Starting With 100 Million Lives-Chapter 601 Spirit of Death

"What kind of person is Young Master Lei?"

"And what kind of person are you?"

"Can you even compare?"

The Divine Hall Steward cursed as he reached to grab Brother Cheng, wanting to throw him out.

Meanwhile, Lei Gao stared at Brother Cheng with indifference, eyes full of disdain.

"Where did this idiot come from?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"I don't want to see him when I come out."

He meant to cancel Jiang Cheng's opportunity for the Spirit Attachment.

The Guard Captain immediately nodded and fawned, "No problem!"

Then he pointed towards the door, looking at Brother Cheng.

"Alright, you can leave now!"

Brother Cheng grinned, showing his white teeth, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Turns out not having to line up is no issue, truly wasted my time."

If he had known he could cut in line, why be so well-behaved?

Before others could react, he stretched a hand straight at Lei Gao's nape.

In his presence, Lei Gao had absolutely no power to resist.

He felt his whole body go soft, unable to muster any strength, as he was forcibly lifted off the ground.

This scene nearly drove the onlookers crazy.

The accompanying steward shouted angrily, "You, what are you doing?"

"Let go of Young Master Lei!"

"How dare you..."

Brother Cheng couldn't be bothered with them, and with a wave of his hand, he flung Lei Gao out of the door.

Bang!

The door shattered into pieces.

Crash!

Lei Gao rolled several times on the ground, covered in dirt, with an unknown number of broken bones.

Sect Leader Jiang couldn't be bothered with this minor accomplishment; he strode into the Descent Spirit Platform to start his own Spirit Attachment Ceremony.

What about what happens after? With his power, does he need to worry?

Everyone inside wore a dazed expression.

Scared out of their wits.

What just happened?

The dignified Young Master Lei was 'hit' and injured?

His grandfather is the Wood Spirit Hall Master!

For a moment, everyone was scared witless, not even knowing what to do next.

And at that moment, Lei Gao's cries of agony finally came through.

"Ah… pain, it hurts so much!"

This young man who was cold and domineering just moments ago now lay on the ground screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"Kill him!"

"I want him dead!"

"Aaaah, he must die..."

The shrill cries pierced the air, echoing far away.

The guards in the Divine Hall were panicked, as the steward and guard captain inside finally reacted.

"Quick! Lock this place down!"

"Send someone to inform the Wood Spirit Hall Master immediately!"

"No one is allowed to escape!"

"Quick, treat Young Master Lei!"

A series of chaotic orders were issued, indicating the magnitude of this affair.

Squad after squad of Divine Hall guards arrived.

They locked down the area, surrounding the Spirit Attachment Hall in an impenetrable blockade.

Bystanders outside were kept away, as if a great battle was about to break out.

Inside, He Lin and other cultivators participating in the Spirit Attachment were scared out of their wits, not daring to utter a sound.

And shortly after, an earth-shattering roar was heard from afar.

"Who harmed my grandson!"

The Wood Spirit Hall Master had arrived.

In an instant, the air around the Spirit Attachment Hall grew cold.

Several stewards scrambled to greet him.

"Greetings, Wood Spirit Hall Master!"

With a whoosh, guards knelt all over the ground.

All were frozen in fear, as the steward accompanying barely began to speak, "Reportedly by a rootless Hermit Cultivator..."

Smack!

The Wood Spirit Hall Master delivered a slap.

Striking the steward dizzy, crashing through several hall walls, collapsing among debris.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Despite you accompanying, letting a Mortal Profound Realm Ninth Layer harm my grandson?"

The injured steward didn't dare protest, frantically bowing his head, "It's my fault for insufficient protection, I deserve to die!"

"Grandfather, avenge me, grandfather!"

Lei Gao's pig-like cries continued, more fervent than before.

"I want him dead, his entire family dead!"

The Wood Spirit Hall Master coldly glanced at the still-activated Descent Spirit Platform, eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Unfortunately, like the Soul Gathering Pool, once opened, it must wait until the person inside finishes to end.

There's no way to stop it midway.

Otherwise, he'd have acted on the spot.

Though silent now, everyone knew, the person who just entered was finished.

Of all the people to offend, why choose Lei Gao?

Even worse, he dared injure Lei Gao, truly tempting fate...

Brother Cheng, who had already entered, couldn't care less about the outside.

He was busy attending to important matters.

The spirit attachment process isn't simple, the first step is to choose the attribute.

Gazing at the various powers rippling within the array, he chose 'Spirit of Death' without hesitation.

This process is somewhat like selecting the rule set before entering the Rule Gate.

By choosing Spirit of Death, he marked that his future Profound Power attribute would be Power of Death.

"Why choose this?"

Cang Ling was somewhat surprised.

In the Immortal Realm, the Rule of Death is indeed a powerful upper-rank rule, but few choose it.

Cultivating the Power of Death often requires making oneself half-dead.

Those constantly dealing with it are from the Netherworld: Ghost Cultivators, Corpse Cultivators, Nether Cultivators, the atmosphere always gloomy, leaving an uncomfortable impression.

"Choosing this is for an extra layer of security!"

Previously, during a brief encounter with the Shadow Race in the Seventh Layer, because there was no Rule of Death, Brother Cheng not only couldn't kill them, he struggled to die himself.

Had it not been for the Ruins Realm aura he had, he would've been overturned.

Now choosing the Power of Death has a simple purpose—carrying a mini version of the Heart of Rule of Death.

Once he perfects this Power of Death, in future, anywhere, even in places without the Rule of Death, he can forcibly kill others.

Of course, if he loses, he will also face death.

But isn't that exactly what he desires?

"So cryptic as always."

Cang Ling naturally couldn't guess his inexplicable planning.

And having picked the Power of Death, Brother Cheng smoothly inscribed a Profound Pattern of the Spirit of Death onto the center of his Profound Essence.

Once the Profound Pattern formed, it signified his advance to the Extreme Profound Realm.

The exquisite pattern was small, emanating a faint gray light.

Just a glance made one feel uncomfortable, as though being pulled into an abyss.

Sect Leader Jiang was quite satisfied.

This is the best match for his system!

This process took him a full half hour, then he absorbed the Profound Spirit in the Descent Spirit Array to nourish the newly acquired Spirit of Death.

Activating the Supreme Profound Divine Refining Scripture, the Profound Pattern of Spirit of Death in the Profound Essence shone brightly.

A shadowy gray light unexpectedly separated from the Profound Essence, emerging outside!

Faint gray mist swirled around, causing the surrounding aura to become decayed and fallen.

The Profound Spirit, like countless stars nearby, seemed to hear a call.

As if swept into a storm.

They rapidly gathered towards the Spirit of Death.

Once the first converged, the pattern on the Spirit of Death flashed, as though coated in a new layer of luster, gaining an even deeper mystical significance.

Soon, this process couldn't be halted anymore.