Chunibyo in Cultivation World

In the demonic sect territories, within the great cities of every demonic sect.

Countless demonic cultivators and heretical cultivators were the absolute rulers of everything in this land.

Every demonic cultivator or heretical cultivator, if they did not have several regions of mortals under their control to supply them with all kinds of flesh and blood needed for cultivation, would probably feel embarrassed to even call themselves demonic cultivators.

And in this place, mortals without spiritual roots were no different from livestock.

From the moment they were born, they became commodities under the rule of some faction or cultivator, merely blood food for cultivation.

Human-shaped currency was even more practical than spirit stones.

After all, they were all raised in captivity—from birth to death, and those who lived past twenty years were extremely rare.

Some demonic cultivators and heretical cultivators even required evil souls steeped in extreme pain, despair, and complete defilement, so most people had to endure utter torment before they could die.

Under the rule of the Blood Fiend Sect, in every city and region, countless blood slaves stood in lines as usual, waiting for the cultivators to draw their blood.

The first drop of blood at dawn belonged to the elders of the Blood Fiend Sect; afterward, women, children, and even infants had to be divided into different grades.

All blood slaves had nothing but complete numbness in their eyes—even watching their own blood drip down did not stir the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Only some women, when seeing the infants beside them being drained of blood, revealed traces of pain and pity, showing slight emotional changes.

The disciples responsible for collecting blood for the Blood Fiend Sect looked at the gathered blood with expressions of desire.

Unable to resist, one of them glanced at an infant nearby with vividly fresh red blood, lightly licked his lips, and reached out to snatch the infant directly.

“This one’s really tender! Doing this kind of errand work, there’s got to be some benefits.”

That disciple stared greedily at the infant wailing loudly in his hands and spoke thus.

“No, no, Immortal Master, Immortal Master, my child is still young. When he grows up, he can still supply blood. If you’re not enough, my blood is still fresh—take mine.”

From the line of people nearby, a woman saw the child in the Blood Fiend Sect disciple’s hands. Her already deathly pale face turned even paler as she stumbled forward, kneeling before him and begging.

Her cries were heart-rending, enough to make any listener grieve.

But the Blood Fiend Sect disciple had long been accustomed to such scenes. He looked down at the mother kneeling and pleading on the ground.

“Perfect. I’m still short of a Mother-and-Child Evil Spirit Pill. You two are suitable.”

Cold words came from his mouth. As for the surrounding mortals, they seemed long used to this, turning a blind eye and continuing their blood-supplying existence.

“No, no, Immortal Master, Immortal Master, I can do anything you want. I beg you, spare my child. I can give myself to you—my internal organs are fine, I can cut them out myself.”

“This is what you need.”

The mother tore open her clothes directly, her eyes utterly hollow as she spoke, hoping this would stir even a trace of compassion in the disciple.

“Jie jie jie jie……”

“You’re just a mortal. Flesh and blood like this isn’t nearly enough.”

The disciple squatted down halfway, lifting the infant in his hand. The piercing cries echoed in all directions, yet everyone around remained hollow and numb.

At this point, the mother had completely collapsed to the ground—despair, terror, helplessness…

“Why… why… you’re human too!”

“You… you…”

Her eyes filled with hatred as she stared at the Blood Fiend Sect disciple before her, wishing she could skin him alive and devour his flesh.

But she was ultimately just an ordinary person.

“You will receive retribution. Retribution!”

“Hahahahahahaha……”

The mother had already gone half-mad, cursing loudly.

Hearing this, the Blood Fiend Sect disciple instead showed an expression of enjoyment.

“Retribution? What a joke! In the entire demonic sect territory, my Blood Fiend Sect has stood unshaken for ten thousand years. Who could possibly bring retribution upon me?”

“These are just lies to deceive mortals like you, so that what we do seems to have some justification.”

The Blood Fiend Sect disciple laughed mockingly.

Seeing that the evil thoughts on the kneeling woman had reached a certain threshold, almost sufficient, he was just about to make his move.

Boom.

“Hu, hu……”

A burst of cold wind howled past.

Covering the sky and blotting out the sun, dense masses of evil souls surged forth across the heavens.

The terrifying commotion immediately drew his attention.

“What is that? Evil souls? Which senior is this, actually commanding so many evil souls?”

Seeing the sky filled with evil souls, the Blood Fiend Sect disciple revealed an expression of yearning, as though imagining that one day he too might become such a great existence.

“Eh? Why are those evil souls coming toward me?”

“Not good.”

The Blood Fiend Sect disciple was instantly alarmed, forming hand seals to resist.

But the evil souls had already arrived before him.

“What the hell? Why does the aura on these evil souls feel so similar to the sect’s Spirit Transformation elders?”

“Spirit Transformation evil souls refined into an evil soul banner?”

The disciple’s pupils shrank sharply.

Before he could think it through, his vision went dark, and he felt his entire being split apart and annihilated.

“Am I dead?”

As he died, the infant in his hands slowly fell. The woman on the ground hurriedly embraced the child.

And the Spirit Transformation evil souls began to rampage.

Those Immortal Masters who, in the eyes of the mortals, stood high above, were gradually torn apart and slaughtered.

Even so, these ordinary people who supplied blood remained just as numb.

Meanwhile, the dead Blood Fiend Sect disciple was still lost in confusion.

But soon, light returned to his eyes once more, and his consciousness fully recovered.

“Didn’t I die? What’s going on?”

The Blood Fiend Sect disciple, having regained awareness, looked around. Everything was gray and decayed, with countless twisted evil shadows surrounding him.

That hell-like scene made his scalp go numb, filling his heart with extreme unease.

Especially as sharp, agonized screams echoed endlessly in his ears.

“Ah! I don’t want this!”

“It hurts so much, I was wrong…”

“I was wrong…”

Seeing such a scene, even as a demonic cultivator, he could not help but panic, retreating several steps.

“Where is this place? How did I end up here?”

Just as he panicked, several illusory figures appeared before him.

“Of course this is the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Your turn has come.”

The words of the phantoms entered his ears, and the Blood Fiend Sect disciple froze.

Before he could react, he found himself strapped to an iron rack, surrounded by countless sharp blades, slicing his flesh away piece by piece.

“Ah! No! It hurts…”

Before he could comprehend it, boiling oil was poured over him, followed by saltwater, filthy water…

Endless agony came crashing down.

At that moment, the woman’s words from earlier surfaced in his mind.

“You will suffer retribution.”

“And now, this is even more terrifying than retribution.”

“Ah! No—no—”

The screams echoed endlessly, and upon the Saint Soul Banner, the Sun–Moon Wheel watched everything, trembling slightly.

At this moment, the Sun–Moon Wheel finally understood—it seemed to have collided with an existence it absolutely should not have provoked.

And events like what befell this Blood Fiend Sect disciple continued to occur throughout the demonic sect territories.

No matter how high their cultivation or how strong they were, they were all gradually dragged into the Saint Soul Banner.