Chapter 687: Pagoda Strategy, Tribulation Dilemma (Part 2)

Qinliu sensed the blood light that had been extinguished earlier, her expression slightly tense.

“Earlier, this person was practicing the Blood Dao Technique, though not very orthodox, he had still cultivated the Law Dao Alchemy. This person, when we arrived, was guarding outside this planet for a time, seemingly laying down spells, I wonder what his intentions are?”

Wang Yulin squeezed out a faint smile on his hard face and said, “No matter his intentions, he’s just a wicked practitioner. If encountered, we’ll break his Dharma Body. It’s a pity that my own cultivation wasn’t enough, one blade couldn’t annihilate him completely…”

He sighed; compared to the true teachings of the Major Sect, the Slaughter Technique he exchanged from the government office is fierce, but lacks refinement and subtlety. Progressing further is difficult.

Moreover, the deeper one cultivates the Seven Kills Technique, the harder it becomes to progress, and it may even hinder one’s nature, creating no path forward.

‘Is it possible that my life will be spent merely as a subordinate, acting as a thug?’

Wang Yulin was quite unwilling to accept this inside.

Looking at Huang Zongwu, although his gaze remained gentle, deep inside, he cursed unrelentingly.

‘Such a pig-like, foolish wastrel, who has Cultivation Techniques and Magical Treasures, and can eat Bone-Transforming Treasure Pills, which are pursued for a lifetime, as if he were eating beans, by the handful…’

The fire of jealousy burned wildly inside him, yet Wang Yulin dared not continue thinking.

‘Perhaps, I might rely on this fool to achieve a step for promotion, serve him well, and perhaps gain favor with Miss Yue’er, and no longer have to cultivate this technique focused only on slaughter, with no regard for longevity. Opportunities are before me now.’

Glancing at the rotating black-blue planet ahead, Wang Yulin took a deep breath and followed Huang Zongwu’s words, “Why not send a message now and report to your sister. As for the location here, it’s not difficult for me.”

Wang Yulin pulled out a star map, looked up at the distribution patterns of the surrounding stars, pinched his fingers to calculate for a while, and understood by comparing the patterns.

“This place is under the jurisdiction of a small sect called the Nine Demon Suppression Halls. Nearby are two small sects, Vast Sea Sect and Star Pavilion, constantly fighting each other… competing for some resources not worth mentioning. Speaking of which, Star Luo Sea Domain is always deserted, no great expert willing to come here. Even when pursuing enemies occasionally, we come hurriedly and leave hurriedly.”

“There aren’t any experts? Then there’s no need to inform my sister.”

Huang Zongwu hesitated for a moment, then became excited.

“Chief Constable Wang, when something happens, you must protect me…”

“Rest assured, we cultivators from Central Earth typically have combat power generally higher by one level than those from the Four Barbarian Lands. As long as a True Monarch does not act, I can assure your safety. If we do encounter a True Monarch, I may block them temporarily, though I would not be their match. But it’s no worry; as long as you present the name of the Bright Moon Sect, no matter which sect’s True Monarch appears, they’ll flee as far as possible.”

“That’s good.”

Huang Zongwu patted his chest, “Then we shouldn’t delay, must ensure no one gets ahead of us.”

He clumsily flew to the front of the Law Light Web, with two handmaidens behind him flying even more stably.

“Wrong, puppets of Dao Alchemy level can’t get in.”

“This is indeed the handiwork of a great master, only such methods could hide a Tribulation Spiritual Treasure so thoroughly. Young master has truly come to the right place this time.”

Under Wang Yulin’s eye-twitching gaze, Huang Zongwu tore off a red string from his neck, and pulled out a small wooden puppet.

The wooden puppet shook in the air with the wind and transformed into a Golden Armored Warrior.

Two gem-like red eyes looked at Huang Zongwu, evidently awaiting orders.

“Conceal your form, wait aside.”

Huang Zongwu waved his hand, watched as the puppet vanished like an illusion in midair, before stepping forward to enter the Law Light Web.

The two handmaidens hurriedly followed.

“Hold on.”

Wang Yulin immediately opened his mouth.

With a furrowed brow, he said, “Without a Dao Alchemy level guard, if the young master encounters danger, what should be done? It’s better to let me accompany you.”

“Chief Constable Wang?”

Huang Zongwu looked over curiously.

You are at Dao Alchemy level, you can’t enter.

“This matter is easily settled.”

Wang Yulin’s expression became conflicted, like he was making the greatest resolution, he slapped his Dantian with a palm.

