105: Trade to survive!

Without any unnecessary words, Shen Li simply watched the Cultivator.

He was like a fierce Yao Beast, glaring menacingly.

The ferocity in his heart silently rose.

His smile became incomparably sinister at this moment.

At this moment, Shen Li did not resemble a Disciple from a Dao Foundation Immortal Clan; he was more like a Demonic Path Cultivator.

A lawless Demonic Path Cultivator.

The evil Cultivator opposite him saw this and involuntarily trembled.

Then, the Loose Cultivator at Qi Refining Third Layer bit the bullet and said,

“Fellow Daoist… I made a mistake earlier… Please don't mind it, Fellow Daoist.”

“Now that we see Fellow Daoist is unharmed, we are also relieved.”

“A mistake?”

Shen Li didn't say much, just smiled faintly at him, then led his people away from the spot.

Behind him, a gaunt figure stepped forward.

He asked in a gloomy voice,

“What happened?”

The surrounding Loose Cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

His sinister eyes swept around, then he casually pointed at a Loose Cultivator and said,

“You speak…”

The Loose Cultivator, gritting his teeth, recounted the entire incident.

The sinister gaze turned towards the figure who had handed over the Restriction.

The Loose Cultivator's body trembled like a sieve.

“Seventh Elder… I… I was wrong… It was truly a mistake.”

“A mistake?” A sinister question echoed in the air, and those withered claws instantly gripped the Loose Cultivator's neck.

Then, amidst a scream of terror, he twisted the man's neck!

His aura dissipated, and a yellowish-brown figure quietly appeared!

It was the yellowish-brown Cultivator who had been resisting the hyena pack.

His gaze fixed on the Seventh Elder, he said indifferently,

“Don't cause trouble.”

With a sinister laugh, the Seventh Elder said coldly,

“Just killing a few servants who don't know the rules, why is Fellow Daoist making such a fuss?”

“It better be.”

The yellowish-brown figure disappeared, and the Seventh Elder looked at another Loose Cultivator, saying faintly,

“Take your people and get out of Fu Yu Mountain at midnight, go back to the Alliance!”

“Yes! I'll go now! I'll go now!”

The man scrambled away, and another Loose Cultivator, also at Qi Refining Third Layer, then asked,

“Seventh Elder… Is this a bit of an overreaction?”

The Seventh Elder's gaze was venomous, staring at the trembling Loose Cultivator's body, then he said gloomily,

“One at Qi Refining Stage 5, one at Qi Refining Third Layer, both incredibly young, with abundant Spiritual Qi, several times stronger than you… Don't you even use your useless brains to think, are they of ordinary origin?”

“If you still don't use your brains… then clean yourselves up later and prepare to be my Puppets.”

....

He escorted the Dragon back to the inn, then handed it over to the innkeeper and had it settled in the back room.

Along with a few Spirit Stones for safekeeping fees, he led the burly man into a guest room.

The three of them tightly surrounded the brawny man in the middle, but the brawny man's expression was as usual, without the ferocious blood-red eyes from the removed Restriction; instead, his eyes had returned to their sincere state.

Shen Li shattered the Lingyin Technique, and Qiu Ya's Autumn Water slightly Soul Emergence.

Wang Teng was also rubbing sparks in his hands.

At the slightest unusual movement, they would give him a physical 'transcendence'.

But for a long time, this giant showed no signs of movement.

Then, those sincere eyes lifted, revealing a hint of melancholy.

He spoke, his voice forming a striking contrast with his rough exterior.

It was tender, clear, and utterly contrasting.

“Immortal Master, there's no need to be so cautious….”

The brawny man gave a bitter smile, then explained,

“I was injected with demon blood by a Demonic Path Immortal Master. As long as my Physical Body temperature loses balance, I will completely lose my sanity and become an irrational madman…”

Shen Li asked,

“Where are you from? What is your name? Where are you from? Kunlun?”

A trace of confusion flashed in the man's eyes; he clutched his aching head, wishing he could crush it on the spot.

Then he gasped and said,

“My name is… General Wushuang.”

“Yes… I and my clansmen are all from Kunlun.”

