My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 627: Chapter 141: Blood Pact

"Wu Qian of the Tianling Wu Family, to the platform!"

The Divinity Transformation Cultivator lifted his eyelids slightly. Capture Techniques were also common in the Central Continent. Such Techniques mostly relied on purely suppressing someone with Magical Power. Cultivators often used their superior Cultivation to deal with opponents weaker than themselves.

But the Capture Technique Yang Jing used was completely different. His Cultivation was a full Tier higher than the two combatants, and he was watching from up close. He could tell at a glance that Yang Jing wasn’t using much Magical Power. If this were an ordinary Capture Technique, it likely couldn’t even subdue a single Golden Core Cultivator.

This Capture Technique contained the Five Elements Principle of Yin and Yang, as well as the Gang Qi of a Body Cultivator. It was already equivalent to a top-tier Divine Prohibition, which explained its miraculous effect.

As the next name was called out, an elderly man with only an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation flew shakily onto the Sword Fighting Platform.

With his Cultivation, he was an absolute authority in his family, his word was law and his followers were numerous. Even outside his clan, he was a man of the highest standing. But now, on the Magic Battle Platform, he realized he was no different from a fish on a chopping block.

Wu Qian was far weaker than even Zhang Yu, who had died on the platform earlier. Facing Yang Jing, a man who could kill Zhang Yu with a single strike, wasn’t he just serving himself up on a platter?

The Cultivators watching from below the platform were in an uproar. Seeing a great figure they could normally only look up to being killed like a stray dog on the roadside—how could their blood not boil with excitement?

"I surr—!"

Wu Qian had only gotten a word out when a clap of thunder suddenly boomed.

He felt a sudden chill on his neck and realized a longsword, gleaming with cold light, was already resting against it, forcing the rest of his sentence back down his throat.

The sword was so swift that among all the spectators present, only a handful had seen it clearly.

Most of the Cultivators only felt that the sword was incredibly fast, but all Sword Cultivators’ Flying Swords were just as fast, so they couldn’t tell the difference.

Only some knowledgeable High Tier Cultivators recognized the profound meaning behind this strike and couldn’t help but look at the Western Continent’s Noble Families with pity. They had assumed the difference in Power between the two sides was vast and that the Noble Families of the Western Continent would surely win. They never expected that while the difference in Power was indeed vast, it was the complete opposite of what they’d thought.

"That’s Instant Sword Technique!"

The Cultivators from the Western Continent’s Noble Families all had legacies and inheritances. Naturally, they weren’t like the ignorant mob and immediately recognized the legendary Instant Sword Technique. A chill went down their spines. One of them couldn’t help but shout:

"Yang Jing! We are all people of the Western Continent! Why must you be so merciless and try to slaughter us all? Wu Qian has cultivated painstakingly for thirteen hundred years to achieve his current Cultivation!"

Yang Jing sneered and looked at the one who had shouted.

"So now you remember you’re from the Western Continent? It seems this Flying Sword of mine is quite the Miracle Elixir, capable of even restoring memories. Since you’ve spoken up for him, I’ll spare his life."

As soon as he spoke, the deathly pale face of Wu Qian was suddenly flushed with color again. The man who had shouted also turned beet red, seeing that Yang Jing had given him so much face.

Only the onlookers booed in unison, extremely dissatisfied.

"Yang Jing, with all your incredible techniques, I never thought you’d be so gutless!"

Someone, emboldened by being hidden in the crowd, even cursed loudly.

Yang Jing’s expression didn’t change.

"A life for a life is all. When it’s your turn on the platform, I will kill you!"

The moment he said this, the color drained from the face of the self-satisfied man at an astonishing speed. He had never expected Yang Jing to be so unreasonable.

Seeing this, the crowd below erupted in jeering laughter. They had come here precisely to see a river of blood.

Yang Jing looked at Wu Qian, who was still in front of him.

