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

Chapter 152: The Strange Jade Silkworm

The Evil Spirit Ancestor, clad in blood-red robes, swept his gaze over the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators and said in a deep voice, “Do you all truly intend to wipe us out completely?”

“Hmph, who doesn’t know the principle of eradicating evil to its roots?” Wen Zheng stared coldly at the Evil Spirit Ancestor.

The Evil Spirit Ancestor glanced disdainfully at Wen Zheng. “You hypocrites, who preach benevolence and righteousness, are merely taking bribes from the Qingyun Sect and coveting the resources of my Evil Spirit Valley.”

Although the Evil Spirit Ancestor had hit the mark, the Nascent Soul cultivators remained expressionless.

“No matter what you think, you must die today!”

“No need to waste words on him. Attack directly!”

The next moment, powerful auras erupted from all directions, and attacks rained down upon the Evil Spirit Ancestor.

The Evil Spirit Ancestor stood alone against over ten Nascent Soul cultivators. How could he be a match? Several Spirit Weapons around him shattered one after another.

“Patriarch Qingxuan, you will pay the price!” The Evil Spirit Ancestor glared venomously at Patriarch Qingxuan, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

Boom!

The next moment, the Evil Spirit Ancestor’s physical body shattered. His Nascent Soul had just emerged when it was torn apart. Only a Storage Ring and some Spirit Weapon fragments remained in the air.

Instantly, everyone’s gaze focused on that Storage Ring.

“Fellow Daoists, allow me to go first. I only want the cultivation manuals and scriptures from Evil Spirit Valley. You can discuss the distribution of the rest. With so many resources, I hope we can avoid conflict.”

“Hehe, of course. Patriarch Qingxuan, please proceed.” Wen Zheng smiled faintly.

Patriarch Qingxuan directly copied all the jade slips from the Evil Spirit Ancestor’s Storage Ring and then headed to Evil Spirit Valley’s Scripture Library.

His target was solely Evil Spirit Valley’s Scripture Library; he paid no attention to anything else.

These cultivators from Heavenly Saint Commandery did not care for Evil Spirit Valley’s cultivation manuals and scriptures. Patriarch Qingxuan emptied the entire Scripture Library of Evil Spirit Valley.

Combined with the Scripture Library from Black Wind Stockade, Patriarch Qingxuan now carried the legacies of two major sects.

The dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators and the Golden Core cultivators stayed in Evil Spirit Valley for a day, practically turning the valley inside out. They took all of Evil Spirit Valley’s resources, leaving behind only a fourth-grade Spirit Vein that could not be moved and some immature spirit herbs.

On the flying vessel, Patriarch Qingxuan, who had been meditating on the deck, suddenly opened his eyes. He saw the Nascent Soul cultivators boarding the vessel with radiant faces.

“Judging by your expressions, Fellow Daoists, you must have reaped significant gains.” Patriarch Qingxuan smiled as he looked at the Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Hahaha, not bad. This trip to Chaos Demon Commandery was not in vain.” Wen Zheng looked quite pleased.

“If there are more such evil cultivators causing trouble in the future, Patriarch Qingxuan, you must notify us.” A Nascent Soul cultivator smiled as he looked at Patriarch Qingxuan.

“Certainly, certainly!” Patriarch Qingxuan quickly clasped his hands in acknowledgment.

“Well, it’s getting late. We should head back. Patriarch Qingxuan must have many matters to attend to, so we won’t disturb you further.”

“Thank you all for your assistance this time. Until we meet again.” Patriarch Qingxuan clasped his hands toward Wen Zheng and the others, then stepped out of the flying vessel in an instant.

At that moment, four more figures stepped out of the flying vessel and stopped beside Patriarch Qingxuan. Two were mid-Golden Core cultivators, and the other two were Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Fellow Daoist Ouyang, Fellow Daoist Xia, aren’t you returning to Heavenly Saint Commandery?” Wen Zheng looked puzzled at the two Nascent Soul cultivators beside Patriarch Qingxuan.