“Were you also abducted by the Luan Xiu Alliance?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“For experiments…”

Shen Li frowned, a shock in his heart.

“Demon Transformation? But why travel thousands of miles… to abduct you barbarians from Kunlun?”

General Wushuang thought for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice,

“We barbarians, who have lived for generations beneath the Kunlun Mountain Range, our Physical Bodies are already completely different from those in the Central Plains.”

“After hundreds of years of wind and snow, our Physical Bodies have already changed… Perhaps it is for this reason that we were targeted by the Luan Xiu Alliance.”

Wang Teng stroked his chin, saying in a deep voice,

“Extreme Dao… Martial Artist.”

“It seems that there must be Disciples of the Demon Transformation lineage within the Luan Xiu Alliance, clearly skilled in this Dao, but they haven't succeeded. This big oaf has thick demon blood; if he could completely control the demon blood, he would be able to enter the ranks of 'Extreme Dao' Martial Artists.”

“Rather than being a half-and-half experiment like he is now.”

“It's just a pity; he's a step short. When a Martial Artist fights with full strength, their Qi and blood will uncontrollably raise their temperature, ultimately leading to the demise of their sanity and turning them into a monster that distinguishes neither friend nor foe.”

General Wushuang did not deny the title of monster.

He squatted on the ground numbly, like an object to be played with at will.

Having already seen many of his clansmen die, he had long since come to terms with life and death.

It was nothing more than becoming cannon fodder for the Demonic Path or cannon fodder for the Righteous Path.

There was no difference.

Moreover, with the Restriction in the hands of the person before him… life and death were in someone else's hands, so resistance was useless.

As for humiliation… it didn't matter anymore.

Seeing this, Shen Li closed his eyes in thought.

This group of barbarian slaves should have been intended for someone in the Black Horn Mountain Range.

It's just a pity that Immortal Sen Yan eliminated them all, leading to no buyer, so after several transfers, they ended up in Fu Yu Mountain.

However, unlike what Wang Teng said, Shen Li believed… these barbarians were not only useful, but extremely useful!

His eyes flickered, and he asked,

“Do you want to live?”

“Ah?”

Wang Teng glanced at Shen Li, not knowing what Shen Li was planning.

Shen Li repeated his question, saying,

“Do you want to live?”

General Wushuang did not reply, only looking at Shen Li with indifferent eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Li shifted his focus and continued to ask,

“Since the answer to that question cannot move you, then let me ask you, do you want your clansmen… to live?”

“Clansmen… to live as slaves?”

General Wushuang wore a mocking smile.

“We barbarians are inherently inferior; we are born slaves to you Central Plains people. Except for a bit of dignity in the Kunlun Mountains, in your territory, we are the lowest of beings.”

“What's the difference between being a slave, humiliated by others, and being dead?”

Shen Li faced the questioning with an unchanging expression, smiling as he said,

“I know you are wary of the Central Plains people, but it doesn't matter.”

“I also disdain to enlighten you.”

“To be frank, I need a weapon, even a weapon that distinguishes neither friend nor foe is acceptable.”

“Of course, you can refuse me, but you should know.”

“You only have this one chance. If this chance disappears, you will have no meaning in existence.”

“Your clansmen will still be slaves, lowly beings, slaughtered at will.”

“However… I have given you a brand new choice.”

“For this… I am willing to swear an oath that within my territory, you and your clansmen will be able to live with dignity.”

“This is a Heart Demon oath.”

“How about it?”

An abstruse Heart Demon contract appeared in the air; only a drop of essence blood was needed to complete the contract.

It was as if countless voices echoed in his ears, urging General Wushuang to extend his large hand.

Shen Li's face remained calm, as if such a promise was insignificant to him.

General Wushuang knew that such an existence, when dealing with him, would not lie, nor would he bother to lie.

This promise was like the last straw in a desperate situation.

Or like an oasis in the desert encountered before dying of thirst, who knew if it wasn't a mirage?

General Wushuang didn't know if it was true or false… but he had no choice but to make a desperate gamble.

“For the tribe!”

His voice was hoarse.

“…As Immortal Master commands.”

“As long as my clansmen can live with dignity…”

“Live!”