"I can spare your life, but while you may escape the death penalty, you cannot escape punishment. The Western Continent is in turmoil, and the Six Sects are currently in need of manpower. If you are willing to follow me to the Western Continent to fight against the Demon Court for a period of ten years, I will grant you your freedom afterward. Are you willing?"

The acupoints on Wu Qian’s throat were sealed by Sword Qi, rendering him speechless. He could only nod his head repeatedly.

Yang Jing didn’t make things too difficult for him. He withdrew his Flying Sword, took out a blood contract, and tossed it in front of him.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, how could Wu Qian dare to go back on his word? He gave the blood contract a cursory glance, squeezed out a drop of his Essence Blood, and signed his name.

Yang Jing nodded in satisfaction.

He could recruit Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Cultivators with Golden Core Pills and Nascent Soul Pills. However, trying to recruit Nascent Soul Cultivators with Elixirs was extremely costly. Most Nascent Soul Cultivators wouldn’t throw themselves onto a battlefield like the one between the Demon Court and the Six Sects—a veritable meat grinder—just for a few Pills that could advance their Cultivation.

These Cultivators from the Western Continent’s Noble Families had painstakingly cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm. It would indeed be a shame to just kill them with a single strike.

That was why Yang Jing had started by stunning the entire audience with the Innate Five Elements Qi Grand Capture and the Instant Sword Technique. After establishing his dominance, he would then use blood contracts to control them.

A single Nascent Soul Cultivator, no matter how much they might feign compliance, was worth at least ten Golden Core Cultivators.

Those Western Continent Cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm were all wily old foxes; how could they not see through Yang Jing’s intentions? But Yang Jing was using a blatant, open scheme. Even if they saw through it, so what? They were forced onto the Sword Fighting Platform, couldn’t defeat Yang Jing, and could only obediently sign the blood contract.

Even if they were used as cannon fodder, as Nascent Soul Cultivators, they would still have at least a seventy to eighty percent chance of survival on the battlefield. If they stayed on the Sword Fighting Platform, they would be killed instantly.

Sure enough, the next several Nascent Soul Cultivators who went onto the Sword Fighting Platform obediently signed Yang Jing’s blood contract, trading ten years of service for their lives.

After signing the blood contract, one of them broke down and began to wail. After a single trip to the Sword Fighting Platform, not only was his entire family fortune confiscated as military funds, but he had also lost his own freedom. He would have been better off returning to the Western Continent to join the war from the start. At least then he would have had his autonomy, and his family’s assets, accumulated over ten thousand years, would have been safe.

But what was the point of regretting it now? It was far too late.

Some Nascent Soul Cultivators also tried to be clever. As soon as they got on the Sword Fighting Platform, they raised their Defensive Magical Treasures and tried to surrender immediately.

Naturally, Yang Jing wouldn’t give them the chance to succeed, lest others try to imitate them and cause the morale of those who had already signed the blood contracts to waver. He directly achieved Man and Sword as One, then executed a horizontal slash with his Instant Sword Technique.

This was practically Yang Jing’s strongest attack at his current level.

Under such Swordsmanship, even a Tier Four Defensive Magical Treasure was sliced apart as easily as paper. The Nascent Soul Cultivator hiding inside only had time to utter half a word before he was killed outright.

Even the Nascent Soul within his Dantian was instantly obliterated by the biting Sword Gang.

The lower half of the slain man’s body even remained standing on the Sword Fighting Platform as his crimson spiritual blood pooled on the ground.

The crowd below had grown bored of the monotonous routine: get on stage, be subdued, sign a blood contract. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought they were attending a pledge ceremony for a western expedition.

It wasn’t until Yang Jing suddenly struck a ruthless blow and cut a man down that some excitement returned to the proceedings.

The Low Tier Cultivators were just there for the spectacle, but there were also Nascent Soul Cultivators from the major powers present. Without exception, their faces grew grim. They realized that they, too, would be absolutely unable to block that sword strike.

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