Master of Untold Daos

Wang Er: ...

Watching his tree, Er Gouzi said, “Forget it, since I’ve hit it for so long, I’ll just continue!”

Tree: I have no f*cking say in this!

It didn’t even cross Chen Ming’s mind as to what was happening, he handed everything over to Chen Lingyu and Wan Baqian anyway. I got better things to do. Like advancing on the Desolate Star and make steady progress to gaining control over it, to mine it slowly and let Yan Mountain rise even higher.

I need to also scheme about the start of the first inner sect competition.

Not only will the disciples have friendly interactions but it will also instill in them the ambition to win.

This will also let them get more familiar with rearing beasts through this competition’s rules.

Most of the disciples were in the Transcending realm, with some still a realm below, and the immortal beasts were much stronger than them.

The Yan Mountain’s first beast duels will get them to be more involved and interested in rearing beasts.

With perfect timing too. I have some extra immortal beasts and I’ll put them up as reward.

As for rules, immortal beasts won’t be fighting in there. They will only offer support to the savage beasts. As for how many, that is still up to everyone’s ability.

Legacy disciples are excluded of course. We wouldn’t want to crush their spirits.

But what then of inter-sect competition where they would hang his friend to be beaten?

What’s the point?

Inner duels are more fun.

If it were to be sects competing, at most it would be regarding their performance in repelling the beast tide. How could their disciples ever hope to win against these scum relying on savage beasts? Wouldn’t this bolster their arrogance?

These broken toys of mine will each have his tail perked higher than heaven at that point. How will it help them to cultivate in earnest?

Chen Ming was now expanding his teaching and the main topic was Beast King Records, its rearing methods and beast language.

Soon, noises came from all around Yan Mountain:

“Blah, blah!”

“Ya, yi, ya, yi!”

“Wu wa, wu wa!”

...

Chen Ming started his study on the Blood Pill. But first, he needed to make some magic weapons whose sole purpose was none other than to draw blood.

One first drew savage beast blood, mixed it with some spiritual herbs then refined it into Blood Pill. This was a great tonic for strengthening their bodies and quickening the development of immortal beasts.

Its effects laid in drawing blood. Those low ranked savage beasts wouldn’t die from this and would help raise the number of immortal beasts.

After all, a star could only raise a handful and this method multiplied this number.

This task didn’t require disciples to do it, just the Regalia Legion along with an immortal beast.

The domesticated immortal beast no longer acted up, following the soldiers’ every order.

The magic weapons weren’t hard to make either. They were only for drawing blood after all. In no time at all, he wrote down the way to refine the Blood Drawing Lamp and gave it to his disciples to make and equip the Regalia Legion.

Blood Pill was also easily made. Chen Ming’s recipe came shortly after, explaining in minute details how to refine it then hand it over to the disciples to study.

Time passed by slowly until the day of the next Inevitable’s meeting. Chen Ming got the warning and stopped his work.

Back to his courtyard, he donned the mask and appeared in the hall filled with the other members.

Yet Inevitable hasn’t shown himself while the Nr. 9 seat was now sporting a new face.

Nr. 6 went with his usual custom, “A new guy came. Introduce yourself so we can help each other.”

Faceless helping each other, funny it came from him of all people.

Nr. 9 sat without a word. Nr. 6 humphed, “Nr. 5, you’ve been laying low so far. Scared?”

Chen Ming rolled his eyes, This guy’s crazy, yet he has to set his sights on me.

Inevitable showed up, “After ten years the time for the hundred-year harvest arrives. Countless souls await in the Underworld River in silence, wait to be reaped.”

Inevitable waved two pearls before Chen Ming and Nr. 9, “This is the Soul Bead that holds souls. Even if you are new, if you have enough strength, you are qualified to collect them. According to custom, these souls are your reward. You can decide what Tree of Martyr fruits you want to exchange from me.”

“As for the others, just as before, collect the souls of your territory and hand over half. More souls allow you to exchange for fruits.”

“If something comes up, it is for you to settle. It’s all up to you how many souls you can collect.”

The so-called Soul Bead was a piece of wood. From Chen Ming’s astute judgment, it had to come from a branch of a Tree of Martyrs.

Chen Ming asked, “How are the souls calculated?”

Nr. 6 said, “Weight!”

Chen Ming: ...

According to weight...

Chen Ming asked, “Then how heavy is one soul?”

Nr. 6 said, “Varies from person to person. You, for example, I reckon are half a jin! You can’t even control your Constellation. How about I lend you a hand in soul collecting?”

Chen Ming smiled, “Alright, I will also take half then.”

Nr. 6 smiled, “You’re the one who said it. Then I will come to collect. If you have some skill there’s no harm in giving you half!”

The others kept silent, knowing the grudges between the two. They each wanted to tear the other inside out.

But the fact remained they never made a move.

Nr. 9 was ever silent all this time, ending up ignored by the rest.

But then someone said, “In truth, I only thought of killing everyone or everyone killing me.”

Eyes swiveled and everyone set their sights on the speaker, the quiet Nr. 9.

But no one minded his words, laughing without a care. Ah, newbie. They’re always so brazen. You’ll know your place in due time.

Nr. 9 never spoke again, tuning in on their conversations.

Chen Ming had other thoughts in mind, I can’t hand this harvest to anyone. Or I won’t get to feed my tree.