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Chapter 16: Facing the Wall, but Not Reflecting
The main hall of Qingshan Sect was magnificent, completely different from the dilapidated and desolate Tianyan Sect.
Not to mention anything else, just the complex carvings on the pillars supporting the main hall were enough to shock many people.
And this grand main hall of Qingshan Sect was what a sect should have.
The grander sects had even more magnificent main halls.
Lin Qingxue was also stunned by the sight when she first entered the main hall, but after a few visits, she got used to it.
After arriving at the main hall, she untied her hairband, then slowly knelt in front of the sacrificial altar and began her reflection.
The so-called sacrificial altar was a place full of statues of deities.
The statues were distributed layer by layer on the altar, with a total of 365 deity statues.
Each deity statue was crafted by a master, with lifelike expressions and actions.
There were gods with angry eyes and kind-faced fortune gods.
From the three creators of the world to the many deities of the underworld, all were on the altar.
These deities were considered the ultimate pursuit of cultivators. If one couldn’t achieve immortality, they could only stop at being a cultivator.
The truly powerful were all pursuing breakthroughs after the Mahayana stage, aiming to become immortals.
Of course, ordinary people also worshipped deities, praying that the deities would respond to their requests.
For example, when it comes to favorable weather, people often pray to the gods.
It is very normal for a household to have an altar for worshiping gods, but they wouldn’t display all the gods like the altars in the main halls of sects.
Generally speaking, placing a Kitchen God or something similar is enough.
Whether it works or not is unknown, but people think it’s better to pray than not, as it doesn’t hurt to do so.
Since cultivators say that gods exist, the common people naturally want to seek help from these powerful gods.
What if? What if their prayers are heard by the gods, and they lend a helping hand?
Lin Qingxue looked at the wall full of god statues and murmured, “I only wish to uphold justice. Please, gods, lend me your strength. I don’t ask for much.”
She cultivated not to ascend to immortality, but to have enough strength to uphold justice.
Lin Qingxue silently closed her eyes, intending to cultivate here.
Although she couldn’t meditate, circulating her spiritual energy was still good, and she could comprehend the details of her cultivation method.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, the delicate face of Zhishi appeared in her mind.
Zhishi’s beautiful figure and cold expression were deeply engraved in her heart, impossible to forget.
Lin Qingxue believed that she was also a demoness, and even more dangerous than Youlan.
Moreover, she was so powerful that Lin Qingxue had no thought of resisting.
She was even stronger than her senior brother; at least when she saw her senior brother, she didn’t feel this sense of powerlessness.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue’s face turned red, and her body felt a bit hot.
“Strange…?” She only thought Zhishi was powerful, so why did her heart suddenly flutter?
If she could be as powerful as Zhishi, those evil-doers wouldn’t be able to escape, and she wouldn’t have so many regrets.
While wandering the martial world, she had encountered more than one tragedy that she couldn’t prevent due to her lack of strength.
“No, am I acting strange?” She felt something was wrong with herself and opened her eyes in fright.
When she opened her eyes and saw the wall full of god statues, she felt a bit of chill.
“Disciple Lin Qingxue means no disrespect! Please forgive me!” She realized her thoughts were very rude and hurriedly lowered her voice to chant.
She had just thought these statues were terrifying? How could she be so disrespectful to the gods?
Lin Qingxue closed her eyes, calming her mind, and gradually entered a state of cultivation.
She couldn’t think about random things anymore; if she continued, she might really go mad.
Wan Ruicai sat on a rattan chair, his expression cold, completely different from how he had behaved in front of Lin Qingxue.
At this moment, his white robe was stained with blood, extremely sinister.
The term “going mad” was more suitable to describe him.
“That woman is still alive! She’s still alive!?” Wan Ruicai’s voice was full of murderous intent, as if he wanted to cut someone into pieces.
If Youlan were standing here, she would definitely recognize who Wan Ruicai was—he was the white-robed gentleman who captured Youlan and threw her into the blood pool.
Wan Ruicai’s cultivation talent was not strong, and he couldn’t break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in his forties.
Even with enough resources and the accumulation of elixirs, it would take him over sixty years.
But Wan Ruicai didn’t want to cultivate so slowly. If it took him over sixty years to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, how many years would it take to reach the Nascent Soul stage? How many years to reach the Divine Transformation stage?
So he found a method used secretly by some cultivators, which was to refine Blood Pills.
Every human body contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If the speed of cultivation and meditation is too slow, directly refining the spiritual energy from other bodies would greatly increase the speed.
Although, like other elixirs, Blood Pills also have a refining process, this did not prevent him from taking normally refined cultivation elixirs at the same time.
Taking two kinds of elixirs simultaneously meant that his cultivation speed was twice as fast as others.
This feeling of rapid cultivation advancement once made Wan Ruicai ecstatic.
But the side effects of taking Blood Pills soon became apparent. Wan Ruicai developed a craving for blood and corpses.
Fortunately, he obtained a method to solve this “disease” from some people.
The method was simple: transfer the so-called blood craving to another person through a blood pool and formation.
That person needed to have a pure yin body and must be a virgin, and Youlan met these requirements, so she became the sacrifice.
If it were a cultivator, Wan Ruicai might have been apprehensive, but Youlan was just an ordinary person, capturing her was not difficult at all.
He originally thought that after transferring the blood craving, Youlan, an ordinary person, would drown in the blood pool, so he didn’t pay much attention.
But he never expected that Youlan would break free from the chains and even break through the dungeon wall.
Wan Ruicai grabbed a cup and drank the fresh blood inside. He indeed no longer had the blood craving, but it had long become a habit, “She must be killed, otherwise if she exposes us, we will be utterly disgraced.”
A subtle intuition told him that Youlan hadn’t exposed him, so he still had a chance.
“In a couple of days, you will go with me to Tianyan Sect and find her.” Wan Ruicai coldly looked at the disciples of Qingshan Sect in front of him and said in a deep voice.
Wan Ruicai was not the only one who succumbed to temptation and took Blood Pills.