Chapter 550: Chapter 92: Encirclent of Ao Heng_2
Immortal Sword Path: “I will subdue him.”
Xiao Yunyi showed a look of surprise, recalling the many tis the Immortal Sword intervened in the battles between Qingcang Immortal and Jianmu.
The Immortal Sword dared not take him along but dared to venture alone, because at that level, he would beco a burden.
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Sword State, a deep, ancient forest.
Ao Heng gently stroked a spotted deer, their auras mingled for just a mont, and the deer’s belly began to gradually swell, three months pregnant.
“Go now, I have bestowed upon you so spells. The Human Race will think you are a naturally enlightened spirit beast. It is best you seek protection from an Immortal Sect, lest you be killed and made into dicine.”
The spotted deer’s eyes showed clear reluctance, yet obediently, it rubbed Ao Heng’s leg before bounding away into the forest.
The deer’s tuft of red had not completely retracted; it turned out to be a stag.
“Such spirit beasts are quite endearing.”
Ao Heng exhaled comfortably, thinking aloud: “Indeed, the union of yin and yang requires pleasure. Though spirit beasts are few in the realm of the Human Race, they are exceptionally pure.”
There are myriad kinds of demons, but the so-called Devil Clan in the mouths of the Human Race are not animals that have gained intelligence, but beings born with the bloodline of Divine Beasts, possessing intelligence from birth.
Beasts without awakened intelligence would only be ranked eighth in Jianmu, but once intelligence is awakened, they are better than ordinary demons and are called spirit beasts by the Human Race.
In Jianmu, spirit beasts were often used for breeding.
Ao Heng, in a cheerful mood, humd a Human Race opera as he walked through the forest, causing the fish, insects, birds, and beasts he passed to beco pregnant.
Suddenly, he halted, his face turning pale, as mory fragnts that were not his own surfaced abruptly.
Erging from a cave and howling to the sky, only to be beheaded by a sword light from above; after years of silence, trying to take revenge and being killed by an array ford by Taoist Soldiers; after assaulting and killing an elder of the Sword Sect, being half-dead from a punch by Chi Venerable, hiding in a burrow, and perishing.
All these deaths were of the Earth Officials he had appointed, with no exception in recent tis.
In so mysterious way, a will was urging him to continue appointing more Earth Officials.
Ao Heng, shaking his aching head, transford into a swallow and flew to the nearest Human town, easily finding the prison where criminals were held.
For it was where the fate diagrams best suited to beco Yin Officials were easiest to find.
Extre Yin individuals are inherently violent and prone to killing.
The greatest concentration of such individuals is in prisons, especially in capital city jails where death sentences can be carried out.
The underworld required those destined for disaster to beco Yin Officials, as such individuals could withstand the Earth Official Dao Fruit. Those with incompatible fate diagrams often required higher cultivation levels to match the Earth Official Dao Fruit.
A True Monarch with an incompatible fate diagram could only be a Yin Commander, while a Golden Core Cultivator with a suitable fate diagram could beco a Judge.
Ao Heng transford into a fly and flew into the dark cell through a crack, where the prisoners looked despondent, even the most vicious of murderers were quiet and obedient under the strict watch.
Those who disobeyed had their tendons and bones removed.
In the cultivation world, there was no concept of civilization as it was known, nor was there any protection for criminals, and human rights were out of the question.
Ao Heng landed in front of a death row inmate chained up, listening to the jailer read out charges: murder, rape, arson, extermination of families…
Another heinous criminal.
The Human Race is quite interesting in this aspect, advocating for courtesy, trust, and benevolence on one hand, while never lacking those who do the opposite.
Observing the man’s fate diagram, Ao Heng saw he was fond of killing, gambling, and lust, making him perfect for a Yin Official.
With a thought, he appointed him as a Yin Commander.
In an instant, yin qi surged, the death row inmate’s severed tendons healed, and his aura quickly grew, his Foundation Establishnt cultivation turning into a Nascent Soul in a flash.
Nascent Soul is the starting point for a Yin Official, regardless of previous cultivation, or lack thereof, Earth Officials could elevate one to the Nascent Soul level.
