Merging with Demon Spirits

A grand hall exuding a sinister aura.

In the center of the hall, an alien elder dressed in a red robe was sitting on a terrifying chair with closed eyes.

The elder appeared extremely old, with loose skin, a face covered in black age spots, and an aura of impending decay.

His face and the area above his chest looked very gaunt, like a thin man, but the figure beneath the red robe was extremely swollen, appearing especially strange.

On both sides of the elder, standing twelve aliens, a mix of men and women, young and old, their gaze swept over the chair beneath the elder, showing a hint of resentment and fear.

This was a chair constructed from hundreds of skulls, a faint gray mist emerged from the skulls, absorbed into the elder’s body.

There were faintly some sorrowful wailing and resentful cursing sounds echoing.

Crack, crack…

Accompanied by subtle yet continuous breaking sounds, cracks appeared on more than ten skulls, some even shattered directly and fell to the ground.

Though not the first time witnessing this, the twelve aliens still felt a chill in their hearts.

These skulls were not just humans, but also included their familiar companions, who became corpses due to failing tasks.

Even their posthumous souls were used as sustenance for life extension.

”Ah…”

With a satisfied moan, the elder slowly opened his eyes, his dark red pupils gave a sense of bloodthirstiness that made one afraid to stare directly.

”How’s this month’s task completion?”

The elder asked indifferently, his voice somewhat hoarse, carrying a chilling vibe.

”Completed!”

”Completed!”

Each alien took out one white skull from the bag carrier, totaling ten.

The skull emitted a faint gray light, a sealed soul using a special method, possessing the power of a ninth-grade expert.

Twelve people, ten shouted completion!

Among the remaining two, a woman’s face showed terror, she directly knelt down and cried: ”I collected eight, lacked two, I’ll surpass the target next month, please spare me! I’ve been loyal to you for twenty years, spare my life.”

The elder looked at the woman begging for mercy, blood flowing from bumping her head, said nothing, only green light flickered from his eyes, and the next moment, the woman let out a mournful scream, seemingly enduring pains akin to a thousand cuts.

The wailing lasted for tens of seconds, gradually disappeared, her eyes dimmed, having lost their light.

”Just a lunatic, why isn’t he dead yet!”

Witnessing their previous companion dying miserably in front of them, a middle-aged alien exchanged glances with a nearby person, seeing through each other’s thoughts.

They were Kings, all twelve were.

Kings, high above.

But these three years, they’ve lived in constant fear.

No one knew how long Lord Yue Ming lived, only knew his death was approaching.

Due to this, he became increasingly deranged, casually killing subordinates when tasks weren’t completed, or when in a bad mood.

Sometimes purposely killing.

After all, King souls are far more replenishing than ninth-grade souls.

Many have fled, they wanted to flee too, but their souls were marked, nowhere to hide.

They only hoped Lord Yue Ming before them would die soon, or successfully extend his life, only then can they escape the threat of death.

Though they wished Yue Ming would die soon, they dared not reveal any odd emotions while bowed.

”Ah!”

Mournful screams quickly echoed again, the last person failing the task followed suit.

Two Kings were killed, becoming two corpses.

As the wailing vanished, a black shadow quietly appeared in the hall.

”Lord Yue Ming, long time no see.”

The black figure said to Yue Ming, his tone showed no respect or fear, just a glance at the bodies on the ground, his gaze showed no surprise.

”Ye Yi, what brings you here?”

Not astonished by this uninvited guest, Yue Ming casually asked.

Having just fed, he felt a bit sleepy now.

”Here to give a gift!”

The one called Ye Yi took out a crystal box from his robe and opened it.

Inside the box was a fist-sized, red fruit shaped like a baby.

Seeing the fruit, Yue Ming’s eyes slightly lit up.

This was indeed a good thing, for him, far more replenishing than a King soul.

Eating one, could extend life by half a year.

Seeing Yue Ming’s delighted expression, the man smiled.

Yue Ming stood up, asking: ”Blood Infant Fruit, this fruit surpasses even the Earth Chart Demon Spirits, consuming one greatly benefits you too, what condition do you want?”

”I want the Ghost Destruction Seal.”

Ye Yi said.

Ghost Destruction Seal, a sealing Forbidden Technique amongst aliens, no more than three people knew it.

Yue Ming thought for a moment, nodding: ”Alright, give me the item first.”

Without any word, Ye Yi tossed the Blood Infant Fruit to Yue Ming.

Yue Ming caught the Blood Infant Fruit, placing it upon his abdomen.

The area on his red robe had a pocket-like grid.

A sharp, fanged large mouth emerged from the grid, swallowing the Blood Infant Fruit in one bite, quickly chewing, the red juice flowing along the abdomen, dripping on the ground.

The fanged large mouth vanished, chewing sounds faintly came from under the red robe.

”Demon Fusion Technique!”

Ye Yi thought to himself.

This old immortal seemed near his end, but knew many forbidden techniques; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived this long.

These forbidden books, some he was deeply interested in too.

”Lord Yue Ming, can such Demon Fusion Technique be traded?”

Ye Yi asked.

Yue Ming smiled: ”Naturally it can, in my current state there’s nothing I’m unwilling to part with, just see if your offerings are valuable enough!”

After consuming a Blood Infant Fruit, Yue Ming’s mood seemed much better, his previously pale complexion gained some color.

During casual chat, a figure appeared in the hall. Seeing an outsider present, the figure said nothing.

”It’s fine, speak.” Yue Ming said.

The figure slightly hesitated but dared not question, spoke with a hint of seriousness: ”Sire, Zhou Chengfeng agreed!”

Yue Ming slightly stunned, seemingly hadn’t reacted yet, but quickly rejoiced: ”Agreed?”

Puzzled yet joyful tone.

This news brought joy a hundredfold, thousandfold over consuming one Blood Infant Fruit.

A Blood Infant Fruit, no matter how precious, extends life for only half a year.

Zhou Chengfeng was his key to survival, only this human had a hardened spirit, refused unto death, unwilling to aid his life extension.

He had no choice but to threaten with human lives, making him analyze and integrate cultivation techniques.

Many of his forbidden techniques succeeded thanks to Zhou Chengfeng.

Without Zhou Chengfeng, he couldn’t have lived to this day, but in human words, it was merely addressing symptoms without treating the root cause.

He still had no more than two years to live.

Originally, before dying, he planned to pressure Zhou Chengfeng once more, if unsuccessful, he’d kill him.

”Why did he suddenly agree?”

A joyful yet doubtful Yue Ming asked.

”Probably unable to bear witnessing human inter-killing, realizing hopelessness, thus agreed.”

Jiu Xing explained, pausing momentarily, said: ”But he has a condition, to sign a Soul Contract, set him free.”

”Haha, that’s fine.”

Yue Ming laughed.

As for the Soul Contract, he cared not.

If life extension were possible, letting Zhou Chengfeng free posed no issue.

He couldn’t think of any trick Zhou Chengfeng could pull, dared to pull?