Rearing Demons
Chapter 105: Young Prince of Welit

Chapter 105: Young Prince of Welit

Yur and the man walked into the alley. The stall owner stayed close, stepping ahead slightly as if wanting to protect Yur.

"Do you remember what those people looked like?" the stall owner asked.

"Not really. They attacked me suddenly. By the time I woke up, they were gone," Yur sighed, explaining.

"When did this happen?"

"Today, right before I entered the city," Yur replied.

"You heal fast, huh? Not a single scratch on you?" the man said, observing Yur carefully.

"I was lucky to be born with a body that heals quickly. Plus, they didn’t use lethal weapons," Yur shrugged casually.

"Still..." The man stared at Yur with doubt but chose not to comment further.

As Yur followed the man deeper into the alleyway, daylight still filtered through, but the walls were growing narrower around them.

"Where are you from?" the man suddenly asked.

"I don’t have a home. I’m a rogue cultivator," Yur replied briefly.

"What about your original place?" the stall owner continued, frequently glancing at Yur. Yur noticed one of the man’s hands clench into a fist, sensing a subtle excitement coming from him.

"It’s near Freau," Yur answered simply.

"Freau?" The man looked at Yur in shock. "How did the guards let you in? They discriminate heavily against those from Freau."

"Near Freau, not from there," Yur clarified. "That’s why they let me in."

"I see," the man nodded. "My name is Qiro. What’s yours?"

"Yur."

"I don’t think we’ll find anything here," Qiro said, shrugging. "Why don’t we turn around?"

"I can’t." Yur sighed deeply. "That coin is the last thing my mother left me. It’s precious."

"Young man, finding those guys is easier said than done." Qiro shook his head sympathetically. "The city is huge, with millions living here. They could be anywhere."

"I can keep searching." Yur insisted firmly. "I don’t want to take up more of your time."

Qiro stared at Yur and sighed. "Fine, there might be one way to search for it."

"How?" Yur’s eyes brightened with excitement.

"It’s a small trick I learned. A bit unorthodox." Qiro explained calmly, "I can locate residual essence left on the coin."

"Residual essence?" Yur tilted his head in curiosity.

"Yes. Using your blood, I can try to trace any essence lingering on it. Since you’re a cultivator, you’ve probably left some mark on the coin."

"Why my blood?" Doubt filled Yur’s eyes.

"Your blood carries your imprinted essence. It’s easier to find your belongings using it. Don’t worry, I only need a small amount." Qiro knelt down and pulled out a small piece of white chalk.

"Hm?" Yur watched him carefully, seeing something familiar take shape.

A ritual circle?

He was shocked. No one else should be able to make ritual circles—at least to his knowledge.

[This Ritual circle differs from Host’s!]

Although Zul said this, Yur noticed the Glythari around him almost dancing, seemingly excited by the ritual circle’s formation.

"Alright. If you drip a bit of your blood here, it’ll help locate the coin," Qiro smiled up at Yur.

"What is this?" Yur asked cautiously.

"It’s a tracker," Qiro explained. "It basically helps locate lost items."

"I don’t know. Seems suspicious." Yur examined the circle intently. His Eyes of Lingering Glyphs suddenly activated, revealing the true nature of the circle.

Rather than a simple circle, it resembled a mouth. What is that? The mouth appeared large and abyssal, with a disturbing tongue flicking within.

[Demon Prince detected!]

Zul, what would happen if I drop my blood here?

[The Demon Prince will attempt to convert Host into a servant! The Host’s position as Heir will be instantly detected! Advised not to drop any blood!]

Seeing this warning, Yur stopped channeling his eyes. "Qiro, are you a demonic cultivator?"

As soon as the words left Yur’s mouth, Qiro’s expression shifted dramatically, and he vanished, appearing directly behind Yur.

But Yur had anticipated this. Before Qiro could act, Yur spun around and clutched his throat tightly.

"Calm down," Yur’s voice resonated with cold anger. His hands transformed into claws as his body began to grow rapidly.

"What?!" Qiro felt the grip tighten around his neck, panic flashing in his eyes as Yur transformed into his Ashkavaal form. "A demon?!"

"What, you can work with demons, but seeing a real one scares you?" Yur loomed menacingly over Qiro. "Don’t make a sound." Seeing Qiro about to scream, Yur clamped his jaw shut forcefully, shattering many of his teeth.

