My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

631 Framing Someone? Kill Them Again!

Zhang Youji surveyed the scene with approval. While he was unclear about Qin Huai’s intentions with the blood sea, he was well aware of its capabilities. Leveraging the blood sea’s power to turn the tables on the three sects and six clans would undoubtedly help Qin Huai.

“This is my way of thanking him for the gift of the king bone,” Zhang Youji mused before vanishing into the forest, leaving behind the ash remnants of his talisman.

…

Twenty days flew by.

At the boundary of Pingwang’s secret realm, the Beast King and his companions observed a scene of devastation from a mountain peak. The atmosphere thickened with blood, and evidence of violence lay scattered. But instead of satisfaction, they felt frustration.

“All this carnage, and yet we only managed to raise a hundred blood beasts in two months,” the Beast King lamented. “Haven’t they all been helping that white-robed bastard? I’ve not tasted blood in these two months!” His temper flared, a result of failing to trace the white-robed king using the Sacred Heart Sect’s secret techniques.

Reluctant to risk venturing deeper into the secret realm and jeopardizing their king realm strength, the Beast King’s predicament grew. His followers fretted about their inability to fulfill their mission from the Supreme One. Their prestige hinged on increasing their count of blood beasts.

The Beast King snapped, “What’s the word from the Holy Son?”

A subordinate reported, “I’ve done as instructed, seeking the Supreme One’s guidance about the white-robed king. But even the Supreme One hasn’t been able to contact him.”

This revelation shocked the Beast King. The thought that no one, not even the four guardians, could reach the white-robed king was unsettling. After the downfall of the Emperor of Qingzhou, no king realm expert had ventured out of Qingzhou. Thus, the idea of the white-robed king perishing in a mere village seemed implausible.

A military advisor, shorter than most and with sharp, discerning eyes, ventured, “Could it be possible the Supreme One is intentionally overlooking…”

“Why do you think that?” the Beast King asked.

“Consider this, the vast secret realm is enough for everyone to have a share, no matter who takes the larger piece,” Advisor Jun began. “No shortfall would affect the Supreme One’s plan.”

He hesitated before continuing, “Perhaps the Supreme One wants to assess who is more valuable between you and the white-robed king.”

The Beast King’s eyes brightened. “That’s a brilliant deduction!”

Smiling with pride, Advisor Jun replied, “The solution is clear. The blood sea can only consume so much so quickly. We should swiftly gather the blood food and grow our blood beasts, even causing a major uproar if necessary. With the blood sea so visible in the sky, anyone who sees the devastation will first suspect the white-robed king, leaving you blameless. We’ll grow our blood beasts while the white-robed king takes the fall. It’s a win-win!”

The Beast King looked thoughtful. “If only we knew where the white-robed king is, we could expose him. The six clans and three sects are crafty, after all.” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Advisor Jun confidently replied, “I’m close to seeing through their deception.”

Upon hearing this, the Beast King gave the order, and countless eager Sacred Heart Sect disciples surged into the secret realm.

…

Meanwhile, in the spirit stone mine, the king corpse awakened from his cultivation. Alerts about the collection of spiritual palace fragments and an improvement in spirit palace fusion rate echoed in his mind.

Viewing the realm through the blood mirror, he noted the Sacred Heart Sect’s movements.

“Seems they’ve made their move,” he mused, shifting his attention to the six clans and three sects’ warriors who were fervently searching for him. Yet, in the span of twenty days, the mighty figures of Great You remained in the dark.

“Interesting,” Qin Huai murmured, suspecting that someone might be assisting him discreetly. Could it be Zhang Youji? The Sacred Heart Sect? Or both?

Ten days ago, he had geared up to confront the six clans, but that showdown never happened. Nonetheless, these past twenty days have been favorable for him. He’d made significant progress in his king realm, achieving in weeks what might take others decades.

“Looks like this smooth run is ending,” he noted, observing the six clans advancing toward his location.

Recognizing the blood beasts, the clans bristled with fury. This act of the Sacred Heart Sect using stolen blood was a direct affront to the six royal clans.

Qin Huai sensed the covert assistance he had been receiving was waning.

Meanwhile, his main body was nearing the secret realm, quickly advancing toward the king Corpse. The king corpse, feeling the realm’s pressure, clenched his fists, confident in his superior bone pattern level.

Down below, representatives from the six clans converged. The leader was a familiar figure.

Surveying the blood-soaked mountain, the Qiongqi clan elder remarked skeptically, “No one’s here?”

Another elder from the Nine Supremes clan insisted they were in the right spot.

Suddenly, the earth quaked as numerous elite experts attacked all at once. Their fierce strikes caused the mountain rock to rise, revealing a blood-red figure. Despite warnings from the seven prodigies, the figure swiftly eliminated ten nearby demons.

Soon, a horde of demons attacked from all directions, their roaring echoing throughout. The king corpse defended himself ferociously, unleashing the full potential of his limbs, the deadliest weapons.

In a brief confrontation, numerous demons were slaughtered, their remnants ascending towards the hovering sea of blood.

Hovering, the king corpse surveyed the surrounding royal clan experts, recognizing many faces, including the Fourth Generation Fairy, Young Master Qi, and others. His gaze was icy, and his thoughts clear: he would kill them again.