Rise Of The Worm Sovereign

In the dark of night, the faint sounds of footsteps echoed in the desolate alley.

A man dressed in a cultivator's robes was walking on the path. His face was flushed red and the stench of wine could be smelled coming from his clothes. It was evident that the man was drunk, yet his steps were firm and did not look like they belonged to a drunk person.

This showed that the man was a cultivator and had not lost all inhibitions. The drunk man suddenly stopped as he heard something from the side.

"Who's there!" The man called out but received no answer.

Thinking that it must have been some random noise or a stray animal, he forgot about it and continued on his way. 

But then suddenly…

~Shing~

~Slick~

~Splatter~

The man found endless pain coursing through his body as he saw the tip of a spear coming out of his chest. He tried to speak but was unable due to a certain force preventing him. He then found all his strength draining from his body.

His spirit qi and vital energy were rapidly being sapped and in less than ten seconds only a drained husk was left behind.

~Thud~

The drained corpse of the drunk man fell on the ground, kicking up some dust. But then a second later the corpse disappeared from the ground, and so did the blood that had been splattered on the ground.

Nobody would expect that somebody had died in this alley when the morning would come, as there were no traces of something like that left.

A figure moved in the darkness and soon disappeared into the depths.

***

Back at the courtyard which had been given to Shirong to rest, the Young Master was sitting on a cushion cross legged. He had a green crystal spear in his lap and was looking at it intently. There were interlocking spurs on each of the sections of the spear and then the sharp spear blade at the base of which two spikes extended.

The most eye catching part of the spear was the two red dots that glowed at the beast of the spear blade, just perpendicular to the two spikes.

"So it doesn't matter if it's my qi or someone else. But you want more than that don't you?" Shirong muttered as he gazed at the spear.

~Shine~

As if to answer his question, the spear glowed for a moment.

"Ahaha! So I'm right and you can understand me too… of course, what else could be expected of an immortal weapon." Shirong said.

Shirong then remembered the moment when he had attacked that drunk man. He felt how easy it was to pierce through the drunk man's chest. It was as if a flaming hot poker was being pierced through a slab of butter. It was simply marvelous.

But that was not the only thing that caught Shirong's attention. No! Rather what he felt after the spear had started absorbing the drunk man's spirit qi and vital energy. 

'It can give me spirit qi that it drains from its victims.' Shirong understood.

While the amount that it gave him was not that much, but the man that he had killed was barely at the early stage of the qi refining realm. Still, Shirong knew the implications of what the spear could do. Just by killing that man, Shirong had obtained twenty drops of liquid spirit qi. 

While this amount was quite small to him, the source that it came from was but a mere early stage qi refining realm cultivator that perhaps did not even have five hundred wisps of spirit qi in his dantian. When a cultivator started to refining their spirit qi wisps into liquid drops, the process was quite difficult.

Even if a single liquid spirit qi drop was only equivalent to ten wisps, when the actual refinement was done, the ratio was much more and could even get up to 1:100. Not all cultivators could actually refine exactly ten wisps of spirit qi into one drop of liquid.

They would almost always make losses, and it was only after they reached the core condensation realm that they would actually move in that aspect. Thus in the case of an early stage there was no way that one could even refine a single drop of it, even after expending all of their spirit qi.

Shirong could only imagine how much the spear could give him if he killed stronger cultivators or beasts.

"Hmm, hunting beasts would be the better choice, killing cultivators randomly would only bring misfortune to me unless I'm able to hide it well. Still, in a small city like this perhaps killing ten cultivators may go unnoticed, but a hundred will deficiently be grounds for investigation." Shirong muttered to himself.

While Shirong was thinking this, Lin Wu was rejoicing internally. He couldn't really show anything physically as he was not in the spatial storage ring, but in his mind, he was jumping around.

"YES! The plan worked! Now I got this guy working just as I want." Lin Wu said out loud in his mind.

All the things that Shirong had done till now were directed by Lin Wu. He was the one who had been speaking in his mind and telling him what he wanted. But it was Shirong who went ahead and murdered a man without a single bit of hesitation.

Lin Wu was shocked a bit at that time but soon got to absorbing all he could from the dead man. Because Lin Wu could not eat the corpse, he had to use a different method. This was the same method the system had used back when he had newly arrived in the world and had absorbed the Rock trampler boar and the cultivator that was hunting it.

Lin Wu had inquired the system whether he could use that method and why the system had not used it again after that.

The answer he received for the question was rather simple, it was inefficient.