From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 362 Master Liu's goods are too authentic!

Liu Wuxian rode the sword light and hurriedly flew towards the border battlefield.

Behind him stood five young men and women, their faces youthful, all possessing cultivation levels at or above the late stage of the Feather Transformation Realm.

Watching the rapidly changing scenery outside the sword light, the five men were filled with restlessness.

The outside world is always full of temptations, especially for young people like them who haven't come down the mountain much since they went up.

Thanks to the spiritual energy reforms implemented by the Feathered Ascension Sect, the once relatively loose sect has now become a more cohesive force.

For outer disciples, the Feathered Ascension Sect has more regulations. In order to improve their survival rate, the sect stipulates that they must have at least the mid-stage Feathered Ascension cultivation level before they can leave the mountain.

Such is the rule, but in reality, disciples often cannot descend the mountain until they have reached the late stage of ascension.

Because the Feathered Ascension Sect has other rules, in addition to meeting the cultivation requirements, one must also pass a series of tests if they want to leave the mountain.

Otherwise, they can only stay obediently on the mountain and rely on the resources provided by the sect to reach the required level.

To an old-fashioned person like Liu Wuxian, this was somewhat unbelievable.

"You guys are taking your blessings for granted. Back when I first joined the sect, I had to fight in tournaments for a spirit stone or a pill. Unlike you, you can just focus on your cultivation."

Before arriving at the border battlefield, Liu Wuxian chatted with his five junior disciples while they still had some time.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to live that kind of hard life again."

"Elder Liu, what was the Feather Transformation Sect like before?" a female disciple asked.

Perhaps because he was known for being easy to talk to, the disciples were not so reserved and naturally started chatting with him.

"Back then..." Liu Wuxian recalled, "The Enforcement Hall didn't abide by the law, the inner disciples looked down on the outer disciples, and the infighting among the outer disciples was even more serious, with gambling matches to watch every day."

At this point, a hint of embarrassment welled up inside him.

After all, he was the one who had the most gambling battles in the past.

Most of the resources he needed for cultivation were won through gambling and battles.

"Has the sect's atmosphere deteriorated to this extent?" the disciple who had just spoken exclaimed in surprise.

For a disciple like her who joined the Feathered Ascension Sect after the reforms, that was indeed unimaginable.

She and her fellow disciples always had the impression that the sect was united and fair. If they were bullied down the mountain, they could always find fellow disciples willing to help them by simply calling out when they returned to the sect.

"How exactly did the Feathered Ascension Sect survive in the past?"

After all, the war outside was so severe, and famine and plague in some places have not yet been eliminated. Their impact is almost etched into the local rules.

Those sects that were not united and fought amongst themselves all day long have long been erased from history, but the Feathered Ascension Sect has survived to this day.

"Why do you think we launched the Reiki Revolution, and why did we change the sect's rules?"

Liu Wuxian chuckled and shook his head, manipulating the sword light to pierce through the miasma.

"It's all to get through these catastrophes."

As they talked, they passed through the miasma surrounding the Wusheng Sect, and the sword light landed on the front line position of the Yuhua Sect located there.

The waiting personnel bowed to Liu Wuxian.

"Elder Liu, who are these people behind you...?"

"They were disciples preparing to go out for a real battle test. I happened to be going the same way, so I gave them a ride."

"I see. I'll have someone show them around first. Please come with me; the elders have been waiting for quite some time."

Liu Wuxian gave a few instructions to the five disciples behind him, and then followed the escort.

They walked into a building, where the person in charge stopped in front of a door and said, "The elders are inside. Elder Liu, please go in yourself."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Liu Wuxian didn't stand on ceremony and pushed the door open to enter. In an instant, more than a dozen gazes fell on him.

After a moment, as if they had lost interest, these gazes gradually faded away.

"I thought it was someone else, but it's you, Old Liu," said a pale-faced, beardless elder.

Liu Wuxian raised an eyebrow and asked the elder, "Besides me, who else are you waiting for?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's—hey, let Old Mo explain this to you."

The elder was speaking when he suddenly noticed other people staring at him and quickly shut his mouth.

This matter seemed to be confidential, so much so that this usually carefree elder passed the question on to someone with more authority.

The person with even greater authority could only be Modi.

"Don't reveal their real name, or they'll sense it," Modi said, his voice drowning out the other conversations in the room.

