Translator: CinderTL Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Hundreds of Wu Ji Sect disciples stormed into the valley like ravenous wolves, their eyes gleaming with avarice. They descended upon the spirit fields, disregarding the age of the spirit herbs as they ripped them from the soil and carelessly stuffed them into pre-prepared jade boxes. "Stop! Under whose Demon King's command do you trespass on Master Feng Ying's spirit fields?" roared an elderly man with a wolf pelt wrapped around his waist. The old man, a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, was among the most powerful in the valley. As he spoke, he strode angrily toward the nearest Wu Ji Sect disciple—a male cultivator at the Mid-Foundation Establishment stage. The Wu Ji Sect disciples had been ordered to harvest the spirit herbs in the valley as quickly as possible, with no explicit instructions to kill. Initially, the male cultivator had intended to ignore the valley's inhabitants. But the old man's reckless interference enraged him. Raising his hand, he prepared to eliminate the bothersome elder. At that moment, Song Wen's voice suddenly echoed across the valley: "Don't kill him. Bring him aboard the flagship—I have questions for him." Upon receiving Song Wen's command, the male cultivator immediately stepped forward, seized the old man by the neck, and channeled a surge of spiritual energy into his body, rendering him powerless. He then hoisted the elder onto the Flagship. "Demon Lord, the prisoner is secured," the cultivator reported. Song Wen waved his hand dismissively. The cultivator bowed deeply and withdrew. "Who are you? How dare you trespass upon Master Feng Ying's Spirit Field?" the old man demanded, his voice sharp with defiance. Though he now understood he was outmatched, he showed no fear as he pointed an accusing finger at Song Wen. "Feng Ying?" Song Wen asked. "So you cultivate Spirit Herbs for him?" "Exactly!" The old man's face flushed with pride. "Master Feng Ying will tear you limb from limb for desecrating his Spirit Field!" The old man expected his threat to send his captors scurrying in terror. Instead, Song Wen remained unfazed and asked, "How did you reach this valley?" The hundreds of people in the valley might not have been highly cultivated, but they were all genuine cultivators. In the Human Race, only a small fraction possess the spirit roots necessary for cultivation. This made it clear that these people had been handpicked and brought to this place. "Human Enclosure Island," Song Wen murmured, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He had never heard of such a place. He turned to Fang Xian, who quickly responded, "Reporting to the Demon Lord, Human Enclosure Island lies approximately one million li west of Fangzhudao. It's an island dedicated to the Demon Race's human farming operations. Over a trillion mortals reside there, all raised as blood food for the demons." Song Wen listened intently, as did the old man standing nearby. "The people on Human Enclosure Island are nothing but dull-witted scum," the old man declared, his voice dripping with pride and contempt for the island's inhabitants. "To become blood food for a Demon Race Master is their highest honor. We, chosen by the Masters, are the true Heaven's Chosen of humanity." Song Wen shook his head slightly. The old man was beyond redemption. He had been completely brainwashed by the Demon Race, viewing servitude to them as a glorious privilege. One had to admit, the Demon Race possessed considerable skill. To achieve such complete indoctrination in just a century was truly remarkable. "You must have been chosen by a Demon King as well," the old man continued to boast. "Quickly order your subordinates to stand down and come with me to Fang City to beg forgiveness from Master Feng Ying. Perhaps then you'll have a chance to live..." Song Wen had heard enough. Fang Xian waved his hand, silencing the old man. "Demon Lord, what shall we do with these people?" Fang Xian asked. "Since they willingly serve the Demon Race as slaves, let their wish be granted," Song Wen replied. "Feed them to our disciples' Spirit Beasts." Fang Xian bowed deeply and relayed the order to the disciples: those with Spirit Beasts were instructed to release them. Few Wu Ji Sect disciples kept Spirit Beasts, and most of those were auxiliary creatures used for scouting and foraging. Even with thousands of disciples, there were only about a hundred Spirit Beasts in total. The beasts charged into the valley. Terrified and enraged, the natives were devoured alive. Meanwhile, every Spirit Herb in the valley was uprooted, and even the topsoil layer—rich in Spiritual Qi—was packed up and taken away. This fertile soil could be transplanted elsewhere to establish new Spirit Fields. With their business concluded, the Wu Ji Sect fleet continued its journey toward Fangzhudao. Having been delayed en route, the Wu Ji Sect's fleet arrived at Fangzhudao to find that the Liangyi Sect and Cui Clan had already landed. However, they must have arrived only recently, as their disciples were still scouring the ruins of Fang City. The Nascent Soul cultivators, including Xuan Chengzi and Cui Xuanjing, remained aboard their respective Giant Flying Ships, refraining from personally intervening in the search. "Demon Lord Ji Yin," Xuan Chengzi remarked, "the Wu Ji Sect is rather late." Song Wen didn't immediately respond. Instead, he transmitted a silent order to Fang Xian, who stood beside him. "Instruct the disciples to disperse and search for Demon Race treasures." Fang Xian acknowledged the command and turned to relay the order. Only then did Song Wen reply, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Chengzi, it seems your sect has already reaped a substantial harvest. Have you discovered the Demon Race's treasury?" Xuan Chengzi shook his head. "The Demon Race treasury isn't located in Fang City. In fact, I doubt such a treasury even exists. Our sect has only acquired materials from demon beasts and two small Spirit Fields." "In that case, the Wu Ji Sect still has a chance to find the treasury?" Song Wen pressed. Xuan Chengzi chuckled. "That depends entirely on your luck, Fellow Daoist." Song Wen suddenly sensed the Shadow Gu, dormant within his body, awakening with a start. It seemed desperately hungry for vast quantities of Spiritual Qi and Qi and Blood, attempting to devour the pure energy stored within his five viscera and six bowels. Song Wen frowned slightly. The Shadow Gu's current state was a clear sign of its impending advancement to the Fourth-Tier. However, allowing it to advance now would inevitably expose it to everyone present. After a brief deliberation, Song Wen decided to let the Shadow Gu proceed with its advancement. Forcibly suppressing it might cause it to miss this rare opportunity, a decision he would later regret. He opened his mouth and expelled the Shadow Gu from his body. The moment it emerged, the creature instantly swelled to the size of a washbasin and transmitted a ravenous signal to Song Wen. After evacuating all the disciples from the flagship, Song Wen released the carcass of the Mystic Flood Dragon. The massive corpse stretched dozens of zhang in length, nearly filling the entire deck. The Shadow Gu eagerly burrowed into the dragon's mouth and began its gluttonous feast. Simultaneously, Song Wen activated a Spirit Gathering Formation on the Giant Flying Ship. The Spiritual Qi above Fang City surged, drawn in by the formation. 📖Read (RDC) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c1112. [+4] 🔑Early Access at $5. 💥Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.