freenovelworld Chapter 166 Altar
Chapter 166 Altar
Chen An pulled Shuo Ye close, covered his mouth with one hand, held his breath, and stared intently at the source of the disturbance.
From the end of the cellar came a low curse: "Demonic cultivators are human too. It's all that woman's fault. She killed several of our leaders, and now we underlings don't have a single day of peace. We were just going home to live a peaceful life, but we've been dragged back to be thugs."
"Stop talking." A deep female voice rang out, and she was the first to step forward.
He wore a dark green robe that covered him from head to toe, leaving only a pair of dull, phoenix-shaped eyes visible.
"Why can't I speak? You're not my superior. We're on the same level—" Following behind the woman was a short man. He clenched his fist, raised his hand, and made as if to punch the woman. "Or do you want to continue working for that madman?"
The sound faded into the distance, and more and more people emerged from behind them.
Chen An roughly counted them and found there were at least fifty.
These fifty people, just as the man had described, were all demonic cultivators, and their cultivation levels were all above the Core Formation stage.
She took her hand down and patted Shuo Ye's head soothingly. The two looked at each other and then pulled the last one into the formation.
Shuo Ye transformed into beast form and carefully followed behind, while Chen An disguised himself as the person they had tied up.
Fortunately, these people had covered their faces, and it was the middle of the night, so Chen An didn't need to exert much effort; he only needed to resemble them.
The stone path gleamed coldly in the wind, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Chen An walked with his head down, constantly using his mind-reading ability to probe the thoughts of these people.
Most of them were people who had slaughtered civilians, but the woman at the front, although a demonic cultivator, had never taken a life, which was really strange.
After about half a cup of tea's time, the people stopped. In front of them was an ordinary family's house, nothing special.
In an instant, dozens of demonic cultivators rushed in.
Chen An made a hand seal with one hand and threw out an array, silently bringing them into an illusion.
It was the same house, with five people living there: four siblings and a girl wearing a red hair tie.
They acted ruthlessly and swiftly, eliminating four of the older ones and knocking out one of the younger ones in just a few moments.
The smaller one was covered with a black cloth bag, and Chen An carried the child on his shoulder first.
In the illusion, they retreated to the cellar entrance along the path they had come from.
Chen An added a teleportation array within the illusion, bringing the group to the real cellar entrance.
While they passed through the end of the cellar one by one, they put a black cloth bag over Shuoye's head and carried him on their shoulders.
Beyond the end of the cellar, there was another cellar, this one larger, imprisoning over a thousand demonic cultivators, and also containing an altar over thirty meters in size.
A masked man came up, took Shuo Ye from Chen An, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked straight into the distance.
That person was tall and had considerable cultivation. He was a demonic cultivator who had achieved the Great Perfection of Yin and Yang. If he hadn't been used, and instead wandered alone in the mortal world, he would have been a great menace.
The demonic cultivators sat casually, gathered in twos and threes, and cursed in low voices the people who had kidnapped them.
Only the short man who had just gone on the mission spoke loudly, seemingly unafraid of the gloomy, cold-faced man they were talking about.
Chen An found a secluded spot and sat down against a slightly damp wall.
The moment her clothes touched the wall, she regretted it. The wall was damp not only with water, but also with someone's blood.
"Get out of the way, is this a place you can sit?" The sharp-tongued boy scratched at the glass like a cat's claws. "What are you? You're just a piece of trash who just condensed his core, yet you dare to offend my brother."
"Let me help you." The man who had reached the Nascent Soul stage approached, his eyes filled with greed.
These demonic cultivators, driven mad by their confinement, had long been deprived of meat and blood and could no longer contain themselves, turning their attention to their own people.
Before Chen An could say anything, the two started fighting.
This is best.
The thought of sitting in a place where a demonic cultivator had recently died still made Chen An feel somewhat uncomfortable.
In the book, countless demonic cultivators died at her hands, but such things were inevitable.
She got up, shook her head, and walked in the direction Shuo Ye had left.
Those who weren't fighting were watching eagerly, hoping that if someone actually died, they could at least get a piece of the action.
Chen An walked to the entrance of that road, a gaze fixed on him, making it impossible for him to simply conceal himself.
With a thought, she realized that the one watching her was the demonic female cultivator who had never killed anyone, and she withdrew the solidified spiritual power she had gathered.
The woman stared at her blankly without any attempt to hide her gaze, like a vast desert with the power to devour all life.
"Come here," the woman mouthed to her.
With Chen An's current cultivation level, he naturally has nothing to fear.
She walked up to the woman and looked down at her.
Using mind-reading abilities to look into the woman's mind again, it was no different from before; she was still thinking, "How could I have ended up like this when I've never killed anyone?"
Chen An was genuinely curious and didn't mince words when he asked, "If you don't kill people, how do you cultivate to the point of Core Formation in the Demonic Path?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, then said instead, "If you help me get out of here, I'll tell you."
How do you know I can help you get out?
A hint of joy appeared in the woman's lifeless eyes: "I don't know, but I want to try."
……
They were found out just like that. Sure enough, not having been an undercover agent before means you're not cautious enough.
They've been solving everything with force all these years; their brains have clearly gone out of control.
Chen An found that look, filled with smugness and mockery, somewhat familiar.
This familiarity is not based on appearance.
Chen An returned her a smile, a smile imprinted with spiritual power.
When no one was watching her, she used the array to become invisible and walked into the entrance where Shuo Ye had left.
A little over a hundred meters away, two demonic cultivators at the Great Perfection of Yin and Yang stood guard, weapons in hand, their eyes solemn and dignified.
Chen An swaggered over and walked through the pitch-black cave to a larger altar.
Beside the altar, three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators sat cross-legged, each guarded by at least a hundred Yin-Yang stage demonic cultivators.
Chen An was startled; she hadn't even noticed the overwhelming filth emanating from these people.
If these people wanted to, they could easily start another major war.
After a thorough investigation, she discovered that these three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators were also being manipulated. The manipulator was undoubtedly Jiu Mo, who was as suspicious as could be.
The three were dozens of meters apart, yet their palms faced each other, transferring their power to one another. The demonic energy flowed through their bodies, and when it was passed on to the next person, it was noticeably more concentrated.
At this rate, catching up with Chen An within a few decades is not a problem, provided that Chen An does not cultivate and instead devotes himself to the beauty of nature.
The demonic energy was transmitted eighty-one times, and Shuo Ye, who had been taken away, appeared on the altar.
At this moment, he had changed his clothes and was floating in the air with dozens of teenagers, waiting for the three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators to assign him a place.
Dark, blood-red demonic energy emanated from the center of the altar, swaying and probing upwards. The altar, soaked in resentment, was cold and terrifying, its chill penetrating to the very core of one's being.
The evil thoughts in my heart quickly sprouted and broke through the soil.
The fear in the hearts of the teenagers gradually faded, replaced by their former malice. When they looked at each other, their malice swelled a thousandfold.
The shadows on the altar hissed excitedly, twisting their bodies wildly, eager to devour these nourishing elixirs.