"Senior, what exactly happened?" Liu Wuxian asked.

Mo Di replied telepathically, his voice resounding directly in his mind: "Han Daozi has ties to the Sensory Sect of the Wusheng Cult. This meeting, besides discussing the frontline situation, is also to take the opportunity to eliminate him."

"Oh, I see," Liu Wuxian said with a look of sudden realization.

"When did he acquire that ability to prevent people from pronouncing his real name?"

To prevent information leaks, the two resorted to telepathic communication.

With Mordi around, it's enough to ensure they won't cause any information disruption.

"We suspect that he has mastered the esoteric method of sensing the divine, making his senses exceptionally sharp, even able to receive disturbances from the unseen world," Modi said.

"He holds a high position within the sect and oversees many affairs. His name is mentioned almost constantly. If he receives all this information, won't he go crazy?"

Liu Wuxian could hardly imagine how annoyed he would be if hundreds of people kept nagging in his ear.

"What is torture to you may be enjoyment to him. You can never fathom the thoughts of a sensual madman."

In reality, Modi didn't really understand what those guys were thinking either.

I don't know what happened with the tampering with the heavens, that led to all these crazy and insane things.

Aren't you afraid of messing things up? Oh, right, for me, messing things up is also a kind of change. Anyway, everything is in the plan.

"Anyway, we're going to give him a surprise later, right?" Liu Wuxian rubbed his hands together, his smile becoming even more benevolent.

"That's about right. It would be even better if we could get information about the Wusheng Sect from him."

After Modi finished speaking, he turned to look in the direction of the door.

A slightly overweight, kind-looking middle-aged man pushed open the door and entered. Just as he was about to close the door, he noticed the gaze fixed on him and was taken aback.

"Haha, why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Old Han, you're late!" the elder who had greeted Liu Wuxian earlier exclaimed. "Shouldn't you punish yourself with three cups of wine?"

"Oh dear, we still have serious business to discuss later. Drinking now isn't really a good idea, is it?"

The slightly overweight man quickly waved his hand in refusal.

"Besides, Old Mo is still here watching; wouldn't it be inappropriate to drink on the spot?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Wine is like an old hero; the more you drink, the more vigorous you become! Drinking can also help us stay alert, so Old Mo will agree."

"I have no objection," Modi shook his head slightly, "just don't let it interfere with important matters."

Liu Wuxian immediately understood and pulled out a bottle of aged wine that had been spiked and was designed to appeal to the senses.

"Come on, change to a larger cup."

Han Daozi's hospitality was hard to refuse, and with so many eyes watching him, he couldn't very well turn down the offer. So he agreed, but his suspicions grew.

These old folks, usually... well, usually they're not very serious either, there are plenty of times like today when they're being unserious.

Thinking about it this way, he realized that the elders' behavior didn't seem to have anything wrong with it.

While he was thinking, he took the wine cup that Liu Wuxian handed him and subconsciously drank it all in one gulp.

The liquor went down his throat, and a burning sensation surged up from there, stimulating his brain and instantly sobering him up.

"Wait, why did I drink it without thinking?"

Han Daozi suddenly widened his eyes, slapped his chest with a palm, and tried to induce vomiting by mobilizing his spiritual energy.

But it's too late now; the unknown components in the wine have already seeped into his body and even his primordial spirit.

"What did you give me to drink? How could it be so...so...so...so perfect?!"

From his body to his soul, every sense was being intensely stimulated. Extreme pain surged from all parts of his body, causing him to convulse and roll his eyes.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would have fainted from the shock long ago, but he didn't.

As a two-faced individual who has mastered the secret technique of the interaction between heaven and man, Han Daozi not only has a more sensitive body, but also a stronger ability to recover and adapt.

He was already completely immersed in this unparalleled thrill, unable to extricate himself, and even began to beg others for it.

"Oh my god! This stuff is SO SO SO SO GOOD! Elder Liu, no, Master Liu, please, just a little bit more! I'd give you everything I have!"

The surrounding elders were taken aback at first, and then they all showed expressions of astonishment and disgust.

They anticipated that Han Daozi was already a pervert, but they didn't expect him to be this perverted.

Even Liu Wuxian, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, couldn't help but take two steps back, afraid that Han Daozi's spittle would splash on him.

Only Modi, with his extensive experience, walked up to him with a cold smile, stuck a needle into his neck, and injected him with a sedative drug developed specifically for the sensory crowd.

