Translator: enxiao
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*Read at your risk* :3
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The spiritual energy of Eight Winds Cliff was dense. Even while flying through the air it made you feel good.
From the unoccupied valley came the occasional cry or roar demon beasts, but other than that it was quiet.
That evening, a fine drizzle was falling.
The ten of them descended from the sky and attempted to find a cave to rest in.
There would be no moon tonight.
Jun YanZhi silently looked at the sky.
The horrific circumstances of the tragic deaths of the ShuiYue Palace disciples left Li Shu and Gu JinPing in shock, saying: "They were being controlled by something, like a demon."
Mo ShaoYan took a bite of the traveling rations he brought out: "What kind of thing could control someone's mind like that?"
He Ling said coldly: "Devil cultivation, demon cultivation, medicinal pills, poison gas."
Liu QianMo said softly: "Your explanation is too simple. Whether it is devil or demon cultivation, unless it is an innate ability, it requires an extremely high cultivation to control minds."
Peng Shao said: "Yes, this time I'm afraid it was probably poison gas. For example, they possibly triggered something that set it off."
Gu JinPing asked: "What kind of devil and demon cultivation has the ability to control people's minds?"
In the very dark cave, Jun YanZhi bowed his head.
Liu QianMo said slowly: "For devil cultivators, the practice of killing to increase their cultivation has been going on since ancient times and has happened many times. At those times thousands of people would perish and the world became a hell. The blood is absorbed by the devil cultivator and used to increase their devil skills."
"It's already been thousands of years since the last time it happened," said Gui XinBi. "The innate ability to control a person's mind, in the last dozen years, there's only been a single person. At that time I was just beginning to cultivate and I heard people discuss it several times."
"Heng Yuan Palace." said He Ling.
Liu QianMo said softly: "Four hundred and sixty-seven people from the palace lord to the lowest servant, without exception, all murdered each other. The culprit, the son of the lord, who was not yet ten years old, died in the confusion."
Li Shu said: "Well, I heard that the child innately held devil energy, that he could transform his body, and that in his infancy he caused men to turn against each other and cause serious injuries."
"Such a child should have been killed at birth. Did that Heng Yuan Palace lord not have enough determination?"
"Your own child, how could you turn your hand against him?"
Jun YanZhi said mildly: "Continue with your conversation. I feel stuffy, going for a stroll a bit."
After that, he went out.
Wen Jing got up from the ground and ran after him. "Wait for me, Jun shixiong."
Gui XinBi curled his lip and said: "Jun shixiong, Jun shixiong, does he have eyes for anyone else?"
Mo ShaoYan said slowly: "Gui shixiong, are you jealous?"
Gui XinBi said coldly: "Jealous, me? That boy is so stupid that I only feel bad for Jun shixiong."
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