With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 62: Blood Sacrifice

Jiang Ming turned his head to look and found a handsome young man, but her way of disguising as a man was too poor in Jiang Ming’s eyes.

Jiang Ming examined carefully, then said, "You’re not from around here."

The person was slightly taken aback, and looked at Jiang Ming with a hint of surprise.

"Very good, at least you’re not a burden."

"What are you playing here?"

"Playing, what’s that?" Instead of directly stating what he was probing and guessing, Jiang Ming directly questioned.

"Playing is naturally the rules of the sinister... do you not even know this? Forget it..."

"The sinister, one of the Four Great Evils, the most bizarre evil."

"I see your cultivation is not weak; didn’t your master ever tell you?"

Jiang Ming shook his head.

He looked at the person in front of him disguised as a man, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

The power on this person was not merely Qi-Blood, or rather, not only Qi-Blood.

He also saw from this that the person was not part of the sinister, as Bai Liu told him, ordinary evils could not possibly possess the masculine power of the Human Race like Qi-Blood.

This person is likely the legendary Immortal Master.

The guardian power of the Great Lii—Immortal Master—but as for this system, Jiang Ming still does not know.

His obvious identity was just a newly joined Night Watcher and he had not stepped into this realm yet.

"Zhenghong City, Zhu Li, I don’t know, sir..."

"Just call me Zhu Chen."

Zhu Li could still see Jiang Ming’s caution, but did not delve deeper, merely said, "To meet an Immortal Master from outside the city in this small Evergreen City must be my luck."

"Although I don’t know why you are unaware of these common senses, I’ll briefly explain."

"The sinister all have rules, including many, like the Faceless Host outside Anchang City seventy years ago, you needed to evoke expressions from it, otherwise you’d lose your features like it did, suffocate and die."

"Or like the Blue Fire Bird Group six years ago, where anyone wearing red clothes was instantly turned to ash where they passed."

"The simplest and most common sinister is like now, a particular scenario has become sinister, and we are required to play roles to participate in the scenario’s plot."

"It might be a repeating roadside temple monster-eating plot or a battlefield plot of a certain day. The sinister power has engraved the so-called ’plot’."

"The sinister power is the most unsolvable; now this ’plot sinister’ level is relatively low, perhaps not lethal to us Immortal Masters, but can trap us here until we die!"

Jiang Ming suddenly interrupted.

"Trapped means... a cycle?"

"Yes! The plot repeats continually."

As Zhu Li just said this, he saw a strange, excited expression appear on the face of the strange young man before him.

Zhu Li stepped back slightly, showing a hint of vigilance.

Could it be that with the cycle, Jiang Ming could exploit it to repeatedly obtain that so-called Hundred-year-old Clam Pearl?

That would be nearly thirty Spirit Points.

"The plot is an unchanging cycle?"

"Yes, including all those disgusting horrors within, although we wouldn’t fear these like mortals, continuously and unchangeably receiving these could break our spirit, long enough and there is a risk of demonic possession."

"Alright, I’ve said so much; I believe you now understand the seriousness of the situation."

"Tell me, what are you playing; I’m playing a Martial Artist of the Anx Yi Martial Arts Hall at the Martial Arts Hall Master level."

"I’m playing... probably someone from the City Lord’s Mansion."

"City Lord’s Mansion? It seems the role is that of a Foreign Affairs Envoy..."

Foreign Affairs Envoy is the City Lord’s Mansion’s official power on the surface. The Martial Artists driven by the City Lord’s Mansion hold these identities, yet Chaofeng Pavilion is more advanced with a higher threshold.

"Wait, you mean, if you are trapped by the sinister, not following their rules means being trapped forever, including anyone?"

"Of course not, with enough strength, one can break free, and even some experts can forcefully destroy these sinister places temporarily, ensuring they won’t stir up for a hundred years."

"Of course, the essence of sinister is indestructible, no matter how strong one is, they can’t completely eliminate the sinister..."

"The number of sinister places in the world will only increase..."

As Zhu Li spoke, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ming, however, was sizing her up and continued questioning, "What’s your current cultivation, what abilities do you have?"

"Naturally, like you, early-stage Heart Lamp? Can’t you feel it? What does the early-stage Heart Lamp have? Don’t expect me to be a master."

"But it’s a pity, if I could cultivate to late-stage Heart Lamp, perhaps I could find a breakthrough to leave this damned place directly."

"Young hero, why not give me all your resources? If we can’t get out, helping me reach late-stage Heart Lamp is also a good way?" Zhu Li’s face dimmed slightly, not as effortlessly playful as his words.

Which Immortal Master in this world doesn’t know that cultivation is impossible within the sinister domain?

Jiang Ming nodded, choosing not to say more.

Then Zhu Li recounted the plot before them temporarily.

The disappearance of the Hong Mansion is quite mysterious, and although Zhu Li seemed to have investigated in advance, there were no records.

Zhu Li was on his third cycle; she simply shared all she knew.

The woman hanged and eviscerated now is the twenty-third concubine of Master Hong.

Jiang Ming watched the woman’s bleeding umbilical cord, Zhu Li’s voice continued in his ears.

"Patriarch Hong became obsessed and actually sacrificed to those Evil Gods and Spirit Monsters."

"So long as he sacrificed forty-nine children of his own bloodline, the fiftieth child would possess unparalleled talent."

"By then, not to mention martial cultivation, even becoming an Immortal Master would be easy."

"Patriarch Hong’s desire to revive the clan led to this tragedy."

Just as Zhu Li finished speaking.

The surrounding scene changed.

In a dim room, several figures placed blood-covered, obviously innate-deficient infants on a platform.

A snapping sound, the infants turned to blood pulp, the blood pulp trickling down, pooling into an eerie Liul jade cup, the blood color exceptionally demonic.

"And sacrificing children, besides the eighth month in the womb, requires them to reach the age of eight to be effective."

The scene shifted again.

An eight-year-old child with pigtails, still holding a little pinwheel, looked around in confusion, being pushed forward by blurry figures from behind.

The child did not see the huge iron plate hanging overhead, nor did he see the trembling rope beside, nor the blood-red stones on the ground, and the Liul jade cup placed aside.