The moment Li Wenzong rose up to become the Internal Supervisor of Ministers, he had started to secretly train his own forces.
Even though he was only in charge of the civil officials, he was still clear that this was a world ruled by strength and martial might. No one can change this fact. If he wanted to stay in his current position for a few more years, he had to have his own forces.
Flowing Sand has been established for twenty years now.
They had accomplished countless tasks for Li Wenzong in these twenty years, allowing him to sit at the head supervisory position in a stable manner.
Of courseâ¦
There were times that they had failed him.
But they have never failed him to the likes of a few days ago.
Therefore Li Wenzong was irritated. This irritation had exceeded the time when Qiu Badao was killed, basically touching his reverse scale.
It was mostly due to those words of warning.
Within Heavenly Sword City, he was considered the highest authority except for the Emperor. Perhaps there were some very strong people about but Luo Tian was a nobody. He had no status or strong background since Li Wenzong had investigated all eighteen generations of the Luo family.
He was nothing more than a bumpkin from a remote village.
Since someone wanted to protect Luo Tian, then Li Wenzong wanted to kill him even more to smack the face of the person behind the scenes.
Therefore, he had Mo Long who was undergoing closed door seclusion to exit.
Mo Long, the King of Flowing Sand.
He was a powerful expert that Li Wenzong personally groomed. In the twenty something years of Flowing Sand, he has never failed a single mission. This was the reason why he was known as the King of Flowing Sand.
Nighttime.
Mo Long brought a small squad of Flowing Sand members towards the Spectral Forbidden Grounds that was about 800 kilometers from Heavenly Sword City.
At the entrance to the Spectral Forbidden Grounds, Mo Long hesitated for a brief moment before shouting: âEnter!â
There was a sign of hesitation from those behind him.
One of them said: âHead, this place is the Spectral Forbidden Grounds. Even experts at the Profound Ancestor realm wonât dare to randomly enter without a good reason. What if that person isnât inside? Isnât it too risky for us to go in just like that?â
âThatâs right. We arenât afraid of death but our death must be for a worthwhile cause.â
âIf we enter just like that and those deceased souls of the devil race entangle us, Iâm afraid it would be difficult for us to escape.â
âItâs still fine if weâre talking about the deceased souls of the devil race. Have you guys forgotten that thereâs a devil race wraith called Sovereign Bloodfiend? His primordial spirit is still inside. Even though it has suffered a serious injury, itâs been 10,000 years already so who knows if it has recovered or not. If it has recovered, not to mention Profound Ancestors, even an expert at the Profound Venerate realm would not be his opponent. Head, how about we just wait outside here for him?â
âWe could just sit back and wait. If he is in there, he will naturally die upon exiting. If he isnât in there, our group doesnât have to take the risk.â
The group echoed their approval.
Mo Longâs eyes turned serious as his brows formed a faint frown. Looking at the gloomy entrance and the constant devilish energy surging out, his heart showed some hesitation. Just like his group said â what would they do if that kid wasnât inside?
A short while laterâ¦
Mo Long shouted: âSetup a formation and wait for him to come out!â
âYes!â
Several dark figures darted off. Each of their location was very hidden and in a strange place.
This was their Flowing Sandâs killing formation!
Everyoneâs eyes were locked onto the entrance. As long as someone exits the place, they would immediately be slaughtered!
Mo Long stepped closer and looked at the entrance. The inky dark devilish energy looked like it wanted to devour everything from the heaven and earth. He then stopped and suddenly leapt up and disappeared from the spot. Even his aura drifted away with the wind and couldnât be sensed any longer.
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Inside the forbidden grounds.
Wang Jinke was half lying on the ground. It was unknown where he found a long piece of grass from but it was dangling out from the corner of his mouth. He was chewing and sucking on it like it was a tasty treat, and would occasionally glance up at Luo Tian. He then muttered to himself in an annoyed manner: âThis kid is making me watch him kill specters one at a time. What is he trying to do?â
âItâs been eight days already and itâs the same thing over and over again.â
âI think this kid is gonna go nuts soon!â
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Eight days.
After a full eight days, Luo Tian had been cleaning up the specters non-stop. This time, the circular pattern he was making was even bigger than the one last time. The specters asleep within it were packed even more densely than before and one couldnât see where it ended.
Luo Tian killed another specter and surveyed around him. Seeing all the specters inside the circle, he said to himself happily: âThis time thereâs at least 300,000 of them. Add the ones from before and thereâs definitely going to be more than 500,000 devil race deceased soul points!â
âHeh hehâ¦â
âBecoming A Devil⦠this daddy will definitely complete the quest!â
Dual occupations were extremely attractive to anyone.
If he was able to attain the dual occupations, Luo Tianâs strength would improve by leaps and bounds. This soon to be reward would be capital for him to steamroll over Murong Wanjian!
âHey kidâ¦â
âItâs been eight days already so are you done with whatever youâre doing?â
âWe should head back if you cannot breakthrough into the Profound King 4th rank. This barren place doesnât have wine to drink nor meat to eat, and itâs annoying the hell out of meâ said the irritated Wang Jinke. He lifted up the wine gourd hanging from his waist and tipped it over his mouth, but not even a drop of liquor came out.
His expression became even more frustrated.
Luo Tian said with a faint smile: âUncle Wang, just wait a bit more because itâs almost done.â
âShit!â
âKid, you think Iâm a 3 year old toddler? Youâve said those words to me at least 180 times now, so do you really think Iâll believe you?â Wang Jinke had a struggled look on his face as he regretted betting with the Ninth Prince.
If he didnât make the bet, then he should be inside some random bar in Heavenly Sword City enjoying his alcohol right at this moment.
Luo Tian knew this was very boring. Not to mention Wang Jinke, even he felt this repetitive dullness was hard to endure. But he had no other choice; this was the only option if he wanted to kill them on a large scale and wanted to achieve a million devil race deceased soul points in two months.
This was the only solution.
Luo Tianâs heart felt a bit embarrassed and said: âUncle Wang, you can go back first if you feel bored. I can stay here by myself. When Iâm done with my task, I will immediately head back so donât worry.â
âWorried my ass!â
âIâm not worried about you one bit!â
Wang Jinke rolled his eyes and then softly mumbled: âIf I hadnât lost the bet, I would have never followed you to this god forsaken place. How can anyone be worried when youâre such a perverse existence? This old man would be enjoying myself if I didnât have to worry about you.â
Recalling how he almost dragged them both to their deaths when they had just entered, Wang Jinke started becoming irritated again.
Luo Tian shook his head with a smile and didnât say anything else. He then increased the speed of his actions.
âFuuu~!â
The ninth day!
Luo Tian had setup all the attributed demon cores in their proper places and silently waited for the cool down timer.
When Luo Tian was pulling an unending amount of attributed demon cores, Wang Jinkeâs saliva almost spilled out of his mouth. He then excitedly said: âHow did a kid like you have so many demon cores? And each of them seems to have a unique attribute!â
Luo Tian didnât bother answering him and pulled out a handful of them from his spatial plaque. He then handed it over to Wang Jinke and said: âDo you want some? Iâll gift these to you!â
It looked like he was gifting someone some radish and cabbages.
There were no signs of heart ache on his face.
Wang Jinke became dumbstruck and thought he heard wrong. But looking at Luo Tianâs serious expression, he wet his lips and said: âIf itâs for free, I might as well take it!â
âDing!â
They system gave off an alert tone. Luo Tian stood up and mumbled: âThe cool down timer is up. Uncle Wang, I will let you witness what an ancient power is!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om