Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 233: Devouring Humans to Cultivate, Blood Rituals of the Flesh, Straying from the Path, The Noble Families’ Cancer

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Devouring Humans to Cultivate, Blood Rituals of the Flesh, Straying from the Path, The Noble Families’ Cancer

Upon hearing this, many family members instantly lifted their heads in excitement, a few hints of fervor flashing in their eyes.

"Yes! Patriarch!"

"Great! The plan is underway! Our martial arts have hope!"

"This should have been done sooner. Those peasants are only fit to be stepping stones."

"..."

Meanwhile.

A similar yet not quite identical scene was also occurring within other noble families.

As people accustomed to being above others, they couldn’t possibly sit idly by, watching as the ants they once despised climbed upward.

A world without extraordinary powers would be like this, and a world with extraordinary powers would be even more so.

After all, it’s not just about power and influence, but also about strength, longevity, and even immortality.

In comparison, it’s even more intense and frantic than that of a world without extraordinary powers.

Class struggle is always the cruelest—those below want to climb up, while those above don’t want more people sharing their benefits.

Moreover, those below are glaring, not thinking about peace, but wanting to completely replace and knock down those former interest groups.

At this moment, external threats have temporarily eased, internal reforms have begun, and the Human Race has also started fighting among themselves.

Of course, even with external threats, internal conflict is unavoidable.

Wherever there are people, there are divisions, disputes over interests, and internal struggles.

These are all inevitable situations.

Even when exotic beasts gain enough intelligence and emotions, they fight each other. How much more so for humans, who are naturally filled with spiritual charm!

On the other side, Lin Ping’an remained completely unaware of those matters.

Or perhaps, even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

With four million qi blood, truly the strongest in Great Xia, it gave him enough confidence and vision.

Those small internal matters, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with, nor cared.

Ever since the evil cult was wiped out by Lin Ping’an alone, his focus had never been on internal matters.

As long as no one sought death by coming to him, he wouldn’t even pay attention.

Whether it’s noble families or others, when they become too much to bear, he simply cleans them up with a wave of his hand.

Possessing enough strength, his will was the rule, no one could resist, nor dared to disobey.

One day... Two days... Three days... During the fervent development of Great Xia, a shadow began to gradually appear in the background.

Inside a certain dungeon.

"Cultivate! Burn twenty years of life! By then, your parents and family can live!"

"Damn it! You chaotic one! Aren’t you afraid of the Martial Arts Association’s wrath?"

"Hmph! Wrath for what? Martial artists fight to the death! Non-interference! You’re not ordinary people, what kind of protection from prohibition do you expect?"

"Damn it! Wait and see! I’ll surely take revenge on you!"

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Refuse to cultivate, then go die!"

"You dare force me? Don’t blame me for dragging you down with me! Don’t forget the Celestial Demon Tier Disintegration Technique!"

"Don’t forget, your whole family is in our hands!"

"..."

On the dark floor, a young boy lay with his pipa bone pierced, covered in blood and fixed onto a metal board.

Aside from his mouth, his entire body was restrained.

As the saying goes, the higher-ups set the policy, and the lower-downs find ways to counteract it.

No matter how perfect the systems and regulations are, there will always be those with ill intentions who look for loopholes.

Reality is the same.

Even if some cultivation techniques are created with good intentions, there will be those who use them for nefarious purposes.

Thinking of shortcuts, thinking of how to gain even greater benefits.

Half a month later.

Great Xia Martial Arts Association.

"What’s going on? Why has the number of missing and deceased martial artists on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races increased significantly?"

President Zhang Zheng slapped the table, his face stern as he questioned.

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking official who came to report spread his hands with a wry smile.

"There’s no way around it. There are always some people with little knowledge but high ambition, thinking entering the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is child’s play. Those people have not adjusted their mindset, possessing the strength of a martial artist, but not the heart of one."

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Zheng sighed and also understood this reasoning.

Without years or even decades of cultivation to lay a foundation, those who suddenly gain power through cultivation techniques cannot handle it.

In fact, this situation had long been anticipated by Zhang Zheng.

Now, it’s just that it has truly come to pass.

But even so, the numbers are far more than expected.

At this moment, President Zhang Zheng frowned, repeatedly reviewing the situation, feeling something was amiss.

"Investigate... conduct a detailed investigation, especially regarding those noble families, they’ve been too quiet lately!"

Though there was no evidence, Zhang Zheng still targeted those large families.

After all, the greatest obvious tumor within Great Xia was these people.

If not them, there was no one else to suspect!

Of course, there are also sects hidden within secret realms with enough power.

But firstly, those people haven’t opened their gates yet.

Secondly, they are typically arrogant and prideful, unlikely to resort to such base methods.

...

Online, frequent incidents or disappearances have somehow resonated with netizens.

On social platforms, chat tools, and various other software, discussions related to it have also appeared.

"So many people have gotten into trouble; the path of the martial artist is not easy!"

"Ha! Martial artists go against the heavens; dying halfway is quite normal."

"Hey! What’s the use of having cultivation techniques? What’s the point of becoming a martial artist? In the end, it’s bones all over the place. Only a few can truly become powerful. As for someone like me, it’s better to remain an ordinary person."

"Giving hope but feeling despair! Oh Talent Lin, or the Warrior of Love, can you develop a technique that enhances combat power or automates fighting?"

"Pfft! Are you making a wish? Automatic fighting, why don’t you just ascend to the heavens!"

"..."

Normally, things like kidnapping and arresting martial artists shouldn’t happen.

After all, the Celestial Dao Network is omnipresent. Simply logging in with consciousness and sending a message is easy.

But the noble families had long been prepared for this: potions that continually consume spiritual power, prisons that isolate spiritual probing, and devices that disrupt concentration...

If you want to find loopholes, even the heaven-sent Celestial Dao Network can be countered.

Clearly, those who have been imprisoned have all fallen into a perilous situation because of this.

Calling to the heavens brings no response, calling to the earth is equally futile.

A few days later.

Great Xia Martial Arts Association Headquarters.

"There’s a problem! These damned parasites, something is wrong. The family members’ power is advancing so quickly? How is that possible? Damn, are they..."

Looking at the intelligence, Zhang Zheng suddenly thought of a possibility, his expression turning immensely grim in an instant.

Then, without saying a word, he broke through the void and stepped in.

Next, he appeared high above a noble family, sweeping spiritual power over it to explore its mysteries.

However, in the next instant, a figure appeared, giving a cold snort, similarly enclosing the entire family area with spiritual power to block Zhang Zheng’s probing.

"Hmph! President Zhang, is it too much to ask why you’ve appeared and are probing my Kyoto Tuoba Family?"

Seeing this, Zhang Zheng stood expressionless, hands clasped behind his back.

"Some matters need to be clarified, but now it seems there’s no need to ask!"

"Devouring and refining humans? What a good deed!"

"Come on! Let’s battle in the void! Otherwise, I don’t mind destroying the Tuoba Family now!"

Saying this, he clenched his teeth, a hint of anger emerging in his eyes.