Chapter 32: Soul Devouring Body Tempering Technique
Chapter 32: Soul Devouring Body Tempering Technique
Northern Frontier.
Chu Fan was currently submerged in a vat of black liquid, with roaring flames blazing beneath the massive cauldron.
Judging by his complexion alone, he looked nearly cooked alive.
As time passed, Chu Fan’s breathing grew increasingly ragged. The intense heat made him furrow his brow as beads of sweat dripped continuously into the unknown black liquid.
The sound of approaching footsteps reached Chu Fan’s ears. Without opening his eyes, he asked, “Brother Jiang Wang, is that you?”
“It’s me. The medicinal tempering process still requires six more hours. You must endure, Chu Fan. The slightest lapse will render all previous efforts worthless!”
“I understand, Brother Jiang Wang. I can hold on!”
To suppress the Taotie Remnant Soul, Jiang Wang had introduced Chu Fan to this medicinal tempering method.
First, medicinal ingredients had to be collected to brew the liquid. Then the concoction would be poured into the cauldron, where Chu Fan would immerse himself naked for the tempering process.
Throughout this, Chu Fan had to circulate a specialized cultivation technique designed to complement the medicinal tempering.
The entire process would take twenty-four hours.
Chu Fan had to persevere through it all—any surrender would nullify all previous efforts.
The remaining six hours would be pure torment for Chu Fan.
Not only was there the physical scorching, but also soul-deep agony.
Chu Fan found it strange—despite possessing the Yang Fire Physique which should make him exceptionally resistant to heat, why was this heated medicinal liquid so unbearable?
Just then, a cool, viscous liquid poured over Chu Fan’s head, alleviating some of the burning sensation.
He knew Jiang Wang was adding new medicinal liquid. These moments provided brief respite.
Had Chu Fan opened his eyes, he might have seen what was being poured over him.
Both the liquid cascading down his body and the boiling black concoction in the cauldron shared the same origin—human blood.
For demonic cultivators, nothing served as better cultivation material than human lives.
Even the fuel burning beneath the cauldron consisted of dismembered cultivator remains.
These remnants transformed into raging flames, helping Chu Fan suppress the Taotie Remnant Soul within.
Jiang Wang nodded approvingly at Chu Fan immersed in the cauldron.
The technique he’d given Chu Fan wasn’t any medicinal tempering method—it was one of the demonic path’s supreme techniques: the Soul Devouring Body Tempering Technique.
“Blood replenishes blood, soul replenishes soul”—this was the cultivation principle of the Soul Devouring Body Tempering Technique.
Such violent effects naturally came with severe drawbacks.
Practitioners of this technique would undergo personality and soul mutations, becoming increasingly bloodthirsty and violent.
The transformation was irreversible—cultivators would only sink deeper into depravity.
Once Chu Fan returned to the righteous path, he would become the demonic faction’s most crucial pawn against the Three Saints Sect.
Paired with the Taotie Devouring Spirit artifact, Chu Fan would eventually degenerate into a merciless killing machine in pursuit of greater power.
Su Ming, the source of all his grievances, would naturally become Chu Fan’s primary target.
Given their respective statuses, Chu Fan couldn’t possibly kill Su Ming, but injuring him was absolutely feasible.
No parents could remain idle seeing their child harmed.
The Three Saints Sect would inevitably face retribution from those two Heavenly Dao realm sovereigns. Mishandling the situation could even lead to the sect’s annihilation.
The Heaven Primordial Continent only had so many Star Realm cultivators, most concentrated within the Three Saints Sect.
With the Three Saints Sect destroyed, what resistance could the powerless alchemists of Jixia Academy and Medicine Spirit Valley possibly muster?
The entire Heaven Primordial Continent would become the demonic faction’s playground.
Jiang Wang’s gaze burned hotter as he watched Chu Fan in the cauldron.
This Three Saints Sect disciple now carried the demonic path’s hopes for the future.
“The path of cultivation has always been survival of the fittest. Low-level cultivators and those without cultivation talent are merely stepping stones to glory. They should be grateful for this honor.”
With this thought, Jiang Wang tossed another dismembered corpse into the flames beneath the cauldron.
As time trickled by, Chu Fan’s Soul Devouring Body Tempering Technique approached initial completion.
Had Su Ming activated his Destiny Vision at this moment, he would have seen Chu Fan’s thread of destiny extending tendrils over all living beings of the Heaven Primordial Continent, as if draining them for nourishment.
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Three Saints Sect.
Li Jianping clenched his fists as he watched the descending airship.
He had estimated the beast tide would take at least seven days to handle. Never had he imagined Su Ming would complete the mission in just one.
“Hai Wuliang! To be killed just like that by Zhao Xiuran—what a merciful end!”
During the airship’s return, Zhao Xiuran—the Elder Zhao leading this mission—had contacted Li Jianping via communication spells.
He’d also reported the truth about the Canghai Sword Sect’s situation.
Li Jianping never expected the beast tide to be Hai Wuliang’s own creation.
With the resources spent on Beast Attracting Incense, couldn’t you have just explored some undeveloped secret realms for cultivation resources?
But that wasn’t the main issue. The crux was his agreement with Su Ming.
He’d staked his life on opening the Three Saints Secret Realm upon Su Ming’s triumphant return.
Could he possibly find excuses to delay now?
Li Jianping knew better—it was impossible.
If he dared procrastinate, Su Ming would have his guardian kill him instantly.
Meng Shu possessed a half-step Void Realm offensive artifact. In single combat, Li Jianping stood no chance.
If the other three peak Star Realm elders joined him, that would be a different story.
But those three would never participate in such a confrontation.
Thus, the Three Saints Secret Realm must open.
This realization hit him like a suffocating wave.
As the airship landed smoothly, Zhao Xiuran rushed to report to Li Jianping.
“Sect Master.”
“Just you?” Li Jianping found this odd.
Zhao Xiuran was utterly baffled by the question.
Before he could inquire, Meng Shu materialized silently before them.
“Li Jianping, the Young Master asks if the Three Saints Secret Realm will open in half a day.”
As he spoke, Meng Shu deliberately waved his arm, displaying his artifact.
The sight made Li Jianping’s eyelid twitch violently as he recalled his still-reforging Lifebound Flying Sword.
“Half a day from now, the Three Saints Secret Realm will definitely open!”
“Good.”
Meng Shu’s swift departure after delivering his message was clearly meant as intimidation.
Watching this exchange, Zhao Xiuran only grew more perplexed.
Wasn’t opening the Three Saints Secret Realm standard procedure? Why did their sect master look so troubled?
The stronger Su Ming became as the Holy Son, the better it was for the Three Saints Sect’s future, wasn’t it?