Befriending The Most Powerful Person

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Arc 4: Cultivation

The crowd was in shock for a moment, “Lord Demon Venerable ¹, what did you say?”

“Did I hear wrong?” “How is that possible? We've always been loyal to the Lord Demon Venerable, how could we... for such a thing…”

These people couldn't believe what Sī Wúyuè had said. After all, although they were demon cultivators, their way of thinking was quite normal, and they couldn't understand Sī Wúyuè's insane thoughts.

However, Sī Wúyuè acted directly.

The people closest to him suddenly froze, and in the next instant, their bodies burst open, turning into countless blood mists.

After witnessing the gruesome death of their comrades, the others suddenly realized that the Lord of Demons, despite his immense strength, was completely unsuitable for this position... because he was clearly a madman!

Although they admired the powerful, their own lives were the most important.

Realizing this, the crowd began to flee. After witnessing Sī Wúyuè's strength, no one was foolish enough to confront him. It was suicidal, and the only way out was to escape.

But Sī Wúyuè had already anticipated this. Suddenly, the surrounding formation changed, revealing its true power.

Gathering spirits was just the superficial effect of this formation. In reality, it separated this place from the outside world, and after absorbing the power of those Nascent Soul cultivators, the formation had become extremely powerful, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to escape.

What followed was one-sided slaughter.

Countless blood-red hands reached out from the ground, and the captured cultivators were instantly annihilated. They didn't even have a chance to scream before meeting their demise, and all their power was absorbed into the formation on the platform.

During all of this, Sī Wúyuè remained seated as if nothing unusual was happening.

Even Shào Cí couldn't bear to watch and said, "Have you become soft-hearted?"

Shào Cí replied, "No, I just feel quite nauseous."

Sī Wúyuè reassured, "It's okay. Once the ritual is complete, you'll forget about these unpleasant things."

Shào Cí asked, "Are you going to erase my memories?"

Indeed, they were like brothers, always so fond of making people lose their memories.

"Roughly the same,²" Sī Wúyuè sighed, "I didn't want this either, after all, it's not just these memories... even the things that happened between us would be forgotten."

Shào Cí: "..." Forgetting everything that happened between him and Sī Wúyuè would be a good thing!

"But when the time comes, I'll tell you everything, so don't worry," Sī Wúyuè smiled.

Shào Cí: "!" Is there really no one to stop Sī Wúyuè? If he tries to play the memory loss card again, he can't take it.

As most of the cultivators died, a red formation pattern appeared on the platform, growing brighter as it absorbed the surrounding blood.

Shào Cí also didn't know if it was a world-building convention or the author couldn't come up with another setup, but this scene reminded him of the time Líng Wàngchén woke up.

Living in the world of cultivation as a supporting character was truly pitiful...

Soon, there were no living people in this area, and the ground was entirely stained with blood, but there were no corpses, only various dismembered body parts.