Dashing Student-Chapter 1267: Truly Worthless

Ever since he found out that none of those demon cultivators spoke the truth, Chen Nan felt more cautious at heart.

At this moment, he had completely concealed his figure and aura, so he passed before several demon cultivator scouts without being discovered. He very smoothly arrived at the demon cultivator camp.

Here was a medium-sized island, rather desolate with barely any buildings. However, the island was shrouded in demonic qi that surged to the sky, causing a thick layer of black clouds to gather overhead.

Chen Nan dared not release his divine sense freely; he could only explore the island and found that the number of demon cultivators here was quite few, numbering only around a dozen.

But another discovery on the island caused his spirits to rise; he found that there were captured Righteous Alliance cultivators totaling over a hundred men and women.

These people had their cultivation sealed and looked very weak; each of them had eyes like startled deer, frightened at every rustle of the wind and grass.

At this moment, a demon cultivator walked over with a cold smile, pointing to a cultivator: "You, you, you... all of you come out."

The pointed-at cultivators all wore fearful expressions, shrinking back with some trepidation, but the demon cultivator directly took out a whip, brutally striking one of them.

With a "snap," the whip landed on that person's body, immediately leaving a bloody scar as their cultivation was sealed, rendering them powerless to resist.

The dozen or so indicated people quickly came out from the crowd, moving to an open space ahead.

While Chen Nan wondered what exactly the demon cultivators were planning to do, he saw more blood-colored array flags appear in the demon cultivator's hand, which he casually flung to the edge of the open space.

Red array patterns had already been drawn on the ground, looking as if made from fresh blood. As the demon cultivator embedded numerous spirit stones into the nodes of the array patterns, an array formed.

The array emanated an evil aura, causing the faces of the dozen enveloped cultivators to fill with despair. Once activated, the array caused tremors in the cultivators inside.

Soon, blood-colored lines emerged from above the heads of these cultivators, converging in mid-air as their aura grew weak while the lines extracted their essence.

Chen Nan even saw with the naked eye how the bodies of these dozen people shriveled down.

"Is this... absorbing the cultivators' essence?"

As the essence was drawn from the body, one cultivator couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing to the ground, dying with eyes wide open, the clouded eyes seemingly revealing his unwillingness.

"Such worthless trash."

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, discontented, as a mass of black mist emerged from his palm, slowly revealing a black banner.

Chen Nan, having dealt with demon cultivators before, naturally recognized this banner as the notorious "Ten Thousand Souls Banner," commonly seen among demon cultivators.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner could absorb cultivators' divine souls, enslaving them for battle purposes. The more souls absorbed, the higher the banner's rank.

Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was fully extracted from the black mist, the demon cultivator grabbed it, stabbing it harshly into the ground. Subsequently, black mist rushed into the array, sweeping the corpse of the dead cultivator.

A semi-transparent figure was extracted from the corpse and incorporated into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The remaining cultivators in the array were nearly at their limits, wherein the demon cultivator halted, while the essence extracted coagulated into numerous blood-red elixir pills in mid-air.

This scene made Chen Nan clench his fists, no wonder so many desire to become demon cultivators, with alchemy so easy and spiritual artifacts continuously improving just by hunting cultivators.

Even with poor talent, one can become a formidable force by relying on various demon path methods.

The surviving cultivators looked lucky, glad they lived another day despite losing their essence.

Having become captives to the Demon Sect, the pride within their hearts had long been ground away, each now resembling livestock merely wanting to survive.

"Such useless trash, and only a few pills were refined. How am I supposed to report this?"

Swearing under his breath, the demon cultivator stepped forward, grabbing another corpse: "Hmm, better refined into a puppet."

Chen Nan's pupils shrank, heat surging in his heart, watching this brutal spectacle stoking an almost uncontrollable killing desire within.

Essence was refined into elixir pills, divine souls enslaved by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, even the corpse would be refined into a puppet. A cultivator's value was drained clean.

Just when Chen Nan thought it was over, the demon cultivator, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in one hand and dragging a corpse in another, approached the crowd, scanning them with his gaze stopping on a female cultivator.

The female cultivator appeared only in her teens, quite young, thin, weak, yet her good looks remained evident.

The demon cultivator revealed a lustful grin: "You're the one, serve me well and become my furnace, then you won't have to be a blood slave."

He then roughly seized the girl, hoisting her under his arm, leaving with a laugh, while the other cultivators remained numb, without response.

Here, they were no longer immortals, nor was anyone a prodigy; they were merely pitiful souls awaiting death.

Chen Nan observed the girl being taken away, her eyes filled with despair, tears streaming down her face, resembling his little disciple Zhong Ling back then.

At this moment, he knew he had to act.

"On the island, there are only seventeen cultivators, including one at the Golden Core Realm Fifth Layer, three at the Fourth Layer, and the rest below the Fourth Layer. Catching them by surprise shouldn't be a problem."

Chen Nan calculated secretly, quietly following along.

The cultivator refining blood pills was the island's sole Golden Core Realm Fifth Layer demon cultivator named Zhuo Ying, the camp's head, responsible for extracting essence to refine blood pills for the frontline.

He led the female cultivator to one of the few structures on the island, envied by the other demon cultivators encountered on the way.

"Boss, found another furnace? What happened to the last one?" one teased.

Zhuo Ying chuckled: "The previous furnace couldn't take much, died after a few days. With so many here, swapping one daily is no issue."

"You want one, pick for yourself."

Their words seemed to treat captured cultivators like cheap merchandise.

"Relax, Boss, we won't hold back; these immortals, aloft, looking down on us demon cultivators, should see our prowess."

Demon cultivators snickered lecherously, oblivious to the pair of killing-Intent filled eyes locked on them!