Chapter 147: Using force to suppress others, the force from
the Dan League
The moment the curved blade was struck down, the Early Level 2 Elder of Albigensians Sect
coughed up a mouthful of blood.
His aura rapidly weakened, and even his cultivation realm showed signs of regression.
“A talisman treasure… and one approaching Level 3-level power?!”
Gazing at the thunder raging above, the elder’s face darkened.
That single strike of lightning had severely damaged his curved blade!
If it were just an ordinary artifact, it wouldn’t have mattered too much… but his curved blade was
his natal artifact, spiritually linked to him.
With its destruction, he suffered severe backlash in return.
At this moment, he was filled with deep regret.
Originally, he had planned to unleash his natal artifact, crush Arius with overwhelming force, and
seize whatever fortunes Arius possessed.
But instead… not only had he gained nothing, but he had also lost his most precious weapon.
Worse yet, the backlash from his natal artifact’s destruction meant his cultivation would regress
by several decades.
This was one of the great risks of wielding a natal artifact.
Under normal circumstances, summoning a natal artifact would increase a cultivator’s combat
strength by at least fifty percent.
A natal artifact was an extension of its wielder’s life force.
Each attack launched with it was flawless, free from hesitation or delay.
Gritting his teeth, the elder hurriedly retrieved a pill, forcing his internal injuries under control
before waving his hand and recalling his shattered curved blade from the ground.
But as he looked at Arius, who still held the talisman treasure in his grasp, he no longer dared to
make another move.
The talisman in Arius’s hand was none other than the upgraded Five Thunder Talisman
Treasure!
Now that Arius had openly displayed his talisman, not just the Early Level 2 Elder, but even the
Mid and Late Level 2 Elders of Albigensians Sect revealed visible apprehension.
The strike from the Five Thunder Talisman just now had unleashed power comparable to that of
a Peak Level 2 cultivator!
Though this level of power wasn’t enough to slaughter them outright, it was definitely enough to
gravely wound them.
Because of this, many of the Level 2 Elders shifted their gazes toward the Sect Master of
Albigensians Sect, as well as the few Peak Level 2 Elders present.
“It seems you truly have some fortune, to have acquired such a powerful talisman treasure…”
“With such luck, you should have devoted yourself to cultivation, slowly fortifying your Dao
foundation, establishing your Level 3… walking the path of true enlightenment.”
“Yet instead, you have chosen to squander your future—coming here to cause chaos, to kill
disciples of my Albigensians Sect.”
At this moment, the Sect Master of Albigensians Sect, with his ethereal, sage-like appearance,
slowly spoke.
His voice carried a tone of lament, as though he genuinely pitied Arius’s poor choices.
“Sigh…”
“Since you were once a disciple of my Albigensians Sect, I am willing to spare your life.”
“However, though you may escape death, you will not escape punishment.”
“I will give you a choice—cripple your own cultivation. Once you do, you may live out the rest of
your days… within the prison of Albigensians Sect.”
The Sect Master’s words made him sound merciful and benevolent…
But in reality, if Arius truly followed his orders, it would be far worse than death.
To be crippled and thrown into Albigensians Sect’s prison?
Arius knew all too well what that meant.
Albigensians Sect’s prison was a place of unspeakable horrors.
Once imprisoned there, one would neither be able to live nor die.
Those who had been released from Albigensians Sect’s prison were all either insane or broken
beyond repair.
Each one no longer resembled a human being, as if they had endured the torments of the
eighteen levels of hell.
As soon as the Sect Master finished speaking, a gaunt, eyeless man stepped forward!
His skeletal figure, his hollow eye sockets, and his lifeless stare sent a chill through the crowd.
“Sinner Arius, why are you not thanking the Sect Master for his generosity?!”
“I suggest you do as you’re told…”
“Otherwise… hehehe!”
As he spoke, the skeletal man licked his lips, and suddenly—two blood-red venomous serpents
slithered out from his empty eye sockets!
This man was yet another Peak Level 2 Elder of Albigensians Sect.
And unlike Leon Qiarro, his strength was even greater.
His favorite pastime? Dissecting living creatures, extracting their life essence, and refining
sinister, forbidden pills.
Back when Albigensians Sect was still following King Aragay Pyrelis, this gaunt cultivator had
been deemed too cruel and extreme, tarnishing the sect’s reputation as a righteous immortal
sect. Because of this, Ancestor Severus personally sealed him away in a hidden chamber.
At least, that was the official story.
In reality, Ancestor Severus had merely hidden him away for his own protection.
After all, the righteous sects would never tolerate the existence of someone like him.
The reason Ancestor Severus secretly protected and provided him with resources was because
it was all part of his plan.
From the very beginning, Ancestor Severus had never truly been a righteous cultivator!
Even before submitting to the Velmorian Sect, Ancestor Severus had already been secretly
practicing demonic arts.
Many of the forbidden demonic pills he refined were created with the help of this gaunt
cultivator.
For years, throughout Pyrenees Mountain County, Level 1 and even Level 2 cultivators had
mysteriously vanished—all of which could be traced back to Ancestor Severus.
Using living cultivators to refine Life Pills was not only simpler and highly efficient, but most
importantly—the “ingredients” were everywhere.
As the gaunt cultivator let out his eerie, cackling laughter, his anticipation grew.
It had been nearly two to three months since he last refined a Life Pill!
The thought of dissecting a Peak Level 1 cultivator and using his life essence to refine a pill…
How wonderful would that be?
Madness. Bloodlust. Frenzy!
These traits had been carved into his very bones.
As the Albigensians Sect Master observed him, his expression darkened with displeasure,
contempt, and a hint of dread.
Ever since this lunatic had been released, even the Sect Master’s authority had been
undermined.
Yet, facing the Sect Master’s false magnanimity and the madness of the gaunt cultivator, Arius’s
expression remained indifferent—as if standing before him were not two Peak Level 2
powerhouses, but mere mortals.
“You want this old man to cripple his cultivation? To be imprisoned in your Albigensians Sect’s
dungeon? Heh…”
Arius let out a soft chuckle, leisurely reaching into his robe and retrieving two tokens.
The first token symbolized his status as a Ninth-Rank Alchemist!
At first, when the Albigensians Sect Master saw the Ninth-Rank Alchemist token, he remained
utterly unimpressed.
A Ninth-Rank Alchemist? So what?
If Arius had been a permanent Ninth-Rank Alchemist of the Alchemist Alliance, then perhaps
the Sect Master would have felt some hesitation.
But this was just a guest alchemist position.
Within the Albigensians Sect, there were already several Ninth-Rank and Eighth-Rank guest
alchemists.
They even had a permanent Seventh-Rank Alchemist under their command!
If Arius thought that merely flashing this title could intimidate him, it was nothing short of
laughable.
However, the moment Arius revealed the second token, the Sect Master’s expression froze on
the spot.