Cultivation Begins with Skill Points

572: Chapter 561: Bait 572: Chapter 561: Bait “Zhong Lin, do you know why none of the King Realm or Imperial Realm experts have acted, and why it is the same for the Blood Demon Clan, with only their underlings starting the war?” Sword God Feng Si Han asked with a smile.

Zhong Lin pondered for a moment and said, “This is war, also training soldiers.

Are the Emperors planning to train soldiers?”

“Hahaha.”

“Indeed, indeed.”

“Heavenly Sword Sacred Land has truly gained a good disciple!”

“Sword God, recently I obtained an Imperial Realm inheritance; how about we exchange, and you give me this disciple?”

“Sword God, I have a daughter, beautiful and enchanting, a true national beauty, what do you think…”

Sword God Feng Si Han ignored the other Emperors’ banter and smiled at Zhong Lin, saying, “The war between the two realms is both a crisis and an opportunity.

In the two realms’ war ten thousand years ago, although many exceptional talents and powerful abilities fell, even numerous Kings and Emperors perished, many talents grew amidst the war.

Those who survived the two realms’ war mostly achieved remarkable feats, causing the Qingyuan World’s strong ones to not diminish but rather increase in numbers in the following ten thousand years.

War is ruthless and bloody, but it can also rapidly foster strong ones, like nurturing a King Gu from Gu insects.”

Zhong Lin nodded, exactly as he suspected.

War, although bloody and brutal, is also an opportunity for many martial artists to enhance their strength.

One must know that the Life and Death Realm and Nirvana Realm jump between life and death, as long as they don’t die, can greatly accelerate Cultivation, these two realms are also the ordinary talented martial artist’s chance to catch up with exceptional talents.

“The Blood Demon Clan thinks the same way,” Sword God Feng Si Han added.

Zhong Lin understood internally, but was more curious about why the Supreme Leader called him, surely not just to talk about these things?

Sword God Feng Si Han saw through Zhong Lin’s thoughts, and straightforwardly said, “Regarding the Blood Demon Clan, we martial artists of Qingyuan World do not fear, it’s merely a matter of whose sword is sharper, whose fist is harder, regardless of win or lose we accept, but there is one person that makes us Emperors unwilling.”

“Is the Supreme Leader referring to Demon Emperor You Boxi?” Zhong Lin asked.

“Yes, it’s him.”

Sword God Feng Si Han nodded and said, “The so-called Nine Nether Demon Sect, those who practice evil techniques are merely pests, the real threat is Demon Emperor You Boxi and the blood demon branch of demon cultivators.

Their Cultivation techniques come from the Blood Demon Clan, the deeper their Cultivation, the more they transform towards the Blood Demon Clan, no longer considered part of the Human Clan in Qingyuan World.

Most importantly, they hide in the shadows, ready to jump out in the decisive battle, we must eliminate them before the great confrontation begins.”

“Disciple understands, what should I do?” Zhong Lin asked.

“We Emperors already plan to surround and kill him, but You Boxi’s suspicious nature means the success rate of luring him out is only fifty percent, however, your appearance raises it to eighty percent.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Thunder Emperor spoke, “Your recent battle was not only seen by us, but also by the Blood Demon Clan Emperors.

Invincible in the same realm, the half-step Emperor was crushed by your punch, extremely dazzling performance, if you don’t fall, you might become an Emperor, and an Imperial Realm expert may even sway the battlefield, thus the Blood Demon Clan must hate you and want to eliminate you while you’re weak, adding you would certainly lure You Boxi out, and once he’s out, he’s destined to die.”

Zhong Lin stepped forward, filled with righteous resolve and said, “I see now, the disciple is willing to be the bait.”

“All beings are graced by Buddha, are you truly aware, you’re only a King Realm in Cultivation, You Boxi self-proclaims as Demon Emperor, his methods are sinister, any negligence may lead to your demise,” Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land Buddha chanted a Buddha name, speaking gravely.

Other Emperors also gazed tightly at Zhong Lin, awaiting his answer.

“The heavens are vast, my path prospers, martial artists were born to battle heaven and earth, why fear life and death, disciple has made up his mind, I request the Imperial Family’s assurance,” Zhong Lin said solemnly.

Refusal, then what?

Zhong Lin did not naively believe that due to his talent, the Emperors would choose to give up; if they really decided to give up, they wouldn’t have summoned him.

Calling him here was not for a choice, but a notification.

Having the traits of an Emperor does not mean he is an Emperor, still just a King Realm martial artist.

For a King Realm martial artist, they can easily suppress martial artists below the Nirvana Realm, once the Domain is opened, unless the opponent also comprehends the Domain, they can only be entirely suppressed, killing them is like slaughtering dogs or chickens.

Similarly, for a King Realm martial artist facing Imperial Realm experts who have condensed Heaven and Earth Dharma, the result is the same.

Zhong Lin had seen some descriptions of Heaven and Earth Dharma in the Scripture Pavilion of Sword Pavilion, this realm’s Imperial Realm experts fuse all their Power into one, their life essence god can easily mobilize the power of heaven and earth, perhaps just a thought can suppress King Realm experts, leaving no chance to resist.

At this moment, Zhong Lin is merely a more important piece on the board, with stronger effects but still unqualified to become a player by jumping off the board.

Hence, facing the Emperors’ proposed “bait” plan, the only choice is to agree, whether you believe it or not, refusal would still lead to agreement.

“So, strength is paramount!”

Zhong Lin shouted inwardly, as Blazing Flame within him grew wilder, burning several Blood Pills furiously, purifying the Demonic Qi within.

After bowing and taking leave, Zhong Lin returned to a barren mountain in the Northern Plain, sat in meditation, and trained.

Right now, the two realms tacitly train soldiers, King Realm and Imperial Realm experts haven’t acted; the battlefield seems brutal, but it’s just the calm before the storm, the decisive factor in swaying the war still lies in the strong ones’ battles.

And this is Zhong Lin’s last chance to enhance his strength; to survive and grow stronger in the upcoming war, he must seize every second, every minute.

Just as Sword God Feng Si Han said, war between the two realms is both a crisis and an opportunity.

“Even in nurturing Gu, I want to be the King Gu.”

Zhong Lin’s expression remained calm, golden flames burned in his eyes, as faint traces of Demonic Qi dissipated from his mouth and nose, followed by the purest Blood Essence.

With a thought, the Power of Space spread to the surrounding void.

A hundred zhang!

A hundred and fifty zhang!

Two hundred zhang!

Three hundred zhang!

Five hundred zhang!

The Domain is merely a manifestation of a King Realm expert’s external Power; the true foundation lies in understanding and mastery of the Power of Space.

As the purest Blood Essence from these several Blood Pills flowed out, merging into his flesh, Zhong Lin felt his body continuously expanding, every piece of flesh glowed like Vajra, filled with Power, every inch of skin became imbued with the Power of Space; at this moment, Zhong Lin seemed enlightened, every piece of flesh in his body absorbed the Power of Space from the void.

Space, at this moment, began to unfold completely before him.