Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Divine Law, True Demon Heart Sutra

Let alone Chen Ansheng, a mere commoner, even if a Sovereign Immortal were to receive so much pain and memory in an instant, they might not be able to bear it.

If one cannot bear it, the outcome will naturally be grim.

Either one will suffer a mental breakdown, becoming raving mad.

Or one’s immortal soul will shatter, leading to an immediate death.

At this moment, Chen Ansheng was on the verge of shattering his immortal soul. He sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, sometimes screamed madly, and sometimes rolled on the ground in convulsions.

This pain was akin to being skinned alive, or worse.

Just then, a wave of inexplicable gray mist surged in his mind, and as the mist descended, the suffering from those memories gradually lessened.

Only then did Chen Ansheng regain some ability to think.

“The Cross-Boundary Stone! It’s the Cross-Boundary Stone that has released some power to protect my immortal soul!”

Chen Ansheng was overjoyed. The Cross-Boundary Stone was indeed impressive, possessing the ability to protect souls!

If it weren’t for this, he would have already been gone.

After about two hours, the tormenting negative emotions finally nearly disappeared.

“Good, very good.”

The cold and stern young man Zhu Feng could sense that Chen Ansheng still had a breath of life.

“You were able to endure my memories for two hours without dying, proving your extraordinary resilience and strong will, making you worthy to become my disciple.”

Chen Ansheng struggled to get up, his entire body drenched in sweat, and couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck your mother, you almost killed me. Which turtle bastard would want to be your disciple?”

Indeed, if it weren’t for the Cross-Boundary Stone protecting his soul, he would have been finished.

The real Zhu Feng had long since turned to ash, and the figure before him was merely a trace of unconscious thought that wouldn’t engage in dialogue with Chen Ansheng.

“I’ve devoted myself to seeking the path, drifting alone, never expecting that most of my life would be wasted in shadows. At the moment of crisis, I found enlightenment in the chaotic void and created the ‘True Demon Heart Sutra.’ Unfortunately, my immortal body is broken, and my immortal power is exhausted, making it impossible to achieve the supreme divine law.

“If you take me as your master, I will teach you this divine law and help you reach the peak.”

Zhu Feng said indifferently.

“Divine law? If there are benefits, then I will reluctantly accept becoming your disciple.”

Chen Ansheng’s mood calmed slightly as he knelt and bowed three times, “Master, please accept your disciple’s salute.”

After the formalities of becoming a disciple were completed, Zhu Feng’s remaining thought could feel it.

“Before I teach you the ‘True Demon Heart Sutra,’ take this Essence Spirit Pill. This pill will help you gain powerful mental strength, making your will and spirit even more resilient and less susceptible to external disturbances.”

As the words fell, a purple pill flew in front of Chen Ansheng.

“Essence Spirit Pill, sounds impressive just from the name.”

Chen Ansheng smacked his lips. He wasn’t afraid of dying after taking it; after all, if the other party really wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t have bothered with all of this.

As for the notion of seizing his body, that was absurd—the other party was not a remnant soul but merely a thought that could not think.

After taking the Essence Spirit Pill, the medicinal power rapidly spread within Chen Ansheng.

In no time, he felt invigorated, and his immortal awareness soared significantly.

The lingering painful memories in his heart due to the previous mental torment vanished as his mental power grew stronger.

“Indeed a treasure!” Chen Ansheng exclaimed.

Sensing Chen Ansheng’s surge in mental power, Zhu Feng proceeded with the next step he had planned, “Disciple, relax. I shall impart the ‘True Demon Heart Sutra’ to you now.”

Chen Ansheng complied, and a stream of memories immediately poured into his mind.

Due to the sufficient mental strength, this influx of memories didn’t cause Chen Ansheng any discomfort.