“Hehe, this is my first time in Chaos Demon Commandery. I’d like to stay a bit longer. You all go ahead.” Ouyang Can smiled.

“I also plan to stay and exchange insights with Patriarch Qingxuan today, so I won’t be returning with you all.” Xia Mu casually gave a reason for staying.

Earlier, Patriarch Qingxuan had privately approached both of them, inviting them to stay and hinting at a tremendous benefit. The two Nascent Soul cultivators were curious about what this tremendous benefit might be and decided to stay longer.

“Very well. Until we meet again!”

Wen Zheng clasped his hands, then activated the flying vessel, shooting toward Heavenly Saint Commandery and soon disappearing from sight.

“Everyone, please follow me back to the Qingyun Sect.”

Patriarch Qingxuan waved his hand, and a fourth-grade flying vessel appeared in the air. After everyone boarded, Patriarch Qingxuan activated the vessel, shooting toward the Qingyun Sect.

On the deck, Xia Mu and Ouyang Can stood beside Patriarch Qingxuan. Xia Mu suddenly looked at Patriarch Qingxuan and asked, “Patriarch Qingxuan, what exactly is this tremendous benefit you mentioned? Now that it’s just the three of us, can you give us a hint?”

Ouyang Can also looked curiously at Patriarch Qingxuan, eager to know what the tremendous benefit was.

Patriarch Qingxuan smiled and suddenly turned to Ouyang Can. “I recall that Fellow Daoist Ouyang comes from a rogue cultivator background. Aside from the mid-Golden Core cultivator by your side, the other members of your family don’t have high talent, correct?”

Ouyang Can sighed upon hearing this. “It seems fate has decreed that my Ouyang family’s cultivation legacy will be cut off. I can only accept it.”

Patriarch Qingxuan smiled faintly and turned his gaze to Xia Mu. “If I remember correctly, Fellow Daoist Xia has only about a hundred years of lifespan left. I wonder if your family’s descendants will be able to sustain your family after your passing?”

Xia Mu shook his head with a bitter smile. “My situation is similar to Fellow Daoist Ouyang’s. The talents among my family’s descendants are dwindling. Currently, the most gifted is Xia Xing, who is by my side, but he only has a middle-grade Spirit Root. Reaching the Golden Core stage would already be an achievement; the Nascent Soul stage is hopeless. After I pass away in a hundred years, the decline of my family is inevitable.”

Patriarch Qingxuan smiled meaningfully. “Fellow Daoists, there’s no need to be so pessimistic. Perhaps there will be a turning point? Maybe your families’ legacies can continue well, without the decline you speak of.”

Ouyang Can and Xia Mu’s expressions shifted. They glanced deeply at Patriarch Qingxuan, their eyes flickering with speculation, but they did not ask further.

The news of the destruction of Black Wind Stockade and Evil Spirit Valley spread quickly. The first to receive the news were the cultivators closest to the two major forces.

Upon hearing the news, a large number of rogue cultivators rushed to the ruins of the two forces, hoping to scavenge some treasures from the sites.

Many resources that Golden Core cultivators considered worthless were rare treasures in the eyes of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Thus, many low-level cultivators discovered treasures in the ruins of Black Wind Stockade and Evil Spirit Valley, and conflicts over these treasures occurred frequently.

In Evil Spirit Valley, a large number of cultivators were searching for treasures. A Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator suddenly sensed a faint Spiritual Qi fluctuation from the ground. Delighted, he hurriedly began digging toward the source of the Spiritual Qi.

The deeper he dug, the stronger the Spiritual Qi fluctuation became. When he reached a depth of ten zhang, a white light suddenly shot out from the soil. The white light enveloped a Jade Silkworm, which flashed and struck the cultivator’s forehead, then burrowed directly into it.

Because the Jade Silkworm was too fast, the Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator had no time to react. The next moment, he clutched his head, rolling on the ground in agony while emitting piercing screams. A bloody glow enveloped his body.