Cultivation, Inc.I Use Capitalism to Fix a Dying Sect

Chapter 150: The Next Target, Evil Spirit Valley

Patriarch Qingxuan floated in the void, his robes fluttering in the residual spiritual turbulence. His gaze was razor-sharp, locked onto the Black Wind Ancestor. A Spirit Sword hummed as it returned to his side, hovering above his head and radiating terrifying waves of sword Qi.

Today, the Black Wind Stockade had to be erased from the map, and the Black Wind Ancestor had to die. Otherwise, the Qingyun Sect would never have a moment of peace.

Therefore, Patriarch Qingxuan kept his Divine Sense strictly locked onto the Black Wind Ancestor, cutting off any avenue of escape.

Trapped and cornered, the Black Wind Ancestor’s aura was already dangerously weak. He stared at Patriarch Qingxuan, his eyes overflowing with venomous hatred.

“Old ghost Qingxuan, it was you! Damn it! I should have joined forces with the old ghost from the Evil Spirit Valley years ago to eliminate you at any cost!” The Black Wind Ancestor was no fool. Seeing Qingxuan command these Nascent Soul mercenaries, he immediately realized the Patriarch was the mastermind behind this massacre.

“What is the use of regret now?” Patriarch Qingxuan stared back, his expression as calm as a placid lake. “Your Black Wind Stockade has wreaked havoc and committed atrocities across this region for far too long. Your karma has finally caught up to you.”

At that moment, the other four Nascent Soul cultivators surged forward, sealing the trap.

“Damnable wretch, you almost slipped away!”

“Prepare to face the Heavens!”

The four Nascent Soul cultivators unleashed their full might. Four devastating attacks converged on the Black Wind Ancestor. Desperate, the Ancestor threw out several defensive Spirit Weapons in rapid succession to block the bombardment.

Unfortunately, the combined strength of these four powerhouses was simply too high. In a one-on-one duel, the Black Wind Ancestor might have stood a chance. Facing a coordinated four-on-one assault, his survival rate was absolute zero.

Moreover, his vitality had already been crippled by Patriarch Qingxuan. After his Spirit Weapons shattered one by one, a blazing divine cauldron slammed directly into his chest.

With a sickening crunch, the Black Wind Ancestor’s physical body detonated into a mist of blood and pulverized bone.

A glowing, miniature projection—his Nascent Soul—materialized in the air, desperately clutching a black Storage Ring and the Soul Devouring Flag.

Panic warped the Nascent Soul’s tiny face. It instantly tried to bolt, rocketing toward the horizon.

Unfortunately for him, Patriarch Qingxuan anticipated the move.

The Patriarch vanished and reappeared directly in the entity’s path. He raised his right hand, and a gigantic hand manifested purely from True Qi materialized in the void, clamping down on the Black Wind Ancestor’s Nascent Soul.

An overwhelming force instantly paralyzed the astral body. Trapped in the giant palm, the Black Wind Ancestor’s Nascent Soul screamed in absolute terror.

“Qingxuan, spare my life! I am willing to offer you the entire Black Wind Stockade! I will surrender all my resources and swear a Dao oath to serve you as my master!” the Black Wind Ancestor pleaded, his pride utterly broken.

Patriarch Qingxuan’s eyes turned ice-cold. “If I were to spare you, the millions of innocent souls you slaughtered to forge that flag would never find peace.”

With those words, Patriarch Qingxuan clenched his fist. The tyrannical power crushed inward.

“No—!”

A shrill, blood-curdling scream echoed across the sky. Then, the Black Wind Ancestor’s Nascent Soul shattered like glass. His soul dissipated into the ether, utterly erased from the Heavens and the Earth.

Only the black Storage Ring and the cracked Soul Devouring Flag remained, floating silently in the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Instantly, the four Nascent Soul cultivators teleported to Patriarch Qingxuan’s side. Their eyes were locked onto the floating loot, their auras tense and highly vigilant.

Patriarch Qingxuan easily read the greed in their postures and quickly diffused the situation. “Fellow Daoists, rest assured. Let me merely inspect the jade slips and ancient texts within this Storage Ring. I will make a copy of the techniques for my Sect’s library, and then I shall hand the original ring to you for safekeeping.”

Hearing that Patriarch Qingxuan had absolutely no intention of coveting the actual wealth, the tension in the air evaporated. The mercenaries’ gazes softened instantly.

“Hehe, Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, please go ahead. Take your time,” one of the cultivators said with a warm smile.

Patriarch Qingxuan promptly cracked the seals on the Storage Ring. The sheer volume of resources inside was staggering, truly befitting a tyrant who had dominated the Chaos Demon Commandery for a thousand years.

Mountains of Spirit Stones, countless vials of Spirit Pills, crates of rare forging materials, and a vast library of ancient texts filled the spatial inventory.

Patriarch Qingxuan did some quick mental math. If he converted this haul into the Qingyun Sect’s internal currency, the value exceeded 50,000,000 Sect Points.

