The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Wang Jie's eyes darkened, "Hmph."

...

In the Demon Slaying Temple's mission hall, nearly a hundred demon-slaying lieutenants were all summoned here.

A middle-aged man looked at everyone and said, "This year's conscription task, each of you will receive 1-3 areas."

"Inside, there may be cultivators from the Blood Demon Cult, or soldiers sent from unknown places."

"Go over immediately and take down all these people."

"If there is resistance, execute them on the spot."

"At the same time, the soldiers of the guard have already betrayed. If they interfere, execute them on the spot as well."

"If they surrender, you can also accept them."

"After the task is completed, each person will receive a first-class merit."

Upon hearing the content of the conscription task, more than 30 Demon Slaying Temple cultivators were stunned.

They were orthodox cultivators. It was the first time they encountered such a conscription task to suppress a rebellion.

They vaguely felt that a storm was coming, and the sky of Jade City was probably about to collapse.

The middle-aged man's gaze turned to the demon-slaying lieutenants, "Does anyone refuse?"

The crowd looked at each other, but no one refused.

Because this was a first-class merit, and 10 points of merit were not insignificant.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Very well, let's begin issuing the tasks."

Wen Tianquan hid in the crowd, sweating profusely on his forehead. He felt that trouble was brewing.

"This is bad, how did I get exposed?"

As a hidden agent of the Demon Slaying Temple, he knew very well what his fate would be if the mission failed.

"No, I need to hurry and inform."

Just then, the middle-aged man's gaze fell on Wen Tianquan.

"Wen Tianquan, you don't need to go. I have an additional task for you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tianquan's face turned pale. He knew he might have been exposed.

Without any hesitation, he turned and rushed out of the mission hall, bursting with a blood light.

A spell of the Blood Demon Cult - the Blood Ignition Technique.

Once cast, it instantly transformed into a streak of blood light, traversing a hundred meters.

But at the moment he transformed into the blood light, a mirror on the plaque of the mission hall emitted a blue light.

This blue light instantly fell on him, and Wen Tianquan let out a scream.

"Ah!"

The blood light all over his body was instantly extinguished under the blue light, and all of his Essence Qi was locked in place, unable to move.

The middle-aged man flashed to his side and affixed a talisman to his forehead.

A yellow light emanated from it, turning into a radiant chain that bound him.

"Wen Tianquan, you indeed have a problem."

"You actually dared to join the Blood Demon Cult. I really don't know what they offered you."

"What? Wen Tianquan actually joined the Blood Demon Cult?"

There was an uproar in the mission hall.

The remaining demon-slaying lieutenants looked on in disbelief at the scene.

Wen Tianquan's face turned pale, a look of despair on his face.

"Why? Isn't it because your orthodox sects control the resources, openly saying that merits can be exchanged for resources."

"I have accumulated 100 points of resources just to exchange for a Bone Refining Pill."

"But you rejected me, citing my age and poor aptitude."

"You never intended to exchange real resources for us."

"You just wanted to use us, use us independent cultivators without sects or clans."

Upon hearing Wen Tianquan's words, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Demon Slaying Temple indeed allowed the exchange of merits for resources, but there was an unspoken rule.

Those without potential, those with poor aptitude, would not be given overly precious resources.

They could only exchange for ordinary resources.

"Heh, how precious are resources."

"You have poor aptitude, you're old, and you've long lost your potential. It would be a waste to give such rare resources to you."

"Throughout the ages, which dynasty hasn't been like this, which orthodox sect hasn't been like this."

"You can at least exchange your merits for resources to continue your cultivation. For overly precious resources, first you must have that value."

"Among the many cultivators of the Demon Slaying Temple, how many have better aptitude than you?"

"The Bone Refining Pill is so precious, and the quota is limited. Once you exchange for them, there will be none left for others."

"Rather than waste it on someone like you, it's better to wait for them to obtain it."

"If you want to blame someone, blame your low aptitude and old age, your path to immortality has long been cut off."

"Rubbish, just excuses."

Wen Tianquan glared at him angrily, "It's just an excuse for you."

"As for the Bone Refining Pill, in the end, it's just..."

Bang!

Before this person could finish, the middle-aged man had already struck him on the head with a punch, knocking him out cold.

"Enough, go and complete the task."

"I will take this person with me."

After speaking, he took Wen Tianquan into the mission hall and disappeared into the depths.

The remaining demon-slaying lieutenants looked at each other and finally left with their task cards.

The Demon Slaying Temple was the best place they could find.

Even with various unspoken rules, it was still much better than being an independent cultivator outside.

They could understand Wen Tianquan's situation, but understanding did not mean they had the opportunity to resist in this world.

...

Fang Qingyu arrived at the Yellow Flower Tower in a sedan chair.

Accompanying him was the constable Fei Yangming and his four guard yamen.

In a private room on the second floor, Fang Qingyu and Fei Yangming and his men took their seats by the window and began to wait quietly.

The Yellow Flower Tower was not only a restaurant but also an inn.

Next to this private room was another one.

It was also filled with people, but everyone was holding their breath, waiting quietly, not even making a sound with their breathing.

The garrison of the guard station was located in a satellite city a hundred meters outside Jade City, where the daily lives of 6,000 soldiers and horses were based.

At this moment, the small city gate of the guard station slowly opened, and six thousand soldiers and horses poured out from it.

Among them were a thousand cavalry and five thousand infantry. Wang Jie was clad in armor, exuding a strong aura of soldiers.

The soldiers and horses arrived at the city gate, and the guards had already quietly opened the gates.

At the gate, a covertly observing yamen saw this scene and his face turned pale.

"Not good, Wang Jie actually led the troops into the city, he's rebelling."

The city guard was originally under the control of Wang Jie, which was why Fang Qingyu had arranged for a yamen to come and secretly monitor. Unexpectedly, he witnessed this scene.

He turned and ran, slipping through alleys and quickly heading towards the Yellow Flower Tower.

Wang Jie remained silent, leading a thousand cavalry straight towards the Yellow Flower Tower.

The five thousand infantry quickly took over all the defenses inside the city, and the four city gates were closed in an instant, turning the entire Jade City into a fish in a barrel, not allowing anyone in or out.

Originally, there were still some pedestrians on the street, but upon seeing this situation, they all hurriedly fled into nearby houses.

Rumble.

A fierce sound of hoofbeats resounded from a distance, and on the Yellow Flower Tower, everyone felt the ground shaking.

The prefect Fang Qingyu's face changed, and he stood up to look out the window.

The commander in the other room, Huang Tairen, did the same.

When they saw the cavalry sweeping towards them on the street outside, their faces turned grim.

"Such audacity!"