After all, Nascent Soul is the embodint of the three souls and seven spirits; Ao Heng felt that with the underworld’s power, it was easy to elevate one’s Divine Soul to the Nascent Soul level.
The death row inmate opened his eyes, filled with shock, then imnse joy.
At his level, he didn’t understand what had happened—what the underworld was, what a Dao Fruit was, or what a Yin Official was.
But none of that mattered.
Now he had beco a Nascent Soul great power! He could break out and no longer await execution.
The death row inmate acted swiftly, breaking free of his shackles, triggering so kind of restraining alarm, a heavy bell sound resonated throughout the prison, carrying a soul-shocking power.
Most prisoners fell unconscious imdiately, those with cultivation barely hanging on, becoming groggy.
The death row inmate was no exception, the Dao Fruit’s empowernt was not omnipotent; being a Qi Cultivator, how could he understand the use of Nascent Soul power?
Outside the prison, the clattering of footsteps and the clamor of iron pieces clashing resounded.
Bam!
The rusty iron door was kicked open, and an Iron Knight wielding a sword and shield magical artifact stepped inside, his cultivation only at Qi Refinent, his sword falling on the inmate’s face.
The head fell to the ground, blood pooling everywhere.
“…”
Ao Heng was silent, quietly heading to find the next Earth Official.
Another prison, another death row inmate, this ti with Golden Core cultivation.
Only this ti, a higher cultivating law enforcer had taken charge.
The Taoist Soldiers under the True Martial Palace split into Patrol and Road Inspecting; the forr were nurous, low-cultivation cultivators, mostly in Qi Refinent, or even non-cultivators, used to maintain social order.
The latter were elite cultivators starting from Golden Core, used to suppress rebellions.
Most social order issues rarely involved marauding demons or evil cultivators. Most security issues could be dealt with, even by mortal soldiers with weapons, without requiring Qi Refinent cultivators.
Suddenly, a perception arose within him, directing his gaze in a certain direction.
From ti to ti transforming into birds, snakes, or even mosquitoes, Ao Heng swiftly reached another Human city within half a day.
Easily heading for the southwestern corner, as his observations showed that Human city layouts were mostly similar, with the prisons typically located in the southwest.
Using the star constellations of the position to lay specialized entrapping arrays.
Ao Heng, as usual, transford into a mosquito to enter the dark prison, finding over thirty individuals with fate diagrams suitable to be Earth Officials.
This was a tenth of his target in one go.
Excited, he landed on one’s head, the transford fly rubbing its forelegs eagerly.
Suddenly, a difficult-to-describe sense of crisis erged.
Whoosh!
A flash of cold light appeared from the shadows, a flying sword like a white rainbow shot straight at Ao Heng.
Ao Heng quickly transford into a small dragon, soaring up and darting out of the prison through a crack, but before he could escape far, the Sky Do was covered with dense arrays, invisible shackles pressing down like a mountain.
“Fellow Taoists, under the command of Yuqing Heavenly Venerate, please do not hold back.”
An elder swordsman, white-haired with an angular face and sharp eyes, stood in the air, raising a thousand flying swords like the Milky Way in the sky.
The Sword Control Sect, Daoist Demi Immortal, Bai Chuanze.
Following him, over ten True Monarchs of varying cultivation levels from the Human Race erged, along with a thousand Golden Core cultivators controlling flying swords.
In an instant, countless arrays converged, trapping Ao Heng in mid-air, unable to escape a hundred feet.
Ao Heng imdiately reverted to his True Dragon form, his thousand-foot-long body engulfed by countless flying swords and daoist skills, the light and sounds of the battle spreading for miles, attracting more cultivators.
Watching the excitent is human nature, especially in peaceful tis when the number of onlookers is greatest.
Ao Heng’s scales shattered, his dragon horns cut off, and even a hand was severed.
Decisively, he clutched the Dao Fruit in his mouth, using its divine skills to escape to the underworld.
The attacks from all sides stopped abruptly.
Bai Zechuan furrowed his brows, unable to understand the thods used by the Devil Dragon just now.
Could this be the rumored wonder of the Dao Fruit?
Recently, the upper echelon of the cultivation world received hints of a new treasure in the heavens and earth, sothing that could allow one to ascend instantly.
Its na: Dao Fruit.
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