Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 975: The Trap Unfolds

Chapter 975: The Trap Unfolds

"Aren’t they supposed to be searching for the tokens? How do they have time for games?"

"They captured a group of human cultivators and plan to make them fight each other. That way, they can get the tokens without lifting a finger."

"That’s clever, but do you think those human cultivators will actually do as the lord wishes and turn on each other?"

"Why wouldn’t they? Human cultivators are all hypocrites, they friendly outside but harboring grudges inside. The moment their own safety or interests are at stake, they’ll turn on each other instantly."

"This is going to be fun; how could I miss it? Quick, take me to watch!"

Two gray spirits floated carelessly in the air, chatting without a care.

A sudden flash of a blade came slicing through the air, instantly dispersing the last spirit that spoke. Its spirit form vanished, and a spirit bead clinked as it fell to the ground.

Before the remaining spirit had time to react and let out a scream, a foot pressed it firmly into the ground.

"Where have the other wandering Spirits gone?" Amalia demanded, though she couldn’t understand their conversation just moments ago. She had a hunch this spirit might know something.

The gray spirit trembled in fear, making gurgling sounds and shaking its head repeatedly, as if claiming it didn’t understand.

Without hesitation, Amalia raised her blade, ready to strike.

"Wait, wait! I’ll tell you!" The gray spirit, terrified, remembered how this human cultivator had swiftly killed its companion and realized she was serious about taking its life. It no longer dared to pretend ignorance.

"Speak." Amalia pointed the tip of her blade at the gray Spirit’s head, a cold killing intent emanating through the blade.

The gray Spirit quickly repeated the conversation it had just had with its companion.

"How many of these lords are there?" Amalia asked.

"There are ten in total. We’ve been ordered to seize the tokens from the human cultivators—the more, the better. But the humans are quite scattered, so gathering them in one place is difficult. That’s why all ten lords took action together and herded them into a side hall."

"Are these lords all at the Soul Formation stage?" Amalia speculated that only Soul Formation stage spirits could herd the human cultivators so effectively.

"Yes, that’s correct." The gray spirit nodded.

In the Immortal Palace, wandering Spirits weren’t subdivided into different levels; the Soul Formation stage was simply the Soul Formation stage. While Purple Spirits varied in strength, the differences weren’t particularly significant.

"And which sects do these human cultivators in the side hall belong to?"

The gray spirit hesitated for a moment.

Amalia’s blade pierced its form just slightly, nearly taking its life.

The gray Spirit, frightened, quickly replied, "I heard that they include disciples from the two biggest sects on the Mystic Void Continent."

The largest sects would be the Green Lotus Sect and the Eternal One Sect. She wondered which disciples from the Green Lotus Sect were trapped; surrounded by so many Soul Formation stage spirits, they were likely in grave danger, especially with potential internal conflicts.

"Where exactly is this side hall?" Amalia asked immediately.

The gray spirit trembled and pointed shakily in a direction.

Amalia ended its life with a single strike and then hurried toward the indicated location.

Along the way, she captured and questioned other wandering spirits, and after confirming that the gray spirit hadn’t lied, she felt assured.

The side hall was not difficult to locate; the increasing number of wandering spirits was a clear indication that she was getting closer.

The ten Purple Spirits were not actually gathered in one spot.

Although they were playing a game, their desire for the tokens hinted that an intense battle was bound to follow.

However, the Purple Spirits were not far from each other, so if a fight broke out in one place, the nearby Purple Spirits would likely rush over. Getting surrounded would be troublesome.

Amalia captured another wandering Spirit and dragged it to a corner, quickly extracting information about the situation inside. She finally learned the so-called game rules and how many disciples of the Green Lotus Sect were trapped in the side hall.

After killing the wandering Spirit, Amalia circled around the side hall where the Purple Spirits were stationed, investigating the surrounding area.

The most complex aspect of the Immortal Palace was its terrain. This palace was exceptionally large; around each main hall, there were numerous side halls, making for an intricate network of winding, interconnected passages.

The side hall where the Green Lotus Sect’s disciples were trapped was one of many, and it wasn’t far from the main palace.

A map of the palace quickly formed in Amalia’s mind. After reviewing it twice, she had an idea and promptly began executing her plan.

Moments later, using the breath-concealing function of her breath pearl, she avoided all the wandering spirits and arrived near the side hall where the human cultivators were trapped. She could hear sounds of fighting inside.

Amalia’s gaze darkened. Have they already started fighting? She didn’t need to guess; she already knew what was happening inside. Since the wandering spirits hadn’t intervened, it must be that the Eternal One Sect and other sects were teaming up against the Green Lotus Sect.

"What’s the situation inside?" In a nearby courtyard outside the side hall, a Purple Spirit with hands behind its back was questioning its subordinates.

"Reporting to you, my lord, the humans are fighting each other, and they’re all injured. The Green Lotus Sect’s disciples should soon reach their limit. The other two sects won’t come out unscathed even if they win. Ultimately, they’ll both suffer losses. You’re truly wise, my lord. This way, we’ll be able to get hundreds of tokens without any effort," its subordinate reported in a sinister tone, wearing a devious smile.

The Purple Spirit laughed maniacally, "Good. These humans in this generation are truly foolish, falling so easily into our trap."

Bang!

Seeing Jinhwa Hou suddenly go all out, Ilmyeong Yi felt a bit hesitant to continue the fight.

If Songji Yan wasn’t putting in effort, then he wouldn’t either.