"Oh! What bad news is it? "The Bone Eating Shaman King remained calm as his eyes drooped slightly.
"Sir, have you heard of the name Li Qingshan before?" The Myriad Poison Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, not looking at the Bone Eating Shaman King. Instead, he overlooked the city and the fields outside the city.
At this time, the sun had already set and the crescent moon had risen, shining on the two of them, drawing out two long shadows.
"So what if I've heard of it? So what if I haven't?" A cold light flashed through the Bone Eating Shaman King's eyes. His anger had yet to subside.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor saw through it with a single glance. "Looks like you already know, so there's no need for me to waste any more time. I'll just ask you one thing. Do you want revenge?"
"So what if I do? So what if I don't?" The Bone Eating Shaman King's fury vanished in a flash, recovering his unfathomable bearing of a king in the blink of an eye.
"If you want to, I'm willing to lend you a hand. If you don't want to, I won't waste any more time and will leave now. " The Myriad Poison Ancestor said. Against someone like the Bone Eating Shaman King, speaking too much was completely useless. Saying too much would instead make him suspicious.
"Daoist Myriad Poison, you're really scheming. You want me to help you take revenge?"
"Since you already know, then let's not beat around the bush. Li Qingshan and I are absolutely irreconcilable enemies. I will definitely make him suffer all the pain in the world and die from a myriad of poisons attacking his heart." The Myriad Poison Ancestor's face sank, and his deep voice was filled with extreme resentment.
"He's a mere Golden Core cultivator. Can't you actually kill him casually, fellow?" the Bone Eating Shaman King asked in doubt.
"Savage mountain is a rare blessed land of cultivation in the south. The power of the formations is extremely great. He hides in there all year round … So be it. If you don't want to take action, I'll return to the Myriad Poison cult to cultivate. I'll get my revenge sooner or later, but I'm afraid that Li Qingshan has secretly fled back to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga in the Green province. By then, even you and I won't be able to do anything to him. I'm just afraid that once he undergoes the third heavenly tribulation, he'll come back to make trouble for us!"
As the Myriad Poison Ancestor went on and on, he seemed like he could no longer hold on to his pride and was about to leave in a huff.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!" The Bone Eating Shaman King stopped the Myriad Poison Ancestor and said sincerely, "I have to kill that bald ass too. If we work together, how can we let him run wild?"
Bald donkey? The Myriad Poison Ancestor was taken aback before realising that the Bone Eating Shaman King thought Li Qingshan was a disciple of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, which was why he was a monk! There was no need for him to explain this tiny misunderstanding. He secretly rejoiced inside, I've finally fooled you, Bone Eating barbarian! He let out a long sigh. "Exactly so! But I have to say something first. Everything on Li Qingshan belongs to me! "
"Why?" The Bone Eating Shaman King immediately let go of the Myriad Poison Ancestor's sleeve and thought, As genius disciples of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, Li Qingshan and that Little Ann are able to come to the south of the Mist province and stir up a storm, so who knows how much good stuff they have on them. Just the formation that even the Myriad Poison Ancestor is helpless against is worth quite a lot.
"Based on the losses my Myriad Poison cult has suffered!" the Myriad Poison Ancestor said like it was obvious.
"Your Myriad Poison Cult has suffered great losses, but do you think my clansmen died in vain? A hundred thousand! A whole hundred thousand people! They're all dead! "the Bone Eating Shaman King said furiously.
"They're just some clansmen on the outskirts. Your Bone Eating city is completely unscathed."
"I can give you the blessed land of Savage mountain, and I can give you twenty percent of the other spoils. Everything else belongs to me."
"Since we're in the same boat, that's not impossible. I'll be a little more generous and let the young one have it."
The Bone Eating Shaman King was very surprised. He had thought he would have to haggle over the price again, but he never thought the Myriad Poison Ancestor would agree just like that. Was there a trap here?
The Myriad Poison Ancestor changed the topic. "Though, I don't want anything else out of the twenty percent. I just want the Blood Oath Scroll. Also, Li Qingshan and everyone else will belong to me!"
"You have quite the appetite, fellow. Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach? Why don't you turn it around and ask me for the twenty percent instead?" The Bone Eating Shaman King sneered, but he stopped worrying inside. Now that was the Myriad Poison Ancestor's shamelessness and greed.
"Alright, that's a deal then," the Myriad Poison Ancestor said suddenly, and a hint of a smile flashed through his eyes.
The Bone Eating Shaman King's heart sank. This old monster is so crafty. So he's purposefully trying to trick me with words, trying to divert the trouble to me.
