Infinite Slaughter System: I Kill, Therefore I Ascend!-Chapter 229: The Infinite Slaughter Li Clan - End!
Li Ling played with Lingyi for a bit, tickling his daughter's nose to pass the time. Meanwhile, he finally checked the Infinite Slaughter System to see his current point pool after the tournament.
｢Infinite Slaughter System
Owner: Li Ling || Status: Healthy || Age: 21/650
Slaughter Points: 74,844
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Qi Cultivation Base: Core Formation Perfection (Cannot be upgraded.)
Qi Cultivation Technique: One Line Chaos Art
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Body Refinement Level: Golden Body Perfection (Cannot be upgraded.)
Body Refinement Technique: Blood Asura Descent
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Rules:
1. The Rule of Mountain Earth - Entry (100/1,000,000)
2. The Rule of Spiritual Void - Entry (0/1,000,000)
3. The Rule of Infinite Slaughter - Advanced (0/100,000,000)
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Daoist Arts:
4. Li Fire Golden Sun – Perfection (CLB)
5. Dharma Concealing Art – Perfection (CLB)
6. Dao Seeing Eye – Perfection (CLB)
7. Heavenly Network – Entry (0/5000)
8. Dharma Sense Control – Perfection (CLB)
9. Restoration Spell – Perfection (CLB)
10. Dharma Stripping Method – (CLB)
11. Yin-Yang Reversal Art – Perfection (CLB)
12. Star of Heaven's Fall – Perfection (CLB)
13. Dao Soldier Technique – Perfection (CLB)
14. Memory Archive Extraction – Perfection (CLB)
15. Blessed Augury – Perfection (CLB)
16. Tai Xu Mysterious Method – Expert (CLB)
17. Nine Heavens Pagoda – Level 3 (40%) (Cannot be upgraded)
18. Chaos Barrier – Entry (0/5000)
19. Lance God Canon – Level 3 (Cannot be upgraded)
20. Body Morphing Spell – Perfection (Cannot be upgraded)
21. Asura Blood Body – Perfection (Cannot be upgraded)
22. Limitless Blood Plunder Art – Entry (Cannot be upgraded)
23. Sleeve Universe – Perfection (CLB)
24. White and Black Impermanence – Entry (0/30,000)｣
Indeed, he didn't get much because he only managed to kill three people during the tournament. First was Shi Feng, whom he disassembled while alive; second was Lin Yan, whom he slaughtered while killing his loved one before him; and finally there was that idiot Wang Feng, whom he stomped to death.
Each one was at the peak of the third realm in both body and qi cultivation, so they had been worth 2000 Slaughter Points each. It was minor grub compared to the numbers Li Ling could currently pull with his level of power, but many a mickle makes a muckle, or whatever.
And honestly, Li Ling had always believed that the world only truly respected outcomes, but even he had to admit, when the annual tournament ended and Ming Yue pointed at him like he was selecting a piece of cabbage on a roadside stall and not his future disciple, there was a certain weight to it that even "outcomes" couldn't fully capture.
Yes, he had won the entire thing and even slaughtered a few of his competitors, but in the end, the Sect Master of the Six Paths Demon Sect had actually taken him in as his fifth personal disciple, granting him a Daoist title that would follow him everywhere like a second name.
The name "Demon Emperor" would be used in all matters concerning him, both formal and informal, and it was likely that his actual name, "Li Ling," would fade into obscurity.
And while that all sounded amazing and life-changing, the infuriating thing was that his dog-like "master," Ming Yue, had simply… moved on!
Heck, it was almost as if once the declaration of discipleship was made, the fellow had already filed Li Ling away as "secured" and farted off to do whatever it was that sect masters usually did.
In this case, it was Ming Yue having to "entertain" the guests of the Seven Sins Sect who came over, treating them with all the necessary dignity one must give a sister sect in the form of endless grandiose banquets, upper-layer-tier social exchanges, typical performative bonding, and the usual political theater of notable factions called "diplomacy."
And that had taken an entire month!
As for the tournament itself, it became a dull formality after his dramatic announcement. He was shooed away to stand among the competitors as the closing ceremony was handled, the arenas dispersed, and some lower-level festivities and celebrations commenced.
Apart from the early parts of the closing ceremony, Li Ling naturally didn't attend most of it. He did not put much stock into diplomacy and social standing, because these were things that were usually unkillable and survived a person after their death, and as a budding Slaughter God, he naturally despised things that couldn't be killed, even at a conceptual level.
