Chapter 1199: Chapter 933: I Am the Law
"Young friend, next time you throw people my way, could you give a heads-up?" The old man complained with a mournful face, muttering under his breath, "I was just dozing off when suddenly two live people dropped down, scared me half to death!"
Jiang Yuan asked, bewildered, "You’re that timid?"
"Because I’m nervous! I help you deceive the Creator God every few days. I’m just afraid that if I’m caught, and a powerful Divine Envoy is sent over and you’re not around, I’m doomed, right?"
Currently, as a friendly partner, its living conditions were already quite decent.
It had specially picked a smaller instance realm where the pollution aura wasn’t as severe, making the scenery much better in comparison.
Mountains, water, and several small courtyards, and the old man chose the best one to live in. Every day there’s no worry about food or drink, he could stroll around when bored, other than being a bit dull, everything was fine.
So, it particularly cherished this wonderful life, afraid of any unexpected events disrupting it.
"I’ve told you many times, there’s comprehensive protection here. Unless you open the Protection Array, the Creator God’s weak Divine Envoys can’t even get in." Jiang Yuan laughed, "Just stay here with peace of mind, no need for communication. Any minor disturbances are under my control."
For the Nth time assured, the old man’s heart finally settled. He moved forward to inspect the immobilized twins in the net and asked with a cheeky grin, "What did these two young lads do to offend you? Shall I start discussing philosophy with them now?"
In fact, it had never done the business of polluting cultivators.
It only knew that being peculiar granted such a capability. As to how long it would take to successfully pollute, that required multiple trials to summarize experience.
However, it wasn’t afraid. Firstly, it knew the power of the same net from long captivity in it—cultivators with no mobility were like meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of itself; secondly, as long as the opponent had no Purification Ability, no matter how high their Realm was, they’d eventually be polluted and mutated into a similar kind.
By then, with Jiang’s invincible Divine Artifact striking a few times, they’d lose their lives.
"They didn’t really offend me, but these two are Evil Cultivators." Jiang Yuan first searched their bodies, after Yun Shu took the Storage Bag away, they had nothing else hidden. Only then did he tear off one of the Immobilization Talismans, "Let’s play a game: I’ll ask, you answer, let’s see who between you and your brother answers better."
Discovering himself in a polluted environment with no Spiritual Energy to absorb, the younger brother Tian Kuo, already panicked, nodded hurriedly upon realizing he could move and talk, "Please go ahead, senior! I will speak without reservation and not hold anything back!"
"What exactly did you call that red-robed cultivator for, and what kind of Evil Technique did you use? I’m curious about this control ability, does it always work?"
"Not really. You know both my brother and I are Alchemists, so our combat ability isn’t strong." Tian Kuo, small-hearted and afraid of offending the other to an untimely demise, explained patiently, "Originally, we followed our master to learn the Alchemy Technique and sold Elixirs, life was okay.
But it’s costly to gather the herbs needed for a Pill Formula, and Alchemy is very talent-intensive—one slip and not only the effort is wasted but even the capital invested is wiped out.
Moreover, with our low Realm, the Elixirs we could refine were limited, and the Spirit Stones earned had to cover daily needs, leading to occasional financial strain.
Our master was renowned; the Elixirs he refined were excellent with a high success rate, naturally wealthier than us. But he often said we had already graduated, and was unwilling to give us even a single Spirit Stone. We, living in the largest and most prosperous city, envied rich cultivators’ lavish lifestyle and resented the master’s heartlessness, thus fell into the evil path.
Other cultivators, falling into evil ways, gain significant strength. As Alchemists, no matter how we improve, we’re not fit for brawling, so we sought another path, trading Elixirs for a Puppet Technique.
By having the chosen ’puppet’ swallow the Puppet Pill, refined through Evil Technique, we could secretly manipulate their thoughts and guide them to do what we wanted.
Simultaneously, the Puppet Pill would emit an undetectable force from their body, influencing those around. The higher the Puppet Pill’s Level, the greater the influence, even invading the sea of consciousness for control, and vice versa.
We refined a Second Grade Puppet Pill, which doesn’t significantly affect the surroundings.
To ensure control, we repeatedly hinted to the person named Qian that others were out to harm him. Once this notion became deeply ingrained, for self-protection, he would naturally form alliances without us doing much, and he’d be well protected. Moreover, just giving him a notion, instead of an actual command, made it more natural and concealed, avoiding detection from others.
The person named Qian, once our puppet, would feel vaguely threatened by others as the Puppet Pill’s power spread from his body, and thus would unite strongly.
Yet, due to worries about being used by others, even allies could not be trusted completely, giving us more room for manipulation and safety. Consequently, after acquiring resources, we stayed hidden, needing no direct involvement. They’d go to act as villains and then share the spoils with us..."
The old man was dumbfounded, his face full of shock, asking, "Is that possible? Then how about in the past? If you could find a chance to make High Realm cultivators or wealthy cultivators swallow a Puppet Pill, wouldn’t you ascend smoothly with no worries?"
Tian Kuo shook his head with a mournful face, "It’s not that easy! Cultivators slightly higher in Realm or wealthier wouldn’t dare casually consume Elixirs of unknown origin.