Capturing Li Qingshan and the others will give him a swift and satisfying revenge, but it'll also directly become a sworn enemy of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. He'll be able to obtain all of the spoils with ease.
However, if he thought about it carefully, obtaining a Blood Oath Scroll and ten cave masters as slaves was not exactly a loss. As for that bald donkey Li Qingshan, he had planned on taking him back to Bone Eating city and slowly torturing him anyway, so he agreed to it straightaway. However, he forgot to look into why the Myriad Poison Ancestor did not trap Li Qingshan and the others on Savage mountain, even hunting down Bone Eating shamans on such a large scale.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor had been subdued by the Nightmare Tiger's Demonic Eye, but his craftiness had not vanished. If it were not for the fact that he had been too confident in his strength in the past and failed to sense any warning signs, why would he have ended up like this? As for the Bone Eating Shaman King, he would never have imagined that there was an ability in the world that could turn a great cultivator into a slave.
"Alright, let's go!" said the Myriad Poison Ancestor.
"The great shaman priest is currently preparing for the ceremony. Why don't we wait a little longer and go after the divination?" said the Bone Eating Shaman King.
"If the two of us work together, do we still need divination? Fellow, you've been cooped up in this city for far too long. Have you lost even this bit of courage?" The Myriad Poison Ancestor purposefully mocked him.
"Courage, but not now. It's still better than waiting a few years for revenge at the very least!"
Unlike the fury he displayed when he was haggling earlier, the Bone Eating Shaman King was truly furious now. It really did not match his identity to be so serious when dealing with a second heavenly tribulation cultivator, so he could not help but mock the Myriad Poison Ancestor. It's already been so long, yet you still haven't done anything to Li Qingshan!
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll be waiting to see you dance around then!" The Myriad Poison Ancestor said furiously. Originally, he wanted to provoke the Bone Eating Shaman King again, but since he had already agreed to it, there was no need for him to be in such a hurry and raise his suspicions. If divination really worked, he would not have suffered so much in the past.
As they spoke, a nine-storied platform had already been erected on the square in front of the divine hall. Great flames lit up the surroundings, followed by the offerings of the three animals.
The great shaman priest led a group of men and women, young and old, onto the platform. A few regular shaman priests led a large group of Bone Eating shamans around the platform, prostrating themselves on the ground and praying silently.
"Just these few people? Aren't you afraid of your great god Qiongqi's wrath, fellow? "
The Myriad Poison Ancestor frowned. As one of the most powerful people in this world, he did not have much reverence for gods. Gods and buddhas were also made up of people. Technically speaking, they were just stronger cultivators.
If Qiongqi were present in person, he obviously would not even dare to fart, but it was impossible for him to break through the power of the domain and directly descend upon this world. At most, he would use some sacrificial rituals and descend with a sliver of his consciousness. There was nothing to be afraid of.
What surprised him was the number of people being sacrificed this time. Some larger barbarian tribes would sacrifice over a hundred people each time, and they would all choose strong men or flawless virgins.
The group of people on the platform ranged from young children to old people. The "quality" of the offerings was very average. Were they loyal worshippers? But looking at how they trembled and were filled with fear, they did not have any spirit of devotion at all.
As if the Bone Eating Shaman King had forgotten about the slight displeasure Just Now, he explained with a smile, "Don't be fooled by their appearance, fellow. What we're offering up is no regular offering. You'll understand once you keep watching."
The great shaman priest suddenly let out a final cry and began dancing about wildly on the top of the platform. The prayers of the shaman priests and Bone Eating shamans below became louder too.
Only the people on the platform were still at a loss. They had no idea what to do next. The great shaman priest let out another final cry before suddenly bursting into song, singing a melody of blessings. It sounded like a stern rebuke, yet also like a vicious curse.
As if they had received some sort of order, the men began to strip off their clothes before lunging towards the women beside them. Wails and sobs rang out.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor was confused. Although there were many rituals that used copulation to entertain gods, Qiongqi was not a god of lust, but a god of evil. What was the point of creating something like this?
"Can't you tell, fellow? They're all family related by blood. There are three generations of them. We call this ritual the Ceremony of the Ten Abominations. What we're offering up are at least ten of the abominations of the mortal world. This is only the first half. "
The Myriad Poison Ancestor immediately understood what was going on. He could not help but sigh. This Qiongqi truly was a god of evil after all. He personally believed he was heartless, sinister, and vicious. He did not take good and evil seriously at all, but no matter what he did, he still had to see if there were benefits to it. If there were benefits to doing good, he would do good and accumulate virtue. He would not do evil for the sake of evil like this. His actions were closer to demonfolk.
