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第五十七章 修魔者

Magic artifacts are spiritual artifacts, just that they are refined by cultivators of the Way of Evil. Cultivators of the Way of Evil are a branch of true cultivators.

Ordinary cultivators pursue immortality, but the path to cultivation is long and fraught with difficulties. To achieve anything, one must make efforts beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This is why an outstanding cultivator not only needs a spirit root but also perseverance and resilience. Spirit roots are innate; one cannot choose them. But perseverance is entirely up to oneself. While everyone wants to travel the path of cultivation further, few can endure the hardship and persist with it.

Many cultivators spend their lives in obscurity not because they lack talent but due to insufficient effort. Some sink into despair while others seek shortcuts.

It's well-known that cultivators pursue the Way of Heaven, emphasizing gradual progress and solid foundations. However, those who take shortcuts forge techniques that require minimal effort yet yield rapid advancements. In a short time, these techniques attract many cultivators.

This is how the earliest practitioners of the Way of Evil emerged!

However, not everyone was ensnared by them. Many wise individuals noticed that while the techniques of the practitioners of the Way of Evil showed immediate results, they also harbored numerous hidden dangers and flaws.

As their cultivation deepened, not only did progress slow down but also their minds became unstable, leading to the risk of going mad or succumbing to evil. Furthermore, most of these techniques were cruel and harmful, violating natural order. While true cultivators are not paragons of virtue—upholding the weak prey on the strong and treating ordinary people like ants—they are generally less inclined to kill for no reason.

But those who enjoy random killings among cultivators are rare; even when they do, it's usually driven by greed or some ulterior motive. However, practitioners of the Way of Evil differ. Long-term practice of deviant techniques can corrupt one's character, making them cruel and vicious.

Killing for pleasure, using human souls to refine magical treasures—such actions leave no room for hesitation.

While practitioners of the Way of Evil are notorious, true cultivators do not declare war on them. The heavenly realm is selfish; unless provoked, protecting the realm from evil is just a fairy tale meant for children.

Upon hearing the term "magic artifact," Lin Xuan recalled information about practitioners of the Way of Evil in his mind, feeling surprised. This Ye Tian had entered the valley at the same time as him, and his sect was a legitimate cultivation school. How could he be a practitioner of the Way of Evil?

After subduing the three with forbidden techniques, Ye Tian's expression became even more vicious. He sneered, "Brother disciples, blame only your bad luck. This hundred-souls banner I refined has already absorbed eighty-one ordinary human souls. But according to that damned book, for it to reach its full potential, it needs the spirits of three cultivators."

"Why us?" Song Hu shivered all over; he had heard about the practitioners of the Way of Evil's tales. Being drawn and used in soul refinement was far worse than falling into hell.

"Hmph, who made you weaker?" Ye Tian sneered. "If a few elite disciples were lost, the valley would certainly investigate. If they suspected me, I'd be in deep trouble!"

While true cultivators and practitioners of the Way of Evil are not sworn enemies, practicing forbidden techniques privately by sect members is still taboo. Moreover, using human souls to refine magic artifacts—Ye Tian was no fool; he had to be cautious.

The Song brothers and that tall youth were unimportant disciples, so their disappearance would not prompt a thorough search by the sect.

However, this was just one reason. Another reason Ye Tian did not reveal was his recent acquisition of a practitioner's technique. His magical power was insufficiently deep. The book clearly stated that stronger cultivator spirits would enhance the banner's power.

But in practice, he might fail if he tried to refine too powerful souls. To be safe, he chose three weaker low-rank disciples, ensuring both success and avoiding detection by his sect.

Lin Xuan hid among the bushes, maintaining a calm exterior but harboring murderous intent. Ye Tian had initially targeted him as the goal, but Lin Xuan had avoided the trap.

This was unforgivable. However, Lin Xuan would not act now; he would wait for an opportunity later.

Even though no real harm was done to him, his mindset meant that he would seek revenge whenever possible.

Lin Xuan made plans for the future while Ye Tian took out a small black banner from his pocket. Although this place was secluded, it was better to act quickly before any more accidents occurred. He refined their souls first.

The hundred-souls banner was only the size of a palm, but as soon as he pulled it out, Lin Xuan felt a heavy aura filled with resentment and horror.

In contrast, Ye Tian's face lit up in excitement; the more violent the atmosphere, the greater the power of the hundred-souls banner.

"Senior Brother, spare us. We promise not to say anything when we return."

"Yes, we'll help you capture Lin Xuan, that rootless boy, and a few low-rank disciples to refine this magic banner."

...

The three begged pitifully, their words filled with the utmost baseness.

Lin Xuan's face darkened; his last shred of mercy vanished. He silently reminded himself that in the cultivation world, survival of the fittest applied, and cultivators were selfish, enjoying at others' expense. From now on, he would never again show any sympathy, for it would only bring him harm.

With a sneer on his lips, Lin Xuan watched from the side; uninvolved, he remained aloof. From this day forward, Lin Xuan would no longer harbor notions of righteousness or evil but at least would not be soft-hearted anymore.

Otherwise, he might end up being bitten by those he saved. Lin Xuan was not foolish enough to act like Guo the Goatherd.

Lin Xuan would never be soft; Ye Tian certainly wouldn't be either. No matter how much they pleaded, it would not sway him. Let them go?

Foolish!

To capture more disciples?

That would be unnecessary!

Who knew if they would report him upon returning to their sect? Even if they kept their promise, he was unwilling to waste effort.

Using their souls to refine magic artifacts, Ye Tian raised the hundred-souls banner high...

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