Chapter 239: Returning to the Seal of Demons Realm

In the following days, Su Che summoned many of his old friends and relatives, including Su Nian’er, Lei Xiao, Hu Tou, Wang Zhenshu, and others, to serve as administrators at Xuan Yu Peak. As a result, their monthly salaries would increase several times over. Moreover, Su Che could use his authority to grant them sufficient faction contribution points, allowing them to exchange for various cultivation techniques from the Skill Transmission Pavilion.

Regarding his friends, Su Che wouldn’t recklessly shower them with spirit stones and turn them into parasites. Instead, he would provide them with a better environment and ample opportunities—progress still required their own efforts.

Given the scale of Xuan Yu Peak, at least a hundred administrative disciples were needed. Even if Su Che didn’t assign his own people, the sect would assign some disciples to take on these roles. Of course, their salaries didn’t need to be paid by Su Che; they were part of the sect’s regular expenses.

As the chief direct disciple, Su Che no longer needed faction contribution points. However, he received a quota of 100,000 contribution points per month, which he could distribute freely to any disciple in the sect. This meant Su Che had the authority to assign any disciple—including the 100 direct disciples—to do his work.

Such power was even beyond what the elders of the ten main peaks possessed, as those elders were only responsible for their own disciples and couldn’t oversee disciples from other peaks, not even those from the outer sects.

Yet, Su Che was too busy cultivating to spare time exercising his many powers…

Recently, Su Che had been consuming large amounts of true energy, mental strength, and life force, storing them within the Sumeru Divine Seal. The Sumeru Divine Seal was indeed a top-tier spiritual treasure, with almost infinite storage capacity, seemingly endless. Just in one month, the stored life force was enough for Su Che to unleash the Destruction Fist thousands of times at full power.

Beyond this, Su Che realized that it wasn’t enough to focus solely on quantity of storage—improving the quality was more important. For example, if his life force could be refined to be more concentrated and pure, even if he released only two-thirds of it in a punch, its power would naturally be greater.

Imagine if all his life force were at the level of the Witch Clan’s essence—then a single punch might be enough to destroy the entire Taiyi Sect, reducing it to nothingness.

Perhaps the great catastrophe in Yan’an Country back then was created by a power of this caliber…

But the problem was that Tianxuan Sect was not good at cultivation methods related to qi and blood, and did not possess any advanced techniques of this kind. The lower-level techniques had minimal effects, and Su Che disdained them. Thus, he turned his attention to the super sect specialized in this field—the Blood God Sect. Although the Blood God Sect belonged to the demonic path, its blood-cultivation techniques were not evil, so Su Che could practice them without any concern of “falling into the demonic path.”

“Blood God Sect!” Su Che mused. He could visit their territory on his way in a few days, as he still needed to head to the Arctic Sea to search for that Dao artifact, the “Jufu.” The territory of the Blood God Sect was also a necessary route. The “Jufu” was recognized as the ultimate defensive treasure in the cultivation world. Back then, the master of the Jufu Palace had managed to break through the combined attacks of over a hundred Yuan Ying ancestors thanks to its superior defenses, allowing him to escape. With this Dao artifact for protection, Su Che believed that even at the early Jin Dan stage, he would not fear an attack from a Yuan Ying ancestor. If the opponent couldn’t harm him, he would already be in an invincible position.

“It’s best to obtain the Jufu within four years. That way, when I go to Wuji Sect to meet Tian Yin, I won’t be so afraid of her.” Su Che had always been cautious about Tian Yin. Her top-grade Dao artifact, the bronze bell, could only be countered by a Jufu of the same rank.

One day, while cultivating, Su Che suddenly sensed someone knocking on the door of his cave and sending a message. When he went outside, it was Master Zixiao. With a wave of his hand, Zixiao threw a large, golden-furred rat at Su Che’s feet.

“It’s a Tian Jin Rat at the Jin Dan stage. Senior Mu Ye caught it for you,” Zixiao said. “Take a look. Can you use it?”

“It can be used. Thank you, Master Zixiao.” Su Che bowed. “I’m also grateful that you personally brought it over. Tian Yu is quite worried.”

“Come on,” Zixiao waved his hand. “Don’t play these games with me. In a few years, we’ll be brothers in cultivation.”

Su Che laughed. He was naturally confident about advancing to the Yuan Ying stage as well. The Tian Jin Rat was a gold-type beast that strengthened itself by consuming the golden energy of high-grade metals. Therefore, areas where Tian Jin Rats appeared often had large metal ore deposits.

The fusion process didn’t require any specific attributes for humans, demons, or beasts—whether gold or earth type, as long as it was a rat at the Jin Dan stage. The Tian Jin Rat in front of him was at the early third level, possessing great strength, but its demon core had been sealed by a Yuan Ying ancestor using some method, leaving it powerless. Su Che then took it into his Immortal Prison.