On the platform, the copulation continued, but it turned into a brawl very soon, as well as murder. This was the so-called second half!
In that moment, human tragedy unfolded in this tiny space. The abominations of the mortal world it contained were no longer limited to just ten.
The great shaman priest seemed to lose his consciousness. His body trembled violently as he let out desperate cries, becoming more and more miserable. The colour of pus rose up from the platform, gathering on his body and rushing into the clouds.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor was unconvinced. This sort of backward divination had already been eliminated from the cultivation community a long time ago. Even though the so-called "gods" that resided in a higher world possessed even greater insight into fate, they were still worlds apart after all, and the "gods" were not necessarily skilled in divination. Even if these conditions were met, they might not necessarily respond — there was a price to pay for divulging the heavenly secrets.
In the end, it would often turn into a farce. Some smaller tribes did not even possess the ability to connect with another world. The shaman priests would just pretend to be possessed by a god, and the results of their divination would all be nonsense.
Only a single person remained on the platform. He had just personally killed his own mother, and his neck had been ripped open by his son. Blood flowed endlessly, and he died in the blink of an eye, completing the final tragedy of the "Ceremony of the Ten Abominations".
The great shaman priest suddenly stiffened up and collapsed on the platform before leaping up again. He gave off an indescribably terrifying aura and bellowed at the Bone Eating Shaman King, "Don't!"
The voice was no longer the voice of the Great Witch Priest. It was filled with hostility and malice. The bellow echoed through the city, and the Bone Eating Shaman King's expression changed drastically. The Myriad Poison Ancestor was surprised too. It actually worked, and it was a direct warning!
Although Fu Ji invited a god to possess the body, it only allowed the consciousness of the Wu Zhu to communicate with the god and receive a revelation. However, this revelation was often vague. Only a liar would directly pretend to be a god and speak.
With the Bone Eating Shaman King and the Myriad Poison Ancestor's cultivation at the third heavenly tribulation, they could obviously tell whether this was a scam or not. The Bone Eating Shaman King asked in a hurry, "Great god, why not?"
However, the terrifying aura had already receded like a receding tide. The Great Witch Priest's body swayed, and like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he fell onto the stage and turned into a pool of blood. Her brain core exploded loudly, and an invisible, violent power swept out in all directions. The tower immediately collapsed, and even the Bone Eating shamans nearby were sucked in, dying on the spot.
Inviting a god to possess the body came with a price, which proved the veracity of the warning once again.
"Myriad Poison, just how many things are you still hiding from me? If you don't get it straight today, don't even think about leaving Bone Eating city alive!"
The Bone Eating Shaman King turned around and looked at the Myriad Poison Ancestor. His entire face began to twist and turn green, his eyes sunken deeply, and his sharp teeth protruded. Great god Qiongqi was willing to pay such a price to warn him, so clearly, the matter definitely was not as simple as it seemed.
A roar rang out from behind, vaguely resembling that voice! A huge, vicious Qiongqi walked down from the totem. Its bloodshot eyes stared at the Myriad Poison Ancestor maliciously, ready to lunge over and kill him at any time.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor secretly cursed his bad luck. If it were only the great witch priest who had received a revelation and issued a warning, he could still provoke the Bone Eating Shaman King with words, but a god had directly issued a warning now, and the great witch priest had even died on the spot. As long as the Bone Eating Shaman King's head was fine, he would never go to the Savages with him again.
Ignoring the threats from the Bone Eating Shaman King and the Qiongqi totem, he said emotionlessly, "This battle will be a little dangerous, or why would I drag you along with me?"
"You're trying to drag me down with you!" The Bone Eating Shaman King's black hair stood on end, piercing his robes like thorns and covering his entire body. He no longer seemed human anymore.
Now that Qiongqi had pointed it out, he immediately sensed the life-threatening danger hidden within. Many of the aspects that he did not understand also became clear. It was no wonder that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had yet to settle his grievance with such a great grievance. As long as he cast aside his pride and made a promise, finding two or three helpers would have been a piece of cake. Why did he have to wait so long before finding Bone Eating city and asking for his help? He was clearly taking advantage of his inability to sense fate. The great cultivators all sensed something amiss!
Speaking of which, that Li Qingshan managed to reach his current realm of cultivation in his thirties, falling out with the Myriad Poison Ancestor here, yet he was still bold enough to hunt and slaughter Bone Eating shamans on a large scale. Had he really lost his mind? Why had the Myriad Poison Ancestor suddenly turned into a ghost cultivator? He probably suffered much more on Savage mountain than the rumors suggested. It was impossible for that bald ass Li Qingshan to possess this power. Just what kind of terrifying, colossal figure was behind him?
