I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Several sinister shadows shot toward Du Youqian, each tracing a different path at high speed.

The moment Cai Qikun made his move, many Core Formation Masters could no longer sit still and began communicating with each other using their Divine Sense.

"This... isn’t against the rules, is it?"

"Apparently not, as long as they belong to him."

"But... a single-use Tier Three Treasure? Isn’t that taking it too far?"

"It’s a bit much, but it’s not against the rules."

"We’ll have to put some restrictions on this for the Grand Competition a hundred years from now."

"Ahem... actually, I’ve heard similar things have happened in past Grand Competitions. Each time, there’s talk of rectifying it, but a hundred years later, it’s forgotten."

"Never mind. Let’s just see how that Yu Fei handles this."

Soul-Stabilizing Needles and Soul-Shattering Nails?

Treasure Level?

This was a set of Treasures specifically designed to attack the soul, and they were exceptionally vicious.

Never mind a direct hit; even a near miss from this set of Treasures could inflict massive damage on a Cultivator’s soul.

Furthermore, a hit would cause short-term effects like "dizziness" and "disorientation," stripping the victim of their ability to resist and leaving them utterly defenseless.

Du Youqian was also somewhat surprised that Cai Qikun could pull out a trump card of this caliber.

Frankly, this combination was powerful enough to deal with even a Core Formation Early Stage Cultivator.

But this was also Cai Qikun’s final, desperate struggle.

First, this type of Treasure should never be deployed openly; it was meant for sneak attacks.

Cai Qikun’s back was truly against the wall.

Moreover, activating a Treasure—even a single-use one—drained far more Magical Power than a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could easily handle.

Otherwise, why hadn’t Du Youqian forged a set of Treasures for himself?

As long as Du Youqian could deal with this move, Cai Qikun would be completely spent.

Du Youqian raised his hand, and an umbrella-shaped Defensive Spiritual Artifact shot out to meet the attack.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The valuable Defensive Spiritual Artifact actually self-destructed, weakening the momentum of the approaching Soul-Stabilizing Needles and Soul-Shattering Nails.

He then bent his back, and his Dharma Robe sloughed off, flying toward the Soul-Stabilizing Needles and Soul-Shattering Nails to bind them for a moment.

Meanwhile, Du Youqian rapidly activated his Red Blood Seven Transitions Technique, his power surging dramatically.

’Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!’

Cai Qikun’s heart sank. He once again raised his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, pouring all his strength into it to bolster his Divine Sense, which he then sent charging into Du Youqian’s sea of consciousness.

This was his last-ditch gamble: to engage in a perilous battle of Divine Sense in an attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

It was a desperate measure. By having his Divine Sense invade Du Youqian’s sea of consciousness, he was fighting an away game, putting him at a disadvantage from the start.

What’s more, he was already injured, whereas Du Youqian was in peak condition.

But even with only a one percent chance of success, Cai Qikun refused to give up!

Within Du Youqian’s sea of consciousness, all was as calm as a lake’s surface.

But the moment Cai Qikun’s Divine Sense charged in, thousands of strands of Sword Intent erupted from beneath the surface, their razor-sharp presence nearly shattering Cai Qikun’s soul.

He retreated decisively, but a large portion of his Divine Sense was still sliced away by the Sword Intent. It fell onto the lake’s surface, becoming nourishment to strengthen Du Youqian’s own Divine Sense.

In the outside world, blood trickled from Cai Qikun’s mouth and nose.

Empowered by the Red Blood Seven Transitions Technique, the Flying Sword carried the "Broken Water" Sword Intent—an intent that could sever all things. It instantly began to circle Cai Qikun, unleashing hundreds of slashes as it spun.

Not bothering to wipe away the blood, Cai Qikun frantically threw out one Defensive Spiritual Artifact after another, deploying all of his life-saving items, but it was all for naught.

After blocking more than thirty strikes, he could no longer keep up—his power drained from activating the Treasure and his Divine Sense grievously wounded. A single slash decapitated him.

The remaining dozens of slashes reduced his body to a pile of shredded meat.