He sighed inwardly. It was a tragedy to let such capital slip through his fingers, but Sun Yi’s business strategy required it. Credibility was more valuable than cash.

Setting aside his personal greed, Patriarch Qingxuan extracted all the jade slips and manuals. In full view of the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators, he created backup copies of the data and stored them away.

By then, the rest of the Nascent Soul strike team had arrived to regroup.

“Fellow Daoists, your timing is perfect,” Patriarch Qingxuan announced, tossing the Black Wind Ancestor’s Storage Ring into the center of the group. “There are quite a few premium assets inside the old ghost’s ring. How you divide the profits is entirely up to you.”

He stepped back, adopting an attitude of complete detachment.

The ten Nascent Soul cultivators stared at the floating ring, mesmerized. One after another, their Divine Senses swept the inventory. Upon verifying the contents, unconcealed greed flared in their eyes.

“Ahem, Fellow Daoists,” Patriarch Qingxuan interrupted, steering the narrative. “How about we pool the resources from the Black Wind Stockade for now and divide the total haul after we liquidate the Evil Spirit Valley? We cannot afford to let the Evil Spirit Valley hear the news and escape with their assets.”

“Right, right, right! We cannot let those evil cultivators escape with our loot! We must act immediately!”

“Let’s sweep the Black Wind Stockade’s treasure vault first, then we march!”

“I will hold onto this Storage Ring for now. I shall temporarily safeguard the collective assets,” Wen Zheng declared. He reached out, his True Qi pulling the ring into his palm.

A few of the other Nascent Soul cultivators frowned at this power play, but no one dared voice an open objection against the Positive Sun Sect’s powerhouse.

The group then descended upon the Black Wind Stockade’s main treasure vault, stripping it bare with terrifying efficiency. Every last Spirit Stone and pill was sucked into their Storage Rings.

Hovering in the void, the dozen Nascent Soul cultivators were practically glowing with joy. The total valuation of the Black Wind Stockade’s assets exceeded a staggering 150,000,000 Spirit Stones.

For the mercenaries from the Heavenly Saint Commandery, this was the payday of a lifetime.

And that didn’t even account for the pocket change. Below them, the Golden Core cultivators were looting the corpses of the Black Wind disciples. The surrounding minor vassal families who had allied with the Stockade suffered an apocalyptic fate.

The Golden Core cultivators from the Heavenly Saint Commandery showed zero mercy. They exterminated the vassal families to the last man, sweeping their treasuries clean.

Every single mercenary made an absolute killing.

Patriarch Qingxuan observed the slaughter with a cold eye. Despite the immense wealth changing hands, he strictly adhered to Sun Yi’s contract. He didn’t touch a single coin of the physical loot, taking only the data.

“Fellow Daoists, it is getting late,” Patriarch Qingxuan noted. “We should advance to the Evil Spirit Valley immediately. If their network intercepts the news of this raid, the loss of capital would outweigh our gains.”

“Hehe, Fellow Daoist Qingxuan speaks the truth. It is time we departed.”

“Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, from this day forward, this entire territory belongs to your Qingyun Sect.”

“It is only thanks to the aid of all you Fellow Daoists that our Qingyun Sect finally has a place to settle our roots,” Patriarch Qingxuan said, respectfully cupping his hands to the group.

“Hahaha! Nonsense, it is we who should thank Fellow Daoist Qingxuan! If not for your generous invitation, we would never have stumbled upon such a bountiful harvest!”

“Indeed! All thanks to Fellow Daoist Qingxuan!”

The Nascent Soul cultivators beamed at him, their eyes filled with genuine gratitude.

“You are all too polite,” Patriarch Qingxuan said with a faint smile. The group then boarded the massive flying boat, the vessel’s thrusters igniting as it shot toward the Evil Spirit Valley.

Left behind in their wake was a scene of absolute devastation.

The Black Wind Stockade was in ruins. The main Sect and the surrounding family compounds were littered with mangled corpses. A thick, metallic stench of blood and baleful energy choked the air.

In a matter of hours, a tyrant faction that had dominated the Chaos Demon Commandery for a millennium was utterly extinguished.

It was an unknown amount of time later when a patrolling squad of rogue cultivators approached the mountain. Just as they reached the outskirts of the Black Wind Stockade, they froze.

“Heavens… what is this horrific blood Qi? What happened here?” one of the cultivators gasped, his face draining of color.

“Something catastrophic must have occurred. Let’s go investigate!”

The squad accelerated, landing at the ruins of a minor family compound near the base of Black Wind Mountain. They were greeted by a graveyard. Corpses and rubble stretched as far as the eye could see.

“This is…” The cultivators stared, dumbfounded and trembling.

Shortly after, news of the Black Wind Stockade’s complete and utter annihilation swept through the Commandery like a hurricane. Shocked cultivators from all corners of the region began rushing toward Black Wind Mountain to witness the impossible.