It was fine if the Bone Eating Shaman King did not think about it, but as soon as he thought about it, he thought about the problem too deeply. He felt like the waters he was in were unfathomable. Then he thought about the several hundred Bone Eating tribes whose locations he had accurately grasped, and he could not help but think of a possibility. That person from the Mist province does possess this ability. Not only can he use plants as his eyes and ears, but his divination is also one of the few across the nine provinces, able to confuse his senses. However, he would normally kill someone like that casually. Has he discovered my plan?
Thinking up to there, the Bone Eating Shaman King could not help but gasp. If his plan were made public, there probably wouldn't be a lot of people, whether it be humans or daemons, righteous or demonic. The Banyan Tree King who devoted himself to maintaining the balance of the Mist province would have to kill him no matter how peaceful and magnanimous he was. It was even more impossible for the King of Southern Yue to allow his own backyard to catch fire.
Don't tell me those hundred thousand Bone Eating shamans have only lured me out of Bone Eating city so that they can strike at ease? If I really make it to Savage mountain, there'll probably be a few Daemon Kings standing guard there, and I'll be greeted with seven or eight innate abilities. I won't be able to block them no matter how powerful I am! There might even be honoured guests sent by the King of Southern Yue's estate to specially cut off my path of retreat. Only death awaits me. I can't go.
The more he thought about it, the more shocked and terrified he became. His fury towards the Myriad Poison Ancestor grew deeper and heavier. Who knew what role he played in all of this.
"Myriad Poison, you've gone too far! I'll eat you!" The Bone Eating Shaman King was utterly enraged. The Qiongqi totem lunged over, and at the same time, the protective formation of Bone Eating city was activated too, shining brightly and dyeing the night sky blood-red. Combined with the blessed land of spiritual qi, it became even more startling. He wanted to kill the Myriad Poison Ancestor right there and then.
"Both of us were willing. What do you mean I'm going too far? The cultivation community is all about strength. If you're afraid of revenge, I won't force you to do it. You want to force me to stay here? Hmph, you don't want this Bone Eating city anymore, do you?" The Myriad Poison Ancestor's green robes ruffled as he said fearlessly.
This was why great cultivators had to cram for the arts of divination once they underwent the third heavenly tribulation. In particular, demonic cultivators would be screwed over because they were not skilled in divination and could not outdo others in divination. In two words, they deserved it!
The Bone Eating Shaman King held back his fury and stopped the Qiongqi totem. He knew the Myriad Poison Ancestor was right. Even without a clash, just the shockwaves from the battle were enough to destroy Bone Eating city. If he really was forced to the brink of death and blew up his soul nascence, the entire formation would be destroyed, and the Qiongqi totem would be destroyed. He would probably be injured too. This was the price he had to pay for killing a great cultivator.
If that really happened, he would be the only Bone Eating Shaman King left in the world, and he would no longer have anywhere to hide. It was very likely that the Bone Eating shamans would be completely wiped out.
As a result, he calmed down and ordered Qiongqi to return to the totem wall. He stopped the formation and said to the Myriad Poison Ancestor, "You can piss off!"
The Myriad Poison Ancestor said nothing more, immediately turning into a streak of green light and fleeing. He was extremely afraid of death too. If the Bone Eating Shaman King threw caution to the wind, he really could make him stay here.
The Bone Eating Shaman King thought to himself, As long as I remain in this Bone Eating city, no matter who attacks, they'll have to pay quite the price. If I'm really forced into a corner, I can even drag one or two down with me. Which third heavenly tribulation cultivator is so fearless of their lives? Right now, I'll just deal with the situation by remaining the same. Hmph, I'll definitely get my revenge for this.
Li Qingshan sat in the Qi Taking Formation of Nine Breaths cast down by the crystal skull, gulping in the aura it contained as he practised both the human and daemon cultivation methods at the same time. He wandered through his soul, returning the malice to the tiger demon, while the malice was absorbed into the demon heart. Then, he used the Demon Suppression Statuary to suppress and convert it. The improvement to the Demon Suppression Statuary was actually much greater than the tiger demon's improvement, which was quite a pleasant surprise.
Just as he rejoiced, the Great Ceremony of the Ten Abominations several tens of thousand kilometers away reached its climax. Suddenly, an extremely vicious thought directly descended upon his sea of consciousness, issuing a warning through the great shaman priest's mouth. It suddenly rang out, but it was filled with surprise.
"Are you good or evil?"
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