Chapter 763: A Bountiful Harvest of Slaves

After the Yin-Yang Duo left, Lao He asked, “Master, do you really think they’ll help you capture other death row inmates?”
“Who knows?”
Su Che thought to himself, “Anyway, they definitely won’t dare trouble me again. That’s enough.”
As two late-stage Golden Immortals, he was certainly no match for them. He was already very satisfied that he could resolve things to this extent.
Inside the Immortal Prison, the entire process of crafting anti-demon pills was handled by the Tree of Fate and the Lord of the Fire Realm, so Su Che and Lao He didn’t need to worry at all. No matter what happened to Su Che outside, it wouldn’t delay the pill-making process.
Over four hundred thousand pills had already been crafted, and the speed was even faster than expected. Perhaps it was because the activation of the seventh layer had invisibly enhanced various capabilities within the Immortal Prison.
The Immortal Prison also needed to grow—each time a new layer was unlocked, it seemed to grow older by one year.
Putting the Yin-Yang Duo aside for now, Lao He reported, “The Immortal Prison Pagoda has given feedback on the function setting of the eighth layer: ‘Predicting the Future’.”
“How?” Su Che asked eagerly.
“It hasn’t said no,” Lao He replied. “But for now, the Immortal Prison Pagoda doesn’t seem to have a clear plan on how to achieve this, so no activation conditions have been listed. It seems this kind of thing requires fate or some kind of inspiration—nothing can be determined for now.”
“I see…”
Su Che nodded slowly, admitting in his heart, “Yes, the ability to predict the future is indeed somewhat elusive. Aside from the Great Prophecy Art, I really haven’t heard of any other possibilities.”
“Master, then do you think there’s anyone in the world who’s born with such an ability?” Lao He mused.
“There probably is,” Su Che said. “In some legends, there are people with such innate talents who can predict the future to some extent—such as forecasting major events that will happen in a few days or fortunes and misfortunes closely related to themselves… Moreover, witches or priests of certain special races can even predict events that will occur thousands or tens of thousands of years in the future.”
“Then, if we capture such a person and feed them to the Immortal Prison, won’t that determine the activation conditions for the eighth layer?” Lao He asked darkly, his expression and tone resembling that of a cunning and vicious scoundrel.
“That method should work.”

Su Che nodded and then shook his head. “The problem is that just because someone has such ability, we can’t recklessly take their life like bandits. What’s the difference between this and those death-row criminals in the Realm of Punishment?”
“That’s true,” Lao He said helplessly with a wide grin. “Then we can only wait patiently for the right opportunity to approach them.”
“Not necessarily…”
Su Che began to ponder how to achieve the powerful ability to foresee the future…
After staying in the valley for six days, at noon that day, the Yin and Yang Fiends indeed returned.
“Young man, are you in there?”
The couple stood outside the mystic array as the Yin Fiend sent a voice message inside.
“Yes.”
Su Che slowly stepped out.
Thump thump thump…
The Yang Fiend waved his hand and threw out more than a dozen True Immortal death-row criminals who had temporarily lost their ability to move from his personal space. At first glance, there seemed to be fifteen Xuan Immortals and one at the early stage of Golden Immortal.
The Yin Fiend explained softly, “There are already few Golden Immortals, and each of them is extremely cunning. As soon as they see us from afar, they’ll use their ultimate evasion techniques to escape at the cost of damaging their vital energy. That’s why we only captured one at the early stage of Golden Immortal… Use these sacrifices for now. If they’re not enough, we’ll capture more.”
“They definitely won’t be enough.”
Su Che looked at these ‘sacrifices’ on the ground and nodded with a smile. “But it’s a good start.”
“Alright, go ahead with your tasks. We’ll continue.”
Whoosh!
The Yin and Yang Fiends flew away again.
“They really believe in you!” Lao He was quite surprised.
“We can only say they’re smart and know how to seize opportunities,” Su Che thought to himself.
But Lao He asked, “But they’re all at the late stage of Golden Immortal. Even if they’re willing to acknowledge you as their master, we can’t enslave their souls right now. How can we bring them out of the Realm of Punishment?”
“We’ll figure it out when the time comes,” Su Che said confidently. “If we can’t come up with a good plan, it’s okay. The Evil Emperor has his own methods.”
“Would that evil-old guy be that considerate?” Lao He doubted.
“He probably will.”
Su Che nodded inwardly. “I seem to understand his thoughts a bit better now.”
He had a vague judgment in his mind, but it was too early to speak out, so Su Che didn’t want to mention it.
From then on, every ten days or so, the Yin and Yang Fiends would come to offer sacrifices—ranging from a dozen to twenty or thirty people. This continued for over a year, delivering nearly a thousand True Immortal death-row criminals to Su Che in total.
Among them, there were only about forty at the early stage of Golden Immortal. After all, Golden Immortals are indeed hard to capture.

