Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Li Zhirui didn't respond to the other party; instead, he changed the spell in his hand, and suddenly the wind rose and clouds surged, dark clouds looming over the city, as a downpour enveloped an area for several miles around.

The moisture was pervasive, and the temperature dropped sharply. Many evil cultivators shivered continuously from the cold, unable to continue casting spells to slaughter the cultivators, although by now, there were not many of those cultivators left alive.

Suddenly, the sound of several Magic Artifacts puncturing flesh could be heard, and Fengsui turned around in a hurry to see that the wounds on those corpses were penetrated by ice blades, thrusting out from inside the bodies!

His face changed immediately, and he shouted out, "Don't touch the rainwater; it will infiltrate your body and then kill you!"

Unfortunately, Fengsui's warning was too late, and the rain came so suddenly that the majority of evil cultivators didn't react in time and were thoroughly drenched, looking extremely miserable.

Hearing this, they could only use their Divine Sense to probe their bodies and then discovered that there were clusters of light ink-colored vapor inside their bodies, emitting the breath of Profound Ice.

The evil cultivators, realizing they were on a path of certain death, became frenzied, attempting to take as many lives with them as possible, while others remained silent, as if they had anticipated this ending and quietly waited to die at the side.

Li Zhirui had no interest in these minions; he wanted to try to capture this Golden Core evil cultivator alive to see if he could extract some news from his mouth.

With this thought in mind, Li Zhirui's actions became merciless. With a swing of his hand, a cold wind from the north blew past. The rain continued unceasingly, but the raindrops that hit the ground quickly froze into Profound Ice.

With just this one move, it was unknown how many evil cultivators perished, and Fengsui was trapped within a tower constructed of Profound Ice.

Fengsui's face was extremely gloomy. Although he didn't know what this Spell was, he knew that if he couldn't escape the ice tower's constraints, he would be slaughtered at the enemy's will, so he continuously struck at one point, aiming to escape as quickly as possible.

But he soon discovered that the ice tower had the ability to self-repair, and to his disbelief, his attacks were not as fast as the ice tower's repair rate.

"The Demon Cultivators behind you, where do they come from? What is their purpose in Myriad Thunder State?" Li Zhirui's voice was cold and detached, as if he were an aloof celestial deity, his divine presence imposing as he inquired.

It was impossible for the evil cultivators to expand so quietly under the eyes of Shen Leishan without a powerful backer.

And by assuming such a posture, Li Zhirui aimed to further suppress the evil cultivator's state of mind, crush his will, and obtain more insider information.

As evil cultivators, they were notoriously weak-willed. Moreover, the extreme cold in the ice tower that seeped into the marrow slowly pulling people toward death didn't take long until Fengsui was crying and yelling, spilling all he knew.

But Li Zhirui didn't gain any valuable intelligence, as Fengsui was a Golden Core evil cultivator whose cultivation was forcibly elevated later on, which meant his status among the evil cultivators wasn't very high.

All Fengsui knew was that they were instructed to collect large quantities of flesh and blood and hand them over to a Demon Cultivator referred to as the Great Elder. Beyond that, he had no other contact with the rest of the Demon Cultivators.

As for the evil cultivators, since they only had single-line contact, he knew only about the part under his command, which amounted to around a hundred people, but nothing about the others.

And even this knowledge came only after his cultivation was forcibly enhanced; before that, he knew even less.

"Is that all you have?" Li Zhirui's words barely concealed his disappointment as he said, "It seems you are no longer necessary to keep alive."

Fengsui shivered all over, terrified that he might be killed then and there; frantically, he dredged up new information from his mind and hurriedly said, "There's one more thing! Some time ago, a few gray-clothed Demon Cultivators arrived presenting a frighteningly powerful aura, even stronger than that of the Great Elder, and moreover, the Great Elder addressed them as 'Senior Brothers'."

"Gray-clothed Demon Cultivators?" Li Zhirui furrowed his brows in deep thought, flipping through his memories and unable to recall any faction of the Demonic Tao that used gray clothing as their garb—it seemed likely that they had disguised themselves.

Setting this matter aside for the moment, he asked another question, "How does their strength compare to mine?"

As he spoke, he dropped the concealment, releasing his full oppressive aura.

"This..." Fengsui was utterly stupefied, aware of how terrifying the other's strength was, he wouldn't dare provoke Li Zhirui!

It was a pity that he came to know all this too late and had to pay a painful price.

"The leader among them should be slightly stronger than you, and there are several others who are comparable to you—they are just at the Middle Golden Core Stage."

Li Zhirui's eyelids twitched. He had confidence in his own abilities and rarely met any match, at least at the Middle Golden Core Stage.

And yet, according to Fengsui, several such individuals had appeared all at once!

This left Li Zhirui feeling somewhat defeated, but not discouraged. At the same time, he realized even more keenly the vast gap that existed between the Li family and those major powers.

'Is the reason for Shen Leishan's consecutive retreats because they learned of the existence of these Demon Cultivators and sought to lure them out?' Li Zhirui's brows knit in contemplation, but what he didn't know was that his speculated direction was not even on the correct path!

Fortunately, he also felt that this guess was rather implausible. After all, Demon Cultivators weren't fools—how could they not see through such an obvious ploy of 'luring the enemy deeper'?

"Take out the Magic Artifact you use for collecting flesh and blood and show it to me." Li Zhirui wanted to deduce the Demonic Tao faction behind this group of evil cultivators through it.

Fengsui obediently took out a Small Black Gourd, and as soon as it appeared, Li Zhirui snatched it away.

Then to his surprise, he discovered that the Black Gourd bore the emblem of the Dark Abyss Sect—a small, pitch-black sphere.

"Dark Abyss Sect?" But for some reason, Li Zhirui felt it unreliable.

He had learned about the Dark Abyss Sect and had a general impression of them. Within his limited understanding, Li Zhirui knew that the Dark Abyss Sect, unlike most other factions of the Demonic Tao, did not have a high demand for flesh and blood since they cultivated the Dark Abyss Force, the so-called Yin Evil. There was no need to collect so much flesh and blood, as the advancement of their cultivation was not greatly related to it.

"Please show magnanimity, sir, and spare me! As long as my life is preserved, I'll do anything you ask." Seeing that Li Zhirui remained silent for too long, Fengsui cried out in panic.

Although the idea of taking a Golden Core as a servant was a pleasing thought, the premise was that the captive was a cultivator, not a Demon Cultivator, and even less so an evil cultivator of even lower status.

Therefore Li Zhirui remained unmoved by Fengsui's words and instead intensified the cold with a spell, preparing to make his move to deal with him.