“Disciple, while imparting this technique to you, I have also planted a mark of hatred in your immortal soul’s sea of awareness. This is an unavoidable measure. As long as you diligently complete the nine tasks I assign to you, the mark will naturally fade, and by that time, you will have attained great power and be unmatched in the world.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ansheng quickly examined the memories in his mind.

In the memories, Zhu Feng asked him to complete nine tasks, one of which involved killing the Xuan Ku Emperor and avenging the woman who harmed him. The remaining tasks, as long as Chen Ansheng completed them step by step, would grant him enormous benefits. However, Zhu Feng did not specify what those benefits would be.

“There’s no mark of hatred here.”

Chen Ansheng checked repeatedly. At most, he now felt sympathy for Zhu Feng’s plight; he did not deliberately harbor hatred towards the Xuan Ku Emperor and that woman.

“So he wanted to plant the seeds of hatred in my mind, pursuing revenge for a lifetime. However, due to the Cross-Boundary Stone, he failed?”

Chen Ansheng speculated.

Doesn’t that mean he got an Essence Spirit Pill and a supreme technique for free?

“Master, after you pass, don’t worry about revenge. As for it, we’ll let fate decide. Of course, if you insist that your disciple avenges you, I vow… I will definitely sever my ties with you. Yes, just like that.”

With the person dead, what’s the point of revenge?

To make oneself an enemy of the Immortal Emperor and the ruler of the forbidden zone?

Life must be too long to seek such trouble!

Everything that needed to be explained remained in Chen Ansheng’s mind, and Zhu Feng’s wish for a disciple had been fulfilled. He dissipated along with this blood-red space.

Still, he was his master after all.

Chen Ansheng dug a hole on the spot and buried his darkened bones.

Then, Chen Ansheng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to examine the techniques left to him by Zhu Feng.

Aside from the “True Demon Heart Sutra,” there were also some ancillary arts remaining in Chen Ansheng’s sea of awareness.

For example, “Marking Technique.”

This technique was very simple; as long as one’s mental power was strong enough, it could be practiced and mastered. It was created by Zhu Feng when he first entered demonic cultivation.

Once perfected, one could plant three types of marks in the minds of those with weaker mental power:

The first type: Puppet Mark. Once successfully planted, the target becomes a puppet of the caster, obedient to their control.

The second type: Master-Servant Mark. Once successfully planted, the servant side will be permanently loyal to the caster. However, there’s a prerequisite: threats and temptations won’t work; the target must willingly become a servant for it to succeed.

The third type: Hatred Mark. Once successfully planted, the target will pursue the caster’s designated target relentlessly until one side is dead.

“Tsk, such a sinister technique.”

Chen Ansheng curled his lips. Such techniques would surely be scorned by righteous individuals.

But Chen Ansheng did not want to be a virtuous gentleman; he just wanted to live a carefree life.

“I’ll try it out with some unsuspecting targets when I go to other cultivation worlds.”

In addition to the Marking Technique, Chen Ansheng also obtained “Hidden Breath Technique,” “Swift Wind Technique,” “Immortal Physician’s Mysterious Scripture,” and other applicable techniques.

Chen Ansheng didn’t examine each one; he was preparing to experience the wonders of the “True Demon Heart Sutra.”

With a thought.

Zhu Feng’s cold figure manifested in Chen Ansheng’s sea of awareness, beginning the teaching of the first level of the True Demon Heart Sutra.

“To become a true demon, first cut the root of calamity…”

With the first line, Chen Ansheng was already confused.

“Master, what is the root of calamity?”

“Everything in the world has poison, with the poison of emotions being the worst. Among emotional poisons, the relationships between men and women rank first, therefore…”

Chen Ansheng rolled his eyes.

The so-called root of calamity referred to men’s tools of crime.

“What a broken technique; I’m not practicing it.”

Refusal!

Unhesitating refusal!

“Fuck, if those things are gone, what meaning is there in making money or being invincible?”

Chen Ansheng couldn’t help but curse. However, this was also good; not practicing his technique and not avenging him would leave him at ease.