“There are already people and demons at the Golden Core stage; all that’s left is a Demon King-level Heavenly Demon, and then Lao Hei can proceed with the third fusion.” Su Che was secretly pleased—having several ancestral masters to help him saved him a great deal of effort. “A few days ago, I went to the Seal of Demons Realm to ask that sealed demon god for a Demon King…” Zi Xiao continued, “Lao Hei agreed, but he had one condition: he wanted to meet you personally before splitting off a Demon King.” “Meet me?” Su Che was surprised and asked, “How does that demon god know of my existence?” “He doesn’t know who you are, but he’s been thinking about that guy who can devour the spirit of true demons,” Zi Xiao said with a strange expression. “Don’t tell me you weren’t the one behind the chaos in the Seal of Demons Realm back then.” “It was me,” Su Che said, rubbing his nose and laughing. Now that the ancestral masters already knew he had a big secret, they still protected him dearly. So, it didn’t matter if he admitted such a small thing. “I guessed it was you back then; I just didn’t want to expose you.” Zi Xiao nodded. “If you’re willing to meet him, I’ll take you to the Seal of Demons Realm.” “Okay.” Su Che agreed without hesitation. With Ancestral Master Zi Xiao by his side, what was there to worry about? Without delay, the two flew into the sky. In just fifteen minutes, they arrived at Demon Subduing Peak inside the mountain gate—this was Su Che’s second time here. The Seal of Demons Realm, dim and gloomy, still exuded a desolate, oppressive atmosphere. But now, with Su Che at the Golden Core stage, flying high above the realm alongside Zi Xiao, there was no danger at all. The low-level Heavenly Demons, demon lords, and demon generals they encountered along the way all took to avoiding them from afar. Heavenly Demons were full of tricks and certainly not fools—they knew these two human cultivators were terrifying, so why would they risk approaching and seeking death? Upon reaching the central area, three figures flew toward them, all in human form, dressed neatly but radiating strong demonic aura. One of them, a bald, muscular man, was the same ‘Chili Luo Tian,’ the great Demon King who had once commanded thousands of Heavenly Demons. “Zi Xiao, is he it?” Chili Luo Tian demanded loudly. Zi Xiao didn’t respond but instead transmitted a message to Su Che, “These guys are quite arrogant. Show them some strength so they won’t dare look down on you.” Su Che understood immediately and immediately activated… Soul Seizure! Buzz… Chili Luo Tian collapsed and started falling downward. The two other Demon Kings beside him were shocked and ready to intervene… Prison of Demons!

The prison-shaped seal appeared instantly, suspending Chi Luo Tian upside down in midair. Just from the names “Soul Seize” and “Demon Prison,” it was clear that Su Che’s two powerful techniques were highly effective against spiritual beings like heavenly demons, allowing him to unleash several times their usual strength. Coupled with the Immortal Prison Pagoda’s ability to suppress such beings, Su Che was undoubtedly their nemesis—killing heavenly demons effortlessly across multiple levels. Even without Zi Xiao’s presence, he would be invincible within the Demon Sealing Domain, with no one able to match him—provided, of course, no one touched the seal of that demon god.

“Ancient Demon Prison Curse!”

The two other demon kings who wanted to rescue Chi Luo Tian cried out in alarm, retreating dozens of feet at once, their fear evident. This showed just how formidable this technique really was.

Swish!

Su Che casually sent out a gust of energy, shattering the prison seal. Chi Luo Tian, now free, was struck by the Soul Seize effect, and his demon soul trembled, leaving him confused.

A moment later, the three demon kings flew back in front of Su Che and Zi Xiao, their expressions much more subdued.

“Zi Xiao Grandmaster is right; these guys are quite despicable,” Su Che muttered to himself.

“Please, follow me.”

The three demon kings led the way toward the central seal of the demon god.

These were all veteran demon kings in the Demon Sealing Domain. It would be inappropriate to capture them directly, as it might anger the sealed demon god and cause chaos in the domain, preventing it from serving as a training ground for disciples for a long time. That’s why Zi Xiao asked Hei Lao Mo Yu Wei to create another demon king for Su Che’s use.

The seal of the demon god floated high in the sky like a dazzling star, serving as the only source of light in the entire domain. Through spiritual perception, one could see inside the starlight a huge sphere dozens of feet in diameter, its translucent shell covered densely with various runes—all seals with sealing powers.

“Hei Lao Mo, no need for words,” Zi Xiao said to the seal star. “It’s him who can completely devour your true demon spirit. But he’s my sect’s top disciple; it’s pure delusion if you think you can take him as your apprentice.”

“What’s the young man’s name?”

A faint voice came from within the seal star, sounding like that of a kind-hearted elder.

“Tian Yu,” Su Che replied with just his alias, unwilling to reveal his true name.

“Very good.”

After saying those two words, the Ethereal Voice fell silent, as if observing Su Che carefully. After a moment, it asked again, “The True Demon Spirit that devours me—won’t it leave any hidden dangers?”
“Not at all,” Su Che gestured around. “Even if I devour all the demons here, nothing will happen.”