As for why he was cooped up in this manor playing house with his newly formed clan, it wasn't that he didn't want to immediately head to the middle layer and receive the fourth-realm chapter of the Blood Asura Descent, but rather that he simply couldn't!
It was not because he lacked status, but because his "status" still hadn't fully been processed into reality!
Everyone else who qualified from the tournament had already moved into the middle layer as core disciples, taken up their new residences, been given the fourth-realm chapter of their respective paths, and gone through the official sect ascension ceremony.
Yet he, the winner of that tournament, still remained in the lower layer, waiting for his so-called "master" to actually summon him and induct him properly.
However, if there was one somewhat good thing about all of this, it was that in the span of this past month, Li Ling had seen practically everything about the pragmatic nature of the cultivation world.
If there was one thing he received constantly these days, it was house calls, and they came like an endless swarm of annoyances.
Almost every single clan, family, sect faction, and Tianmo Empire-related power had paid him a visit.
There had also been merchants with smiling eyes, a few cultivators who were "friends" of someone important, and even more cultivators who were enemies of someone important.
There was an endless stream of people who wanted to worship him, people who wanted to use him, and of course, people who wanted to chain him to their chariots.
But they didn't dare to visit using threats, because no one was that stupid at this point.
No, they came with promises, sacrifices, gifts, and especially… offers.
And oh, the kind of offers they made!
There were beauties of all shapes and sizes, personalities and demeanors, and even race and bloodline.
There were cultivation resources that ranged from righteous materials to the rarest demonic cultivation goods that were even rumored to be extinct or one of a kind.
They had promised wealth that was not just measured in spirit stones, but actual sect merits, enough that Li Ling could buy his way to the peak of the ninth realm and ascend tomorrow if he had enough Slaughter Points.
They had offered him premium territory with natural spirit milk rivers, top-grade spirit veins, and rich herbal gardens that could turn even the worst Qi Refinement sect into a mid-tier sect in weeks.
They had offered him status beyond just that of a mere fifth disciple of a Nihility Realm sect master, even the position of emperor of the Tianmo Empire not being out of the question!
They enticed him with prestige far beyond his wildest dreams, able to make his name known not just to every cultivator on the continent, but even random mortals in obscure villages would erect statues of him in worship.
The question wasn't what they threw at him, but rather what they hadn't thrown at him.
A good majority came with unwed daughters who smiled sweetly at him and promised their eternal devotion.
Others, more "thoughtful" fellows, came with handsome sons, just in case Li Ling might swing that way.
A select few came with things so "unique" that, were Andrew Han here, he wouldn't even be able to process it properly.
Li Ling had the "pleasure" to witness with his own eyes "trained" underage children who were offered up to him like livestock and spoken about in the same tone one would use for slaves.
Yes sir, there had been every temptation under heaven!
Whether legal, illegal, moral, immoral, he had been put in a position to indulge in it all.
Even the tough "protagonists" from the stories Li Ling used to read would have been whittled down by it, because some of these offers weren't just attractive, they were taboo.
They were the kind of darkness that only came from a world where strength was law and weakness was a sin.
But out of all of them, only two received anything resembling a positive answer.
The first was the Cao Clan.
They came as a full delegation, led by Cao Ling, flanked by Cao Tian, and with Cao Xian herself standing calmly at the front like the centerpiece of a transaction that had already been decided.
They didn't waste time, didn't flatter him excessively like the others, and certainly didn't pretend like they were somehow equals.
Rather, they simply bowed and stated the truth.
The Cao Clan wanted to come under the Infinite Slaughter Li Clan, and they were offering Cao Xian to him as a woman to use as he pleased.
Li Ling had sized her up right there and then.
His verdict?
Yes, she was indeed beautiful, but not that beautiful, definitely not at the "main heroine" level like Ruyi or Ziyan.
In Li Ling's eyes, Cao Xian was the kind of beauty the deuteragonist married at the end of the story, not the type the protagonist added into his active harem.
So he told them plainly that should he go through with it, she would get no official title nor any sort of acknowledgment as a wife.
She sure as hell also wasn't getting a place in his clan's inner circle or as part of the officially recorded lineage. The best she'd ever be was slightly above a random fling and slightly below a mistress.
Her children, if she produced any, would count under a separate branch at best and be illegitimate bastards at worst.