The pain and pleasure quickly faded, and Han Daozi only had time to utter a short, sharp "No—".

Then I was enveloped by emptiness.

"Please, please, give me a little more of that! I'll take anything you ask!"

Looking at the fat body wriggling on the ground, Mo Di felt as if Han Daozi had turned from a human into a maggot.

Modi retrieved the wine jug from earlier, deliberately waving it in front of him, and asked, "Is it true that you made a deal with the Wusheng Sect, secretly betrayed your allies, and traded important resources with them?"

"It's true, it's all true. I sent them to the designated location of the Senses Sect in exchange for the Drunken Time and the Celestial Interaction Secret Technique. You see, I've already told you, please give me another taste, even the Drunken Time isn't this potent!"

"Still want some more?" Liu Wuxian sneered. "Then honestly confess the purpose of the Sensory Faction, and what exactly is the use of that Heavenly Human Sensing Technique?"

But this time he didn't do it.

Seeing that Han Daozi had regained some of his senses, Mo Di poured a little wine on his face, and he returned to his previous state.

"So incredibly pure! Mr. Liu, your stuff is just too pure!"

At that moment, Han Daozi no longer cared about keeping secrets and blurted out all the secrets of the Sensory School.

As the higher-ups of the Feathered Ascension Sect had predicted, the Sensory Faction was carrying out a grand plan.

However, the higher-ups of the Feathered Ascension Sect did not anticipate the specific form of this plan.

"You mean, they're planning to pull in the Wusheng Sect, the Yuhua Sect, the Medicine King Hall, and the Wanbian Sect for a no-holds-barred party?"

Upon hearing this, Modi's eyes twitched, and he even went to find the tamperer of the heavens specifically because of it.

When he approached the blue-feathered bird and told it the information, the bird was initially confused, but then burst into laughter.

"Interesting, so interesting!"

"This wasn't in your plan?" Mordy asked.

"No, everything is in the plan, and appropriate changes are part of the plan."

The blue-feathered bird chuckled.

"As you know, I rarely interfere with the development of the stage, and I never use the script to restrict the actors on stage, that would be too boring."

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"Things are different now. You can't just sit in the audience and watch the show forever," he warned. "If things go wrong, neither of us can afford the consequences."

The blue-feathered bird tilted its head and made an incomprehensible cooing sound, like a telegraph machine in operation.

After a moment, he straightened his head and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'll say it again, this is just part of the plan. After all, ecstasy can only be born from sufficiently intense sensory stimulation, right?"

"You'd better really be." Mordy stared at Him, the blood-stained body of the Great Book gradually disappearing.

The exchange between the two lasted less than a moment. The elders of the Feathered Ascension Sect were completely unaware that he had left, still immersed in the shock brought by the news.

Everyone knows what kind of people the sensual sect of the Wusheng Cult are, and naturally they also know that the parties they want to throw are definitely not acceptable to the general public.

"Croak! I've guarded this vital essence for three hundred years, I don't want this to happen!"

The pale-faced, beardless elder gasped and took several steps back.

"This is no ordinary enemy; we must strike hard!"

They can get away with their own chemical ecstasy and enhancer-based ascension, but if you don't mess with them, they won't bother with the sensory faction.

But this plan truly disgusted them.

"We must immediately launch a full-scale war until we annihilate the enemy."

"Old Mo, bring Yuhua Peak over here. Let's clean up the Wusheng Sect."

Modi used a needle to turn Han Daozi, who was twisted into a maggot, into a vegetable, and then raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.

"I understand what you all mean, but it's too late."

"Late? Why?" Liu Wuxian was startled.

"They share the same senses." He pointed to Han Daozi lying dead on the ground. "When he was having fun, those guys were having fun too."

"So, the information has already been leaked?"

Liu Wuxian slapped his forehead. "Oh no! Quickly withdraw the disciples from the front lines!"

"I just gave the order, and the frontline disciples are withdrawing. It should take a little longer," Modi said. "In addition, I have ordered Feather Peak to be fully activated, and the spiritual vein's will will soon cover this area."

Upon hearing this news, everyone felt relieved.

As long as the spiritual vein's will is in place, everything will be alright.

Could a mere sensory empathy technique possibly breach their spiritual will firewall? Could it possibly corrupt their spiritual will?

It's impossible, absolutely impossible!