Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!! - Chapter 837 - 837: It Was You?

Just as he was about to retaliate and stop the bloody drop of liquid from entering his head, a voice echoed in Yuan Ming’s head.

‘Don’t move or you are dead.’

The voice transmission appeared out of nowhere. It was so unexpected that Yuan Ming froze from panic.

The second of delay caused the blood drop to touch his forehead and seep inside. It was not just him; everyone was the same.

The streak of light entered their heads so fast that they could not even react. Following the incident, several strands of words entered their minds.

Knowledge and information related to a technique none of them knew before appeared in their minds.

Yuan Ming stood frozen, his consciousness drawn inward as the information unfolded in his mind like a scroll being unraveled.

Nine-Slaughter Blood Meridian Technique – First Layer

The technique was demonic in nature, designed to fuse blood and qi into a single harmonious force.

It bypassed traditional qi circulation methods, instead using one’s own blood as both medium and catalyst for cultivation.

Images flooded his mind—diagrams of meridian pathways he’d never seen before, circulation patterns that seemed to defy orthodox principles, methods of drawing power from blood essence itself.

It was crude compared to the refined techniques of orthodox sects.

There were even some drawbacks to the technique since it was only the first level and it was incomplete.

If he used it too much, his blood and qi would be depleted, and it would take a long time for them to be replenished unless he consumed the blood of others like the elders he saw before.

‘To think I would be able to get a clue about ‘that’ technique so easily.’ But Yuan Ming understood more than the rest about the technique. Since it was only a part of the real thing, he barely felt it.

He had no plans on using the technique much, let alone enter a situation where he would be depleted of too much blood and qi.

‘I have to collect the rest of the parts of the technique to obtain the original version.’ He thought while discreetly looking around the crowd. ‘But who was it that sent me that voice transmission? The voice felt all too familiar as well.’

After looking around, Yuan Ming realized that the others were still lost in the trance of the knowledge of the technique.

They did not seem to care if the technique was demonic or not. They were glad that they finally had the power to grow stronger.

“Looks like everyone got the starter pack,” Supervisor Gui said with satisfaction, his voice cutting through their mental turmoil. “Nine-Slaughter Blood Meridian Technique. The most basic technique of our glorious cult and the foundation upon which all our power is built.”

He gestured broadly at the cave walls, and Yuan Ming noticed for the first time the countless small openings carved into the stone.

There were dozens, perhaps hundreds of tiny cave rooms, each barely large enough for one person to sit cross-legged.

He could not see the number properly since they went deeper into the depths of the cave where the darkness loomed.

“These will be your homes for the next year,” the supervisor continued. “Each of you will claim one of these cultivation chambers and practice the Blood Demon Foundation Art. You will perfect the first layer, integrate it into your foundation, and make it part of yourselves.”

He began pacing again, his voice taking on a lecturing tone.

“The technique you’ve received is not complete—it is only the first layer. But it is sufficient to begin transforming your cultivation base, to start walking the true path of demonic cultivation.” His smile widened.

“Those who show exceptional progress may receive the second layer. Those who fail…” He shrugged. “Well, you’ve seen what happens to failures.”

Supervisor Gui stopped and pointed toward the dark tunnel beyond the chamber—the same one Yuan Ming had noticed earlier.

“You have exactly one year to master this technique,” he announced. “One year to make it part of your foundation, to perfect the circulation patterns, to successfully fuse blood and qi.”

His expression grew cold.

“After one year passes, regardless of your progress—whether you’ve mastered it completely or barely begun—you will be forced to leave your chambers and venture deeper into the cave.” He paused with a menacing look on his face. “The formations in each room will activate, expelling you. Violently, if necessary.”

“What lies deeper?” someone dared to ask, their voice barely above a whisper.

Supervisor Gui’s smile returned, sharp and cruel. “The second trial, of course. But that is not your concern right now. Your only concern is survival and cultivation for the next twelve months.”

He conjured his bone chair again and settled into it with a contented sigh.

“Now then,” he said lazily, waving one hand in dismissal. “Choose your chambers and begin. The first trial has long begun.

Even after he said that, no one moved until one of them stepped forward.

It was the same young man with long black hair and eyes of the abyss who had arrived there first. He stepped up and walked towards the dwelling within the cave.

Instead of choosing the one closest to him, he ventured deep inside.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming frowned in contemplation and followed after him.

Supervisor Gui smiled seeing everyone finally moving. As he watched them take occupancy of the rooms, he spoke from behind.

“This cave is a chance for you, so do not squander it. You will soon realize that there is no better place than here.”

His voice trailed along the dark path, reaching the ears of Yuan Ming and the mysterious young man who had already reached the farthest dwellings within the cave.

But at this moment, Yuan Ming did not seem to be caring about that. He looked at the young man who had stopped a few steps ahead of him and frowned.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

At his words, the young man slowly turned around to face him with the same indifferent look in his eyes. “What do you mean?”