And the thing that truly impressed Li Ling… was that Cao Xian still agreed!
Oh, you could be sure that the prideful young lady was miffed. After all, she was a generational talent that even Ming Yue had casually acknowledged.
But still, she was someone who could see the bigger picture and swallow her grievances to accept what countless clans stronger than hers would sacrifice their entire vaults for.
Li Ling, watching Lingyi crawl around energetically, chuckled as he remembered that scene, because women like Bai Ruyi and Cao Xian—smart women—were useful not only as tools, but even more so as mothers, because as far as Li Ling knew, the intelligence of the mother usually took priority in trickling down to the offspring.
As for clueless types like Shen Ziyan—those women who didn't understand their place and couldn't measure themselves objectively—Li Ling found them exhausting.
After all, there were many like her in the cultivation world and almost an endless supply back on Earth.
If Shen Ziyan failed to adapt adequately, he would simply kill her, extract what was valuable about her to him—her sealed immortal physique—and find a way to plant it into someone else.
That thought came to him naturally now, and the fact that it came so naturally made him smile.
After the Cao fellows, the second notable visit had been from the Hu Clan.
Their rowdy bunch came led by Hu Wulei, and this time he brought a fully recovered Hu Lili, who was still wild-eyed and hungry to fight, wearing her airheaded confidence like it was her very essence.
As expected, their tone had been similar to the Cao Clan's, but their intent was, interestingly, very different.
That was because they didn't want to serve him, nor did they want to join his clan.
No, these tiger clan fellows from the Wild Beast Hall only wanted one thing, and that was for him to mate with Hu Lili and produce as many "cubs" as possible.
There were no titles needed for Hu Lili, nor any sappy romance needed, and definitely no status. If Li Ling were to describe it, these Hu Clan fellows spoke about it the way you'd picture beasts speaking about it if Nat Geo had a translation function for their documentaries.
And Li Ling naturally accepted, not because Hu Lili was "wife material"—she wasn't—but because the arrangement was useful to him.
He had already tested the Yin-Yang Reversal Art's genetic editing ability on Bai Ruyi, with a very successful experiment in terms of Lingyi's birth.
What he still needed to test further was the "mixing" effect that happened during pregnancy due to the mother being the natural incubator. Even if he edited the genes down to the last detail, they would still undergo some level of warping after mixing with the mother, and whether this dragged down the offspring or enhanced it was something he needed to learn more about.
Of course, that was a long-term thing. If he wanted to do this en masse, he could have accepted all the women thrown at him for lesser obligations, or even hosted a concubine recruiting party to take in thousands of beauties of all kinds.
The reason he specifically allowed Hu Lili onboard was because he could exploit her Divine Tiger bloodline and strong physique to produce strong offspring, likely even in litters, with shorter gestation than normal women due to the bestial aspect of her.
As for everyone else who made offers—some so taboo and tempting that Li Ling actually had to seclude himself to chant Buddhist sutras to clear his mind—they received lukewarm answers at best, vague acknowledgments usually, or silence if they offered him something truly outrageous he'd never even expected.
Some of them, if not for long-term thinking about what he would need after he entered the middle layer, would have been killed on the spot simply for wasting his time.
And then… the month came to pass.
Indeed, as we had just seen, Li Ling spent most days in his residence, playing with Lingyi while waiting for Ming Yue's call.
Even the thing with Shen Ziyan was exactly as Li Ling said, only done because he wanted to mess with her and not out of any particular calculation. Whether the Shen Clan was with her or not affected him not at all; he just wanted to see her agonize over it uselessly.
In this month, everyone else from the tournament who qualified had already moved into the middle layer as core disciples, and despite his "great" status, only he remained in limbo.
The irony amused him greatly.
Somehow, the sect could not delay the transfer of "ordinary" geniuses—compared to him—but they had delayed his actual discipleship ceremony and the official bestowment of his new title.
At times, Li Ling found himself so bored that he considered signing up for a war of annihilation again just to farm Slaughter Points properly.
Then, today at last, his Asura Blood Token pulsed!
A message came in, stating that Ming Yue, Sect Master of the Six Paths Demon Sect, was summoning him to the Six Paths Demon Sect's Ancestral Hall in the Upper Layer.
Li Ling snorted softly at this, then finally rose from his seat.
"Finally, about damn time!" he murmured, eyes narrowing with faint amusement.
