Chapter 113: Revisiting Old Haunts

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At the flick of a thought by Zhang Chen, a Blood God Son with spiritual intelligence drilled out of his body.

Immediately after, Zhang Chen threw a few blood storage bags to the Blood God Son and instructed, “Look after the blood pool and remember to replenish the demon blood in time.”

The Blood God Son couldn’t speak but just nodded after catching the blood storage bags.

With everything arranged properly, Zhang Chen transformed into a blood light and left the cave, flying towards the Internal Affairs Hall.

In the cave abode, the Blood God Son looked at the densely packed blood seeds in the blood pool around it, revealing a joyful emotion, as if seeing unborn siblings.

From time to time, it would touch and pat this blood seed and that blood seed, seeming to say, “Drink more blood and grow up quickly.”

After registering with the Internal Affairs Hall, Zhang Chen obtained the token to leave the sect and could be away for half a year.

Certainly, demon beasts could not settle near the Blood God Sect since the disciples of the sect come and go frequently, making it easy to be discovered.

It was not easy to find a place that was far from the Blood God Sect, yet secluded and spacious enough for over a hundred demon beasts to live in.

After thinking about it, Zhang Chen thought of a place. It was the Zhenluo Kingdom, where he had been the Imperial Preceptor for a year.

The Zhenluo Kingdom was located at the edge of the Blood God Sect’s sphere of influence, and beyond it was the sphere of influence of the White Bone Palace. Generally, cultivators from both sects would not venture into each other’s territory.

Hence, 10 days later, in a magnificent palace in the Zhen Luo Kingdom, Zhang Chen appeared before the king.

The king of the Zhenluo Kingdom had just finished reading the memorials and stretched lazily.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

King Zhenluo was startled and instinctively shouted, “Assassin! Assassin!”

Zhang Chen remained expressionless and slowly said, “Your Majesty, don’t you recognize me?”

Upon hearing this, King Zhenluo was first surprised, but then he quickly reacted and showed a forced smile, bowing respectfully and asking, “So it’s the Imperial Preceptor. Do you have any instructions from the Immortal Sect?”

Before Zhang Chen could speak, the guards outside the hall rushed in, shouting, “Protect the King!”

“Get out of here!” King Zhenluo immediately scolded loudly.

The guards looked at Zhang Chen, then at King Zhenluo, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew.

“Imperial Preceptor, I was too nervous just now. Please don’t blame me.” King Zhenluo apologized out of fear that Zhang Chen might be displeased.

Zhang Chen did not mind and said calmly, “I came here not for matters concerning the sect, but because I have a personal matter to ask of Your Majesty the King.”

“Imperial Preceptor, feel free to ask. I will do my best to fulfill your request,” King Zhenluo readily agreed.

Zhang Chen then revealed his purpose: “I need a secluded mountain range, and no one should be allowed to approach it.”

“I’ll get someone to investigate now, but it will take some time. Your hall is still available. Why don’t you move there and rest for a while?”

In front of Zhang Chen, King Zhenluo was very careful and did not have the demeanor of a king at all.

“There’s no need. I still have other things to attend to. I’ll come back in a few days. ”

With that, Zhang Chen turned into a streak of blood light and left without waiting for King Zhenluo’s reply.

It was not enough to just have a place. He planned to go to the market of the White Bone Hall to buy an array formation to hide his aura.

“Phew-” Seeing Zhang Chen leave, King Zhenluo heaved a sigh of relief and regained his dignity, but his eyes inadvertently revealed yearning.

Although he was the ruler of a country, he was just an ordinary mortal who had to experience the process of aging and dying, especially now that he was getting old.

As death approached and he felt his body aging, he longed to become a cultivator. felt his body age and yearned to become a cultivator.

However, he did not have spiritual roots and was destined to never become a cultivator.

“Mutual agreement, there is a way in the world that does not require spiritual roots but can still become a cultivator,” King Zhenluo muttered to himself in a

low voice.

On the other side, after Zhang Chen entered the territory of the White Bone Hall. He hid his aura and used the Feather Flight Technique to fly to avoid exposing his identity as a disciple of the Blood God Sect.

Previously, he had killed the core disciple of the White Bone Hall and made enemies with the White Bone Hall. If he used his identity as a disciple of the Blood God Sect, he might encounter trouble. He might as well pretend to be an itinerant cultivator.

Three days later, Zhang Chen arrived at the market of the White Bone Hall.

This was a huge sinkhole that was 1,000 feet deep, and ordinary people could not reach it, so there were no formations set up.

It was said that this sinkhole was formed when an immortal fell thousands of years ago.

In the beginning, the White Bone Hall wanted to excavate the immortal’s bones. But inadvertently, it became a bustling market instead of finding the bones.

Zhang Chen paid a spirit stone and smoothly entered the market.

He did not go to the stalls of the itinerant cultivators but went directly to the shop selling formations.

Although the items sold by the itinerant cultivators were cheap, their quality and reputation were not guaranteed. Since he knew little about formations, he might be cheated instead of picking up bargains.

“Fellow Daoist, what kind of formations do you want? Our shop has the best and most complete formations in this market,” the shopkeeper approached him and greeted him.

“I want to buy a Spirit Gathering Formation and a formation that can conceal my aura. What do you recommend?”

Spiritual energy was everywhere, but it was very sparse. The Spirit Gathering Formation could attract the surrounding spiritual energy and gather it together, making cultivation twice the result with half the effort.

Most itinerant cultivators who had the means would set up a Spirit Gathering Formation in their caves.

As for Zhang Chen, he bought the Spirit Gathering Array to enable the demon beasts to improve their cultivation.

“Do you have any other requirements, Fellow Daoist?

“The Spirit Gathering Formation can be used for Foundation Establishment cultivation, and the range of the array to conceal one’s aura is wide. “These arrays can meet your needs…” The shopkeeper began to introduce them one by one.

In the end, Zhang Chen chose two formations.

A mid-grade Spirit Gathering Formation that could absorb the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius and a Cloud Mist Formation that could envelop a mountain range.

The Cloud Mist Formation would produce a special fog that blocked the prying of divine senses and vision.

The two formations cost Zhang Chen a total of 1,000 spirit stones. This place did not accept blood essence. If not for the hundreds of spirit stones in the Silver Moon Sect disciple’s storage bag, he really would not have been able to afford them.

“These are the array flags and the method to set up the array formation. Fellow Daoist, please keep them safe.” The shopkeeper handed over two boxes, which contained more than 10 array flags and a jade slip.

“Thank you.” Zhang Chen put the boxes away. “Do you have any formations that can trap a cultivator in the Golden Core stage or above?”

Zhang Chen didn’t have any spirit stones left to purchase, but he wanted to know the prices.

The shopkeeper was stunned and shook his head. “Formations that can trap cultivators in the Golden Core stage or above can only be customized by a formation master, or obtained at a market auction.

Zhang Chen didn’t know any array masters, so he could only obtain them from the market auction.

“When does the market auction start?”

“Our market’s auction is held once every 10 years, and the next one is still two years away.” The shopkeeper raised two fingers.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish Shopkeeper Zhu a prosperous business.” Zhang Chen cupped his hands and left.

The shopkeeper watched Zhang Chen walk away and revealed an inexplicable expression. “Another fat sheep.”

The market city of the Demon Beast Mountain Range was established and managed by the Blood God Sect. As a disciple of the Blood God Sect, Zhang Chen naturally did not have any designs.

However, in the market of the White Bone Hall, as a foreign itinerant cultivator, Zhang Chen naturally had many ideas..