"ARGH!" Qiro grunted in agony but quickly fell silent, too terrified to resist further.

"Now then," Yur glanced at the ritual circle. "Which Demon Prince do you serve?"

"Prishh... Iyopi..." Qiro spoke through a painful lisp.

"Who?" Yur pressed again.

"Iyopi..."

"Iyopi?" Yur shook his head, confused. "Whatever. How many demonic cultivators are in this city?"

"Jhush mee!" Qiro muttered through broken teeth.

"Don’t lie." Yur slammed him against the wall, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood. Yur’s eyes glowed bright red. "Tell me clearly, how many in the city?"

Qiro’s frightened eyes suddenly dulled, but Yur noticed the resistance deep inside him.

He can resist?

[The Demon Prince’s blood protects him!]

Hearing this, Yur frowned. So, I can’t use this ability easily?

Scratching his chin, Yur pondered.

Zul, I want to use him to find other demonic cultivators. What’s a good method?

[Processing...]

[Complete!]

[Host must drain him entirely of blood and replace it with his own.]

That would kill him, no? Draining someone’s entire blood supply was extremely risky.

[Host can create a Bahirath using Ashkavaal blood for immediate replenishment.]

That requires me to return first.

[The Demon Prince’s blood will cause failure! Impossible! The only methods are those previously stated or obtaining an intermediate ritual!]

Intermediate rituals were extremely powerful but also incredibly costly. Aside from the Sacrifice of a Hundred Demons, the other rituals he used for rank-ups were all intermediate level, which was why they were so challenging.

Looking at the trembling Qiro, Yur felt annoyed. This man was useless to him now. With a slight squeeze, Yur crushed his throat effortlessly.

"Useless."

He separated Qiro’s head from his body and tossed it aside, reverting to his human form and walking away, leaving the corpse behind.

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"So, this is it?" Yur finally arrived at a specific location.

He looked around, seeing a barren spot hidden by surrounding buildings, isolated from public view.

"Time to create the first ritual circle for the Rite of the Hollow." Yur moved to the center, transforming back into his Ashkavaal form and biting into his palm. Blood immediately poured out, forming a large ritual circle as the Glythari danced around him.

As he finished the circle, Yur sensed someone behind him.

"D-demon!" It was a young disciple who stared at Yur’s form in panic, immediately turning to flee.

"Tsk tsk." Shaking his head, Yur instantly appeared before him, gripping the disciple’s head. "To think you came all the way here..."

He crushed the disciple’s skull before he could speak, licking the blood from his fingers.

"How should I conceal this place?" Yur murmured, noticing the ritual circle was openly visible.

"Should I turn a few people into guards?" That seemed the best idea. Just as he had done with Olive and Quin, he could assign guards to watch the area.

As Yur considered this, several more disciples approached, wearing similar clothing to the disciple he’d killed.

"W-what?!" They saw their friend’s body and their faces paled instantly. "What happened?!"

"I don’t know, but I’m leaving!" One of the five rank-two disciples turned to flee but slammed into something strong and solid.

"Halt." Yur’s voice froze them in place. He stared at the group, nodding in satisfaction. "You’ll be perfect guards."

Lifting his hand, Yur swiftly drew the Ritual of Blood Binding on each of their faces, forcing them into blood cocoons against their will. With his current powers, anyone weaker than him—except for rare exceptions—could easily be subdued.

Watching the blood cocoons form, Yur returned to the ritual circle.

As he approached, someone finally appeared.

"I found this guy in one of the candy shops," Velmira said, carrying an unconscious young boy.

"This is?" Yur glanced at the chubby boy who looked no older than eleven.

"The youngest prince of Welit," Velmira explained, tossing him carelessly onto the ground.

"Perfect." Yur grabbed the prince by the throat and dragged him to the ritual circle’s center, laying him down with arms and legs spread wide.

Closing his eyes, Yur murmured a few words. Bloody chains formed from ritual lines, wrapping tightly around the prince’s limbs and neck.

"Rip!" Yur commanded. Instantly, the chains tightened, waking the prince with a scream.

"AH!" The screams lasted only seconds as the chains tore the prince’s body apart violently.

Yur watched indifferently.

"Success."

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