Cultivation Kill

Accompanied by a senior at the Core Formation Realm, Shen Zige and Shi Yuan selected their ranking rewards from the Great Yuan Sect's treasury.

Shen Zige had already stored the five Foundation Establishment Pills in a small bottle into his storage ring. There was also a spiritual artifact that he needed to carefully select.

"Can I take all the spiritual artifacts?" Shen Zige asked the Core Formation senior accompanying her. "Can I take the higher-grade ones too?"

"High-level sects are also rare; they are usually given directly to the Grand Elder and not kept in the treasury."

The weapons on the racks and hanging on the walls are not spiritual artifacts, but magical artifacts. The Great Yuan Sect's treasury doesn't have many spiritual artifacts, only a dozen or so. After all, spiritual artifacts only have value when they are used; leaving them to gather dust in the warehouse is a waste.

"Huh, what's this?" Shen Zige picked up a disc-shaped magical artifact.

After he got his hands on the magical artifact, the dust on it slid off, revealing a surface as white as jade.

"It should be a locator used to find directions," said the Core Formation Realm senior. "It's not very useful; an ordinary magic artifact can do the same thing."

"Then I'll take this spirit plate." Shen Zige originally wanted to find the sword, but couldn't find it.

Come to think of it, if it were something good, someone else would have already picked it up and wouldn't have left it for you.

Shi Yuan picked out something that looked like a pot, something that others had left over.

"The Ganlin Pot makes food incredibly delicious," explained the senior cultivator at the Core Formation Realm.

Shen Zige suddenly wanted to trade the plate in her hand for Shi Yuan's pot.

Shi Yuan quickly put it into his storage bag, afraid that if he was a second late, Shen Zige would snatch it away.

After making their selections, the Core Formation Realm senior led the two away from the treasure vault. After registering with the steward guarding the vault, they took a teleportation array to the sect's reception square.

"The Ancient Secret Realm has been opened. Please enter as soon as possible." The Core Formation Realm referee in the air said, pointing to a road on the southwest side of the square, "Follow this road and you will reach the Ancient Secret Realm in about a hundred miles."

"The ancient secret realm can enhance the cultivation and physical fitness of disciples who have reached the Spirit Condensation stage. If you miss this opportunity, you'll miss it forever!" the referee warned.

Many people traveled to the ancient secret realm in groups.

Two disciples from the Great Yuan Sect, specializing in Spirit Condensation, came to invite Shen Zige to go with them, but he refused.

It's not like it's an autumn outing, there's no need to form teams.

"Oops—I forgot something!"

A disciple ranked in the eighties had just left the square when he suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had forgotten something, and decided to turn back along the way.

At the referee's signal, a servant disciple stopped the disciple who wanted to return.

"What, I can't even go back?"

"The senior at the Core Formation Realm said that once you've made a decision, you must forge ahead. Disciples who give up halfway are not needed by the sect; they should just go home," said the menial disciple.

"It's not that I'm not going, it's that I'll go back to my cave to get something before I go!"

"Think it over. Once you step onto this square, the Great Yuan Sect will expel you from the list," the servant disciple continued.

The disciple, who had forgotten his belongings, had no choice but to turn around and head towards the ancient secret realm.

Shen Zige and Shi Yuan exchanged a glance and immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Cheng Dazhuang had one foot on the edge of the reception plaza and the other on the ancient path: "Given my current situation, can I turn back?"

Those around were speechless, thinking this guy was brainless, so obviously going against the referee and the Core Formation senior!

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Cheng Dazhuang felt very embarrassed. After waiting for a while, he continued on his way.

"Do you think it's too late for us to leave now?" Shi Yuan quietly asked Shen Zige.

"It's too late, there are Core Formation cultivators watching us on the way," Shen Zige said.

"Be careful of the five disciples surnamed Yuan," Shi Yuan said. "They are hiding their strength."