Boom…

The aura around him exploded, countless Law Light patterns shattered, and he spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura suddenly dropped significantly, and his pale face turned somewhat paler.

“Now it’s done.”

“Chief Constable Wang!”

Huang Zongwu’s eyes showed some emotion.

This person is truly ruthless, and loyal to his duties.

In order to follow and protect, he even self-destructed his Dao Alchemy, falling to the Dao Foundation level.

“I remember you, Chief Constable Wang. If there is indeed a gain this time, I will certainly ask my sister to reward you with something good. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

Wang Yulin’s face was filled with smiles, as if having these words made everything worthwhile.

On the other hand, Bi Tao’s face changed slightly, her expression flustered as she said, “Mr. Wang’s cultivation has fallen to the Dao Foundation Realm. It’s not much higher than us sisters. If we encounter an opponent we can’t resist, what should we do?”

“There’s no need to worry. It’s not boasting to say that, even though my realm has fallen, my combat power hasn’t diminished much. Besides, with my Slaughter Technique, as long as I initiate a massacre, it’s quite easy to restore my cultivation.”

This much is true. In cultivation, what matters are changes in understanding and distinctions in talent.

This refers to Dao practice and the disparity in innate talent.

And Wang Yulin’s Dao practice is at the Dao Alchemy Level, and it’s not the initial realm of Dao Alchemy, but Middle Realm Cultivation.

His vision and knowledge have long surpassed the Dao Foundation Level. His understanding of the Heaven and Earth Laws and his use of vitality are incomparable to us.

With his innate talent, paired with understanding, as long as there are sufficient resources, restoring his cultivation is indeed a simple matter.

Those who cultivate the Seven Kills Technique use slaughter to seek the Dao, and so-called resources are nothing more than Bloodthirsty Devouring, which isn’t too challenging.

With that, Bi Tao had nothing more to say.

The four of them rode the wind into the web of laws, following the guidance of the mirror light, and disappeared in a flash.

…

Fifteen days had passed since the assault on Shuofang City in the Great Zhou Royal City.

Both Yuwen Mu of Beizhou and Prime Minister Murong Qianshan, be they heroes in troubled times or eminent officials throughout history, died no more impressively than any other commoner.

During the battle with Chen Ping, combining the Black Lotus Platform of Daoist Mingyu while evoking the national destiny at the Heaven Offering Ceremony, they were struck down by a sword skimming the sky, turning into a bloody mess. Hundreds of court officials, regardless of civil or military, all ended up in a mess of indistinguishable remains.

Eventually, it was the soldiers under Han Xiaoru’s command who gathered everyone with shovels and baskets, burying them in the mass grave outside the city.

In life, they were supremely glorious, yet in death, not even a single monument was left behind.

It only goes to show that in a world where high-level combat power exists, mortals, no matter how exceptionally talented, can only exist at the lower rungs of the food chain.

They are nothing.

Watching this scene, Chen Ping finally began to understand a bit.

Why those high above view ordinary people as ants.

No longer seeing themselves as human.

Denying that they are of the same kind as the common people.

Officials and nobles think this way.

What of those stronger, who have already stepped into the realm of the mysterious immortals, how they view ordinary people doesn’t even need much pondering.

The joy and sorrow between people are not shared.

Even less so between ants and dragons.

There is no shared psychology.

Tribulation Points: 3321.

Chen Ping’s mind sank into his sea of consciousness, looking at the total number of his Tribulation Points, slightly lost in thought.

Now that the world is settled, the Great Yu Dynasty army, after clearing the resisting forces, having defeated the million Beizhou archers, there’s barely any formidable enemy left.

A few loose Divine Martial cultivators, after the fall of the Black Lotus Sect, were so frightened they hid away, concealing their breath and form.

A good thing, indeed it is.

But then the problem arises.

It’s become somewhat difficult to gain more Tribulation Points.

Without tribulation, where does luck come from?

Even the half-step Dao Alchemy of Daoist Mingxin, who had refined a Void Pill, brought only a little over 1600 points of tribulation to myself.

On Bingli Island, who else could bring a greater tribulation to me?

This is a dilemma.

Because, to quickly break through the small bottleneck of the Divine Martial Seventh Layer, and advance the cultivation to the Late-Stage Divine Martial, stepping into the Three-Step Cultivation of the Dragon King Dharma Body Divine Dragon Realm, over 4000 Tribulation Value points are needed.

Otherwise, it would take years—perhaps three, perhaps five—to reach this stage.

It’s not that one couldn’t wait.

But for someone used to high-speed trains, riding a tractor is unthinkable, isn’t it?