"What a waste!" A True Successor Candidate beside the Life and Death Arena wrung their hands in dismay. "Such a fine corpse. He should have sold it to me."

As for Cai Qikun’s soul, Du Youqian did not let it go to waste.

Although the soul had been damaged by the counterattack from the Heart Lake Sword Technique, its essence was unharmed.

The moment the soul tried to flee, Du Youqian pulled out his Hundred Ghosts Banner. With a single flick, Cai Qikun’s soul was drawn obediently inside.

Cai Qikun’s master’s eyelid twitched furiously as he watched, but there was nothing he could do.

On the Life and Death Arena, once a person was dead, all their possessions naturally belonged to the victor.

This had been the rule of the Holy Blood Sect for tens of thousands of years, and even after this branch migrated to Momenan, it had not been broken in eight thousand years.

Cai Qikun’s soul was of fine quality.

Once it was converted into a Fierce Ghost, the Hundred Ghosts Banner would become significantly more powerful.

Ever since taking the Hundred Ghosts Banner from Liu Chixin’s corpse, Du Youqian had intended to give it to Gu Xiaofang, but Xiaofang would need to reach the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage to even barely control it.

And right now, Gu Xiaofang hadn’t even reached Foundation Establishment...

Du Youqian was also finding that the more he used the artifact, the more he liked it.

He even considered keeping it for his next life.

Glancing at the set of Soul-Stabilizing Needles and Soul-Shattering Nails, which were now zipping about aimlessly like headless flies without a master to guide them, Du Youqian accepted them without the slightest hesitation.

Although he had lost a Middle Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact and his Dharma Robe was severely damaged in the process, it was well worth it.

Then, the Jinhuan sword circled the arena once before flying back to Du Youqian, carrying Cai Qikun’s Storage Treasure Pouch, Hundred Ghosts Banner, and Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This Hundred Ghosts Banner and Ten Thousand Souls Banner were both of remarkably high quality; Du Youqian planned to use them to enhance his own corresponding artifacts.

With the addition of a little Flower Cyan Gang Jade, he estimated he could upgrade his own Hundred Ghosts Banner and Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the Quasi-Treasure Level.

’As for what’s inside the Storage Treasure Pouch, I’ll check it properly when I get back.’

By the time Du Youqian descended from the sky on his Flying Sword, the chunks of Cai Qikun’s body, mixed with his entrails, were just beginning to rain down onto the arena floor.

The Steward from the Bright Law Hall, wearing an expression as if someone owed him a hundred Spiritual Jades, grimly inspected the pieces of the corpse before coldly announcing, "Cai Qikun is dead. The winner of this round of Magical Combat: Yu Fei!"

Cao Yi, the master of the Bright Law Hall and a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, flew onto the Life and Death Arena with a broad smile. He first gave Du Youqian a respectful bow—he knew perfectly well that his own strength was inferior to even Cai Qikun’s. If he had to face Du Youqian in Magical Combat, death would be certain.

Besides, Du Youqian was destined to reach Core Formation, whereas he, despite having been at the Foundation Establishment Peak for decades, saw no hope of breaking through.

Du Youqian nodded slightly, returning the courtesy with a reserved air.

Cao Yi took no offense. On the contrary, he was pleased as he announced in a loud voice, "The Sect’s Grand Competition is now officially over! I hereby declare that the grand champion is... Inner Disciple Yu Fei!"

"Second place: Meng Xiao!"

"Third place: Nong Jiasong!"

Among the final four, the two defeated contestants, Cai Qikun and Wu Suping, were both dead.

As for why Nong Jiasong, a True Successor Candidate who hadn’t even reached the semifinals, was named third, it was because he had been eliminated by the champion, Du Youqian. He was thus considered the strongest competitor outside the final four.

The rewards for the top three finishers were exceptionally generous, far surpassing all others.

Nong Jiasong had lucked into a great fortune and was grinning from ear to ear.

Meng Xiao was also delighted; he now had plenty of resources to lavish on Xi Mengran.

’As for what I owe Du Youqian...’

’Is a debt to my lord truly a debt?’

