Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

Chapter 122: Passing Through the Checkpoint by Deception

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Have you got any hundred-year grudge for sale?”

The stallholder looked up as he heard the question, noticing that the other person emitted a chilling aura belonging to the Silver Moon Sect. He thought for a moment before answering.

“Not long ago, I killed a demonic cultivator who happened to have a bottle of hundred-year joy and grudge in his storage bag. Would you be interested in it, fellow Daoist?”

“Joy and grudge” referred to the grudges that arose from intense emotions such as great happiness or deep sorrow, such as being brutally killed on one’s wedding day.

“I’ll take it. How many spirit stones?” Zhang Chen nodded.

“Thirty spirit stones.”

Not many people in the orthodox territories bought grudges. In addition, they mistakenly thought that Zhang Chen was a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect, so they did not ask for too high a price.

“Alright.” Zhang Chen readily took out the spirit stones from his storage bag without hesitation.

Seeing the spirit stones, the stall owner smiled and handed over the bottle of resentment. “Fellow Daoist, this is the grudge you wanted.”

Zhang Chen took the bottle and released his divine sense to verify its authenticity.

When his divine sense entered the bottle, Zhang Chen felt as if he had entered a wedding chamber.

Red curtains, red candles, and the character ‘happiness’ dominated the entire chamber, shrouded in a romantic red ambiance.

A slim bride in a wedding dress and red veil sat on the bed, as if waiting for him to lift the veil.

The sound of jubilant suona music filled his ears, as if many people were congratulating and laughing. The atmosphere was extremely festive.

The flames flickered, and the candles burned unusually quickly, with a large amount of wax oil sliding down the candles.

Suddenly, the music changed from jubilant to mournful, and the congratulations turned into screams.

It seemed that something unexpected had happened at the wedding!

At the same time, the scene in the chamber changed.

The character ‘happiness’ turned into a bloody mess, with blood dripping down.

The red curtains seemed to have been soaked in blood, continuously dripping blood down.

“Drip, drip, drip…’

Zhang Chen did not know when the ground had already been submerged in blood.

It turned out that the melting wax oil had turned into blood, and the red candles spurted blood continuously like a blood spring.

The bride who had been sitting on the bed also began to move.

She slowly lifted her hand and lifted the red veil, revealing a face that was rotten, pockmarked, and riddled with maggots. A pungent stench spread.

The only intact feature were her eyes.

She stared at Zhang Chen with resentment, as if he was the culprit behind all of this.

Zhang Chen calmly retracted his divine sense, unaffected. “It’s indeed a hundred years of joy and grudge. Do you know where I can buy other grudges?

I can pay with spirit stones for the information.”

The vendor was intrigued: “I have a good friend who may still have a hundred – year grudge.”

“My friend also obtained the hundred-year grudge by killing a demon cultivator,” the vendor explained.

Some demon cultivators created environments and tormented mortals to obtain grudges. Cultivators in orthodox territories were forbidden from cultivating grudges. Zhang Chen’s Silver Moon Sect identity was why the vendor explained this.

Zhang Chen said nonchalantly, “May I know where your friend is?”

“He’s in the market. Just follow this path for another 1,000 feet and you’ll see the stall selling spiritual plants.”

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist. I’ll come back to thank you after I acquire the grudge.”

“You’re too kind, Fellow Daoist.”

In the end, Zhang Chen walked around the market but only obtained five types of grudges. He was still short of four.

However, there was more than one market in the Silver Moon Sect’s territory, so Zhang Chen decided to check out the other markets.

Outside Kang City at the Silver Moon Temple, four Silver Moon Sect disciples recited incantations and formed hand seals toward the full moon in the sky.

“The Lunar Canopy, the Heavenly Gate of the Earth, uses the great light. The circle is unfathomable, and the moon is the mirror. There’s nowhere to hide!”

As they finished the incantation, their spiritual power surged and pointed toward the moon.

“Moon Mirror Technique!”

The moon in the sky seemed to have become brighter, and a beam of moonlight condensed into a pillar and shone down on the four disciples.

Then, the light pillar twisted and transformed into an ice mirror.

One of them touched his forehead and sent a strand of spiritual sense into the ice mirror.

This wisp of divine sense contained the appearance of the person they were searching for.

As long as this person was under the moonlight, he would be shown in the ice mirror, even if he changed his appearance.

The premise was that the appearance was genuine.

However, after 10 seconds, the ice mirror remained unchanged, and the four disciples frowned: “Either this person is in a place where the moonlight can’t reach, or the appearance shown by the life lamp is fake.”

“What should we do next?”

“Other than knowing that the other party is a disciple of the Blood God Sect and has many Blood God Sons, we know nothing. In my opinion, let’s go to the nearby market and ask if any cultivators know anything.”

“Great!”

The four of them turned into white light and flew towards the nearest market.

At this moment, Zhang Chen had already left the original market and was on his wav to another one.

In the second market, it was not easy to find someone selling grudges, but it was repeated.

After searching for a long time, he only obtained two types of grudges. He could only continue to the last market in the Silver Moon Clan’s territory.

It took twenty days and three markets for Zhang Chen to gather all nine types of grudges.

Buying materials for demonic cultivation in the orthodox markets was really difficult. Some people had them, but they were afraid to sell them, for fear of being suspected of being demonic cultivators.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to leave the market and return to the Blood God

Sect, a voice sounded.

“Junior Brother, please wait!”

Zhang Chen turned around and saw four Silver Moon Sect disciples at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

“What can I do for you, Senior Brothers?” Zhang Chen remained calm and composed, bowing respectfully.

“We just arrived at the market. Have you seen or heard of any suspicious person that might be a demonic cultivator recently?” Zhang Chen shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen any.”

“Are you sure?” The four of them seemed disappointed.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Chen asked anxiously, “Senior Brothers, has something happened?”

One of them nodded. “Twenty days ago, a demonic cultivator from the Blood

God Sect killed a fellow disciple. We’re searching for his whereabouts.”

“Blood God Sect’s magic cultivators are truly despicable. Senior Brothers, please let me join you!” Zhang Chen was filled with righteous indignation and appeared very angry.

The other party shook his head. “Junior Brother, we appreciate your intentions, but your cultivation level is too low. Judging by the number of Blood God Sons he has, he is at least at the Foundation Establishment ninth level. You won’t be able to help, and you will only distract us.”

Unwilling, angry, and helpless, Zhang Chen’s expression changed, but he said firmly, “I will work hard to cultivate. One day, I will destroy the Blood God Sect and avenge my dead Senior Brother!”

“Junior Brother, we appreciate your intentions, but let us handle this matter. Be careful outside and don’t leave the market for now.” The other party advised him kindly.

“Yes, Senior Brother.” Zhang Chen nodded in agreement.

“Good, we’re leaving now.” The four turned around and left.

Zhang Chen looked at them with admiration until they disappeared from sight.

Then he turned around and left as if he were in a hurry to go and cultivate.

With the memory of the temple master, he behaved just like an orthodox person in his way of speaking and his expressions, with almost no flaws.

Even if someone was suspicious and asked about his identity, Zhang Chen could still answer fluently..