Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

Chapter 121: Orthodox Marketplace

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Zhang Chen extended his hand indifferently and placed it on the temple master’s head.

“No!” The temple master widened his eyes and tried to struggle.

He recognized that this was the action of using the Soul Searching Technique.

He could face death calmly, but he couldn’t accept his memories and secrets being taken away by others.

Facing the temple master’s gaze, Zhang Chen remained unmoved, and used his spiritual connection to cast the Soul Searching Technique!

As he used the Soul Searching Technique, many scenes appeared in Zhang Chen’s mind.

The scenes started from when he was a child with memories, playing carefreely every day. As he grew up, he began to develop feelings for the girl next door he grew up with.

When he went to participate in the Silver Moon Sect’s disciple recruitment ceremony, he promised the girl that he would marry her after becoming an immortal. The girl readily agreed.

After becoming a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect, he came into contact with another magical world and also met many beautiful senior sisters and junior sisters.

Gradually, he forgot about the girl and the promise he made, and fell in love with a senior sister.

Time flew by, and decades passed. When he went out to slay demons, he thought of the girl next door that he used to love while passing through his hometown.

After inquiring about her, he found out that the neighbor girl had died of old age and had never married. She had been waiting for him.

Everyone said that there was an old woman with white hair who walked slowly to the village every day, looking towards the direction of the Silver Moon Sect, muttering to herself.

If someone were to ask her who she was waiting for, she would say, “I am waiting for my husband.”

If asked who her husband was, she would answer with a happy and longing expression, ‘My husband is an immortal. I know that one day, he will appear in a situation where everyone is watching, wearing golden armor and riding on a seven-colored auspicious cloud to come and marry me!”

And this was also the sentence she said before she died.

After hearing this, he remained motionless and silent for a long time.

He forgot the promise, but she did not forget and waited for him for a lifetime.

Because of a promise, he delayed a woman’s entire life.

He felt guilty and regretful, leaving behind a knot in his heart. His state of mind could not be whole, so he could not break through the Foundation Establishment stage and was always trapped at the ninth level of Qi

Refinement.

Zhang Chen did not care about these things.

What he cared about was the process of cultivating the Dao technique in his memory and the environment of the Silver Moon Sect.

Due to the modification device, the memories that Zhang Chen obtained through the Soul Searching Technique were like watching a first-person perspective movie.

Others, on the other hand, would immerse themselves in it, as if they had experienced it personally. If their willpower was not firm, it would lead to memory confusion and they would not be able to distinguish between their own memories and others’ memories.

The temple master’s memory of a hundred years was very long, but in his consciousness, time passed very quickly. Only 15 minutes had passed in the outside world.

“Bang!”

Zhang Chen loosened his grip, and the temple master fell to the ground.

The temple master was only in the Qi Refinement Stage and had not yet mastered advanced spells, so he was of little value to Zhang Chen.

Instead, the internal situation of the Silver Moon Sect and its location in the city were more valuable to him.

From the temple master’s memories of his fall, the environment in the righteous path was indeed good, with respectful teachers and fellow disciples, and little scheming and plotting.

At least that was what it seemed on the surface.

Some of the masters even risked their lives and cultivation to save their disciples.

Looking at the lifeless master on the ground, Zhang Chen frowned.

It was only through the master’s memories that Zhang Chen learned that every disciple of the Silver Moon Sect had left a “life lamp” in the sect. Once they

died, the lamp would go out, and the last thing they saw before they died would be transmitted back to the sect.

In other words, the Silver Moon Sect already knew of the master’s death and would soon send someone to investigate.

Fortunately, he had changed his appearance with the Formless Demon Scripture, and except for the Blood God’s followers, he had not exposed anything.

“It seems that I need to quickly purchase the necessary materials and leave the Silver Moon Sect’s territory.”

After speaking, Zhang Chen turned into a blood light and flew towards the marketplace.

The temple master’s blood had already been drained, and his cultivation was low. Zhang Chen had no interest in his corpse and was also afraid that the Silver Moon Sect would have some means of tracking their disciples.

In a hall of the Silver Moon Sect, numerous bronze lamps were arranged in an orderly and intricate manner. The flames swayed constantly, creating a mysterious and sacred atmosphere.

Just then, one of the lamps suddenly went out.

One of the disciples responsible for guarding the lamps sensed it and looked up, his face changing: “Quick, inform the elders, a life lamp has gone out!” “I’ll go right away!” Another person hurriedly ran out of the hall.

“I wonder which senior brother has died again.” The Silver Moon Sect disciple guarding the lamps was full of sadness.

Not long after, a beam of moonlight shone into the hall and transformed into a handsome young man.

“Greetings, Elder.” The Silver Moon Sect disciple guarding the lamps immediately bowed.

“Hmm.” The man nodded and waved his hand, taking the extinguished bronze lamp into his grasp.

Then, he threw the lamp oil into the air.

The lamp oil did not fall to the ground. Instead, it floated in the air and condensed into a mirror.

The mirror showed the scene that the temple master saw before he left.

Zhang Chen’s expression was cold as he grabbed the temple master’s head. Behind him, many Blood God Sons circled, looking like devils.

The handsome man frowned. “The Blood God Sect? Is the Blood God Sect still unwilling to give up?”

Three days later, four direct disciples of the Silver Moon Sect arrived at the Silver Moon Temple outside of Kang City.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the four direct disciples of the Silver

Moon Sect were filled with indignation. “The demonic cultivators of the Blood

God Sect deserve to die!”

“Junior Brother, don’t worry. We will definitely avenge you!”

“Let’s bury Junior Brother’s corpse first. At night, we’ll use the Moon Mirror Technique to find the demonic cultivator of the Blood God Sect.”

On the other side, Zhang Chen had also arrived at the nearest market of the Silver Moon Sect.

At this time, he had changed his appearance again and his body now exuded the unique aura of the Silver Moon Sect.

Having obtained the memories of the temple master, he naturally knew the cultivation techniques of the Silver Moon Sect. So, he absorbed the aura of a Silver Moon Sect Bone Slave and disguised himself as a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect.

In the marketplace of the Silver Moon Sect, having the identity of a Silver Moon Sect disciple could bring a lot of convenience.

Zhang Chen walked into a shop and the shopkeeper immediately greeted him, “What materials do you need, fellow Daoist?”

“Do you have any hundred-year-old grudges for sale?”

To cast the Great Grudge Curse, nine types of grudges were required as materials.

Unborn Grudge: The grudge produced when a cultivator died in the mother’s womb before being born.

Unraised Grudge: The intense grudge generated when one was abandoned by one’s parents.

The grudge of being killed, and so on…

Those that could last for a hundred years without dissipating were all extremely intense grudges.

The shopkeeper was a little troubled. “Grudges are demonic sect materials. Our orthodox sects have no use for them, so we don’t have any in stock.” “Sorry to bother you.” Zhang Chen arched his hands and left.

“Take care, Fellow Daoist.”

If Zhang Chen did not have the aura of the Silver Moon Sect on him, the shopkeeper might have reported to the Silver Moon Sect that a demonic cultivator had entered the market.

Zhang Chen asked several shops in a row but could not find any hundred-year-old grudge for sale. He had to change his target and look for them from itinerant cultivators. for a while

After walking around for a while, Zhang Chen arrived at a stall.

The reason he chose this stall was that there were several magical instruments used by demonic cultivators on display..