’My very life belongs to him.’

Next came the announcement of the various rewards.

When it was time to announce Du Youqian’s reward, Cao Yi voluntarily descended from the arena, clearing the stage.

Supreme Elder Shi Shentong and Master Chun Xiao, Feng Xiaoyi, flew onto the Life and Death Arena together. With Feng Xiaoyi beaming and Shi Shentong giving him a look of encouragement, they jointly announced, "...In light of his outstanding performance in the Grand Competition, Yu Fei is hereby promoted to become a True Disciple of this generation!"

"May the young talents of our Sect look to Yu Fei as an example, advance with courage and diligence, and contend for the two remaining True Disciple positions of this generation."

Barring any unforeseen accidents, a True Disciple of the Holy Blood and Taihe Sects had a ninety percent chance of reaching Core Formation within a century.

Even if their own aptitude was slightly lacking, the Sect would exhaust all means to help them achieve their breakthrough.

Core Formation Secret Techniques, Core Formation Spiritual Objects, life-saving artifacts—even if a True Disciple lacked the Contribution Points to exchange for these, the Sect would allow them to acquire them on credit.

Furthermore, a True Disciple of the Holy Blood Sect could cultivate the Supreme Technique, the *Crimson Scripture of Profound Mystery and Spiritual Mechanism*; they could master the *Red Blood Seven Transitions Technique*, which could turn the tide in any magical combat; and they could also study the *Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture*.

They could also exchange for Treasures, or the materials to forge them, at exceptionally favorable prices.

If not for these incredible benefits, who would willingly participate in a competition with a near-certain chance of death just to vie for a True Disciple position?

Finally, Shi Shentong announced,

"All Inner and Outer Sect disciples below Core Formation, pay your respects to the new True Disciple!"

Du Youqian stood upon the Life and Death Arena, receiving the obeisance of a vast, dark sea of thousands upon thousands of Cultivators from the entire Sect.

His heart was as placid as water, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds without a single ripple.

’A True Disciple of the Holy Blood Sect?’

’It’s good. Very good.’

’But this is merely an insignificant waypoint on my path to immortality.’

’Countless greater sights still await me.’

Sensing Du Youqian’s calm state of mind, Shi Shentong smiled faintly.

’This young man’s future is limitless!’

~~~~~~~~~

After becoming a True Disciple, Du Youqian immediately sought out his master, Feng Xiaoyi. Through a combination of pestering and wheedling—ultimately culminating in giving her shoulder and leg massages for a solid month—he finally got enough Contribution Points from her to exchange for the *Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture* and entered secluded meditation to comprehend it.

Meng Xiao, for his part, went to the Great Compassion Temple to inquire about methods of utilizing Human Dao Fortune.

Fang Hua stood guard outside Du Youqian’s seclusion chamber, never straying a single step away.

This left Luo Jinyu and Gu Xiaofang swamped with work, busy sorting through the flood of people coming to pledge their allegiance to Du Youqian.

Before entering seclusion, Du Youqian had left one instruction: refuse no one, but make the rules clear and establish a strict evaluation system.

Poor aptitude didn’t matter, nor did low strength. As long as someone pledged allegiance and was willing to work diligently for him, a mighty True Disciple like himself could let enough resources slip through his fingers to ensure they were well-fed and could increase their strength.

As for character, integrity, or even loyalty—those were even less of a concern.

Trying to find a moral paragon in a Demon Sect?

You’d have to be completely insane.

You should thank your lucky stars if your subordinates weren’t thinking about stabbing you in the back all day.

Therefore, Du Youqian had only three conditions for recruitment: First, work diligently.

Second, work diligently.

And third, still fucking work diligently.

As long as someone was willing to work diligently, there were no restrictions on their Cultivation, Spirit Root, or background.

The contract they had to sign was also very generous: they simply had to swear an oath not to betray him during their period of service.

It was estimated that at least several hundred people would be willing to pledge allegiance under Du Youqian, including twenty or thirty Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

And just like that, the initial framework for Du Youqian’s personal faction was built.

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