Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

Even ghost cultivators rarely did such a thing.

Because doing so would taint their own souls and absorb the aura of the other person.

Especially when using soul searching techniques, obtaining the memories of others and incorporating their soul’s aura would further confuse their own memories.

With Gu Pingshan’s body no longer under the control of his soul, it instantly collapsed and turned into blood again.

This blood contained intense heat and could only be absorbed by disciples who had cultivated the Blood Boiling Scripture. Zhang Chen could only collect them in a blood storage bag for later handling.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he took the storage bag and other items dropped by Gu Pingshan.

At the same time, 15 minutes had passed, and the one hundred Blood God Sons dissipated like bubbles.

However, Zhang Chen knew that they had been absorbed by the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The so-called 15 minutes was just the time it took for the Netherworld Blood Sea to connect the two realms and consume the offerings.

“My Lord, the dense forest here has been destroyed. Shall we meet here again in six months?” Shen Yijun cautiously asked while observing Zhang Chen’s condition.

If Zhang Chen was affected by the Soul Searching Technique and Soul Devouring Technique and his mental state was unstable, it would be quite dangerous, and he might even mistakenly attack them.

Zhang Chen was unaware of what the two were thinking. After pondering for a moment, he replied, “Meet me in half a year on the hill 10 miles away.”

Seeing that Zhang Chen appeared unaffected and composed, the two breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes.”

“We can’t stay here for long. You should leave quickly,” Zhang Chen said without engaging in conversation, transforming into a blood light and departing.

This place was too close to the Blood God Sect, and the recent commotion was likely to attract the sect’s people.

Looking at the distant blood light, Ma Quan said with a complicated expression, “I finally understand how you were controlled by a fourth level Foundation Establishment cultivator.”

The scene of him meeting Zhang Chen for the first time and releasing more than a hundred Foundation Establishment demon beasts with a wave of his hand appeared in Shen Yijun’s mind. “What you see is only a small portion of his strength.”

“What!” Ma Quan’s face was filled with disbelief.

The strength that Zhang Chen had displayed so far was already infinitely close to the Golden Core realm, and this was only a small portion?

Then what level was his full strength at?

But upon further thought, Zhang Chen controlled them to search for items that could harm a later stage Golden Core cultivator. This indicated that cultivators at the early and middle stages of Golden Core posed no threat to him.

At this moment, Zhang Chen’s strength was elevated to the mid-stage of

Golden Core in Ma Quan’s mind, and he completely abandoned the idea of breaking free from his control.

The two no longer had the desire to continue arguing. They exchanged a glance and transformed into streaks of light, flying away.

Not long after, Zhang Chen arrived near the cave where the Blood God Sons resided, but he didn’t land immediately. Instead, he expanded his divine sense, comparable to a Foundation Establishment level nine cultivator, to investigate the surroundings.

After confirming that there were no other cultivators nearby, he converged his aura and descended toward the cave.

Inside the cave, a puddle of blood flowed out from between the rocks and condensed into a human form.

It was none other than the Blood God Son who had stayed behind to cast the Great Grudge Curse Technique.

The Blood God Son was like a child left behind who had seen their father return home, filled with excitement and joy.

Zhang Chen smiled and praised, “Well done.”

The Blood God Son also attempted to smile, but it exerted too much force, causing its mouth corners to crack into an exaggerated and terrifying extent.

Although the modifier ensured that the Blood God Son would not betray him, Zhang Chen had no intention to further enhance its intelligence.

Currently, the Blood God Son’s intelligence was equivalent to that of an eight or nine-year-old child. It was obedient yet not completely ignorant, making it convenient and unnecessary to continue improving its intellect.

Suddenly, Zhang Chen frowned and swept his gaze across the cave.

Perhaps due to the frequent use of the Great Grudge Curse, the stalactites in the cave had twisted into distorted and grotesque humanoid forms.

Whenever the wind blew through these stalactites, they emitted curses filled with resentment.

Upon careful listening, one would notice that each humanoid stalactite produced a different curse.

All these curses converged together, resembling the chants during a prayer to a deity.

It was eerie and inexplicable!

If it weren’t for the wind blowing into the cave just now, Zhang Chen wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual. The stalactites themselves were already peculiar, and coupled with their twisted shapes, it was nearly impossible to discern their humanoid forms without careful observation.

He had a vague suspicion that the reason the cave had transformed like this was due to the frequent descent of the power of curses and grudges from the Demon God.

The status of a Demon God was too high, and even a faint breath from it could influence the surrounding environment.

Zhang Chen’s expression became somewhat solemn. The cave had undergone such changes in just a year. If it continued for several decades, it could likely become a sinister place capable of connecting with the power of curses and grudges.

Since it was only a hundred miles away from the Blood God Sect, it might cause some trouble for them.

In a few decades, he should have broken through to the Golden Core stage and escaped from the Blood God Sect, unaffected by its influence.

With this in mind, Zhang Chen dismissed the idea of relocating and instructed the Blood God Son, “Continue casting the Great Grudge Curse every month and hide during other times. Try not to let anyone discover you.”

The Blood God Son nodded, indicating that it was very good and obedient.

After ensuring there were no issues, Zhang Chen left the cave and flew towards the market outside the Demon Beast Mountain Range. He prepared to buy an alchemy furnace.

As the eldest senior brother of the Alchemy House, Gu Pingshan naturally possessed numerous pill formulas and exquisite alchemy techniques.

And since he had obtained Gu Pingshan’s memories, he essentially possessed the pill formulas and alchemy techniques as well.

The only difference was that the memories he acquired existed in his mind like movies, and he couldn’t immediately grasp the alchemy techniques and experiences. He needed to practice and compare them with Gu Pingshan’s memories.

It was akin to having an alchemy master by his side, imparting the techniques and experiences without reservation.

Since he had this advantage, Zhang Chen naturally intended to make use of it.

He had an idea—to transfer this experience to the intelligent Blood God Son and let it practice alchemy on his behalf.

The prerequisite, however, was to acquire an alchemy furnace.

He even considered searching for cultivators who were proficient in weapon refinement, formations, talisman crafting, spirit plants, and puppetry, and extracting their memories through soul-searching to acquire their techniques and experiences.

Others refrained from doing so, fearing that the memories would become jumbled and chaotic, but he didn’t have that concern. It was entirely feasible for him.

Half a day later, Zhang Chen arrived at the market.

Outside the market, other than the disciples in charge of guarding the entrance, there was also an itinerant cultivator at the first level of Qi Refinement.

“Please be lenient. I’ve just become a cultivator and don’t have any spirit stones. Let me sell my things first and then I’ll come back to pay the entrance fee.

As Zhang Chen approached, he heard the plea from the wandering cultivator.

The guarding disciple wore a scornful expression and was about to speak when he saw Zhang Chen. Immediately, his expression changed, and he respectfully greeted, “Greetings, Senior Brother Zhang.”

Zhang Chen ignored him and went straight into the market.

The itinerant cultivator watched Zhang Chen’s figure, filled with envy and longing, murmuring to himself, “Cultivators should be like him!”

“You think you can get away with it? You can’t even produce a single spirit stone. Get lost!”

The words of the guarding disciple snapped the itinerant cultivator back to reality. He could only leave indignantly, secretly vowing in his heart.

The tides will turn.. In 30 years, when I come back, I’ll make sure you all bow down to me with utmost respect!