However, after a little over a year, the number of sacrifices suddenly decreased. The Yin-Yang Duo explained that the area where they usually operated was already devoid of prisoners, and if they expanded further, they would inevitably clash with other late-stage Golden Immortals. It turned out that even within the Punishment Realm, areas had to be divided and territories established. In the territory controlled by the Yin-Yang Duo, almost all prisoners had been captured, and news of their relentless hunting had spread throughout the Punishment Realm, so that no new prisoners dared enter that area for some time.

“Let’s take a break and talk again later.”
Su Che was already quite satisfied, especially with those over forty early-stage Golden Immortals he had enslaved through soul control, which even made him wake up smiling while sleeping. Although Su Che had no intention of founding a sect or building a faction in the Immortal Realm, having more powerful subordinates was never a bad thing. Right now, if he encountered opponents like the Yin-Yang Duo again, he wouldn’t need to risk himself personally—just having over forty early-stage Golden Immortals surround them would be enough to scare them away without even fighting. How could forty early-stage Golden Immortals possibly lose to one or two late-stage ones? Moreover, soul slaves weren’t afraid of death; to protect their master, they would fight desperately without hesitation. That was what was truly terrifying.

After taking a break, Su Che thought that in the next step, he could lead a group of powerful subordinates, along with the help of the Yin-Yang Duo, to sweep through the entire Punishment Realm. Of course, this was only possible if those late-stage Golden Immortals prisoners didn’t unite against them…

Less than two years had passed since entering the Punishment Realm, and the one million anti-demon pills needed by the Evil Emperor had already been produced. But Su Che hadn’t refined many more because the Origin Demon Energy stored in the Immortal Prison might not be sufficient. He couldn’t deplete it all just for pill-making. Being in the Punishment Realm, with no connection to the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, the Origin Demon Energy was gradually running out. In just two years, Su Che certainly didn’t plan to leave the Punishment Realm—firstly, because he wanted to capture more prisoners, and secondly, because he didn’t want those Immortal Lords to discover his true pill-making skills.

In the valley, Su Che practiced peacefully inside the mystic array, while the Yin-Yang Duo perched on a nearby mountain, claiming it was to protect little brother Su Che, but actually out of concern that he might leave suddenly without saying a word. If that happened, all their efforts would be in vain.

Just three months of peaceful days passed before someone came looking for trouble on their own. Four late-stage Golden Immortals arrived, breaking into the territory of the Yin-Yang Twin Fiends and finding this place with remarkable accuracy. “Yin-Yang Twin Fiends, what have you two been up to lately?” From high above, a super-plump female Golden Immortal shouted loudly, “You’ve wiped out everything within trillions of miles—birds and dogs alike! Are you crazy? What exactly are you trying to achieve?” Describing her as “super-plump” wasn’t meant to mock her excessive obesity, but rather her extremely exaggerated proportions—her breasts were astonishingly large, her waist was unnaturally narrow, and her hips were also quite substantial. The curves of her body were so extreme that, even if it could be considered beautiful, it was a sickly kind of beauty. In common terms, it could be described as “too much for ordinary men to handle.” Of course, every creature encountered here was, without exception, a severely guilty death prisoner with abnormal mental states, and their exaggerated appearances were nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from this plump female immortal, the other three late-stage Golden Immortals were male: one with a bare chest and greasy face, looking like a butcher; one covered in tattoos with a waist like a tiger’s, resembling a barbarian; and the last fat man, who seemed quite normal by comparison. The Yin-Yang Twin Fiends flew up to meet them, with the Yin Fiend taking charge of the conversation. She said leisurely, “Lately, we’ve indeed been quite ruthless in killing. We admit that. The reason is…” She pointed at the Qianyuan Xuan Formation where Su Che was hiding and made up an excuse on the spot, “We’re practicing a certain mystical technique and need sacrifices to offer to the heavens. Will Sister Hua Rong accept this explanation?” “I accept it!” the plump female immortal replied immediately. “But I don’t believe it!” “Believe it or not, it’s your choice,” the Yin Fiend said indifferently with a smile. Inside the Xuan Formation, Su Che learned from the memories of those Golden Immortal servants that this female immortal named Hua Rong was a neighbor of the Yin-Yang Twin Fiends. Naturally worried that their recent activities might threaten her survival, she had joined forces with three neighboring factions to investigate. Trapped in this realm of punishment, death was only a matter of time. Struggling here, their only wish was to live a few more days, so they were all extremely cautious. Even as late-stage Golden Immortals, they didn’t dare hunt too many other death prisoners at the Xuan Immortal level, fearing that their insane actions might attract the attention of the Evil Emperor Immortal Lord, who might then send down a death penalty.

So, they like Yin Yang Shuang Sha wouldn’t want to see such a big-scale move happen; Hua Rong and the others had to come over to stop it in time. If they couldn’t stop it, they had to distance themselves to avoid being dragged down.