There were many disciples chatting along the way, and Shi Yuan's voice mingled with theirs. Moreover, he was speaking in his hometown dialect, making it difficult to guess what he was saying even with a divine sense scan.

Shen Zige nodded and said, "Stay vigilant."

As they traveled further along, fewer and fewer disciples spoke.

Two hours later.

The top 100 disciples arrived at a mountain wall.

The mountain wall is like a large mirror, with a stone gate at its bottom, about five meters high, carved with countless runes. Many of the runes are covered by moss, but this does not affect their effect. As the elder in the Core Formation stage chants the secret incantation, they gradually shine.

Soon the runes on the stone gate shone like stars, and with a rumbling sound, the stone gate slowly slid backward and disappeared into the dark mountain wall.

"Everyone entered the ancient secret realm one by one."

Light emanated from outside the dark stone door, as if someone had turned on a lamp inside.

Shen Zige and Shi Yuan went inside.

Before them lay a spacious stone hall, with spirit lamps embedded in its ceiling.

At this moment, the spirit lamps are bright, and the figures of the crowd below are intertwined.

"Where is this place?" Cheng Dazhuang asked the person next to him.

"do not know."

"Huh, there seems to be another stone gate ahead?"

Shen Zige looked in the direction of the sound and saw a door covered with runes, just like the one at the entrance, shimmering faintly on the back wall of the stone hall.

After all the top 100 Qi Condensation disciples entered, the stone gate in the mountain wall slowly closed, trapping everyone inside the hall.

"what's the situation?"

Many disciples asked, they didn't understand why the Great Yuan Sect was closing its doors, did they want to improve their strength in this hall?

Countless buzzing sounds, like mosquitoes flying around, rang out, and the ground trembled.

A suction force came from the ground, pulling all the disciples in the hall in place, as if flies were stuck on flypaper and unable to move.

"Why do I feel like my spiritual energy is being absorbed?" a disciple said in horror. "My legs are like they're petrified and I can't move them. How can this improve my physical body and cultivation?"

“Yes, this can certainly improve physical body and cultivation!” Yuan Yingwu stepped out from the crowd, holding a bronze token in his hand. “No, it’s not you who are being improved, but the disciples chosen by the Great Yuan Sect for their inheritance.”

"What do you mean?" many disciples asked.

"Oh, so you want to die knowing the truth? Well then, I'll tell you." Yuan Yingwu said as she walked towards the runic stone door inside the hall, "Have you heard of the Ten Thousand Year Plan?"

"Ten thousand years ago, in order to compete for the Wu Kingdom, the human race's Great Yuan Sect and the demon race's Demon Yuan Sect annexed all the smaller sects within the territory to increase their strength."

"The two factions fought several major battles, resulting in both sides being severely damaged and neither side being able to defeat the other. Therefore, they signed a ceasefire agreement and divided the country of Uzbekistan equally."

Cheng Dazhuang shouted, "I know all this history."

“Then you won’t know what happens next,” Yuan Yingwu said. “At that time, the higher-ups of the Great Yuan Sect believed that the reason why humans had not defeated the demon race was that their physical bodies were not strong enough. So they helped the human race find a way to strengthen their physical bodies and found an ancient book with a method called the Fusion Sacrifice Method.”

"It involves fusing the physical bodies and cultivation of dozens of people at the same level and sacrificing them to the five disciples at the core of the formation, which would create five geniuses whose physical bodies are comparable to those of the demon race! Later, because this method was too vicious, the sect's patriarch at the time forbade it and sealed off this sacrificial hall, which remains sealed to this day."

The disciples in the stone hall understood that this was a plan from ten thousand years ago to be restarted, sacrificing them all to create top geniuses!

"I don't object to you eliminating the demon race, but I'm not willing to sacrifice myself!" Cheng Dazhuang said. "I've finally reached the peak of the Spirit Condensation stage, and I'm just a step away from Foundation Establishment. How could I possibly sacrifice myself for a disciple like you? What makes you better than me?"