I Can Track Everything Chapter 208 - Secret Battle

Chapter 208 - Secret Battle

Hearing this explosive roar, a group of Dark Immortal Sect cultivators, whose wounds were deeply bandaged, were extremely startled.

The recovery abilities of the cultivators were much stronger than humans and they had already harmed themselves once, in order to prevent Yu Huo from finding out that their wounds were fresh.

"Lord, do you think there's something wrong with the pill?"

A cultivator whose arm was broken muttered incessantly while his expression turned sullen.

The person beside him shook his head and said, "There shouldn't be a problem with that. The Painkiller Elixir is truly effective. I had my leg amputated, but I didn't feel any pain at all."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement.

With the Painkiller Elixirs, they would go through painless and pressure-free injuries when harmed.

They would not worry about the severe disabilities and serious ailments that they encountered because they could just quickly recover through the healing powers of some spiritual medicines.

The only strange thing was that they seemed to have bled a lot today.

Of course, it was also their first time inflicting harm on themselves. Since they didn't have any experience with this matter, they might have inflicted severe injuries on themselves and lost an excessive amount of blood.

'Forget it, I'll rest and wait for the orders.'

While thinking about it, the cultivators leaned against the corner and dozed off.

...

In the dark room under the gloomy clouds...

The thin, wrinkly old man's face turned pale before turning red again. His complexion kept changing.

No one would believe it, but...

At this critical moment, he, an Essence Soul realm expert… Actually wanted to take a dump!

'Take a dump!

'How long has it been since I did that!?!'

However, the urge to take a dump was reminding him that he wasn't dreaming.

He had to admit that the effects of the Essence Soul Condensation Pill were indeed very impressive, as his mind was completely blank and devoid of messy thoughts. All he wanted was to take a dump...

"d.a.m.n it!" the thin old man cursed again softly under his breath.

At this moment, he was at the critical juncture of a breakthrough and he could not move an inch at all. Hence, he had no choice but to divide a part of his attention and commit to suppressing that urge to relieve nature's call.

However, every breakthrough of a diabolic cultivator would be full of danger. How could he possibly let himself get distracted and divide a portion of his attention to deal with it?

Yet the urge to take a dump was getting stronger and stronger, so he had no choice but to suppress it!

Seeing that the clouds had stopped rotating and seemed to be showing vague signs of backlash, the thin, old man's expressions began to change repeatedly, and a bold idea surfaced in his mind.

His expression eventually became completely calm once again.

Perhaps that was the calamity that he was destined to face.

From the first day he set foot on the diabolic path to become an Essence Soul realm powerhouse, he had experienced countless trials and tribulations.

He considered himself to be a man of great perseverance to have made it this far.

'How can a man of great perseverance be stumped by the urge to defecate!?'

"Why don't I just let go of everything..."

After murmuring to himself, the thin, old man soon appeared solemn.

Crack!

Chaotic sounds filled the air and he calmly defecated in his pants.

A sense of comfort immediately filled his entire body. Although the desire to defecate was incessant, the crackling sound also rang continuously. The offset allowed his breakthrough to remain unaffected.

A foul odor spread throughout the dark room.

The thin, old man's expression remained unchanged as he tried to move the gloomy clouds in the sky.

Soon, the gloomy clouds began to move again.

"As a diabolic cultivator, shouldn't this freedom and carefree life be what I pursue?"

Hearing the crackling sounds, the thin, old man comforted himself, feeling as if his state of mind had once again been raised to a higher level.

Sensing this, he could not help but sneer, 'Which shameless person tampered with the medicine and tried to disrupt my mind to make me slip into obsession?

'Just with this alone? You're belittling an Essence Soul realm powerhouse!'

"We Essence Soul realm experts have physical bodies made of flesh. Even if we defecate in our pants, we can only remain calm. Even if we have to eat..." the thin, old man muttered to himself.

At this moment, the Sect Master of the Dark Immortal Sect suddenly interrupted him by asking him a question out of concern.

"Lord! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

After replying, the thin, old man continued to drive the gloomy clouds and a powerful suction force immediately appeared around him, followed by a scene that was truly horrifying!

A large ma.s.s of filth and impurities rose up in the air, rotating around him and vaguely showing signs of entering his body!

"d.a.m.n it!" the thin, old man cursed again softly under his breath.

After cursing softly, the thin, old man's gaze flickered, and some spirit fire darted out to turn all the filth into ash. The odor of the air began to turn bizarre too.

Some of the unidentifiable dust began to converge with the thin, old man's body.

The thin old man subconsciously wanted to stop running the cloud, but he was now stuck in a spot because if he were to stop it, he would have to suffer inevitable backlash.

"Forget it... I'll just let it go..."

The thin, old man closed his eyes, tears rolling out from the corners of his eyes. He then tried his best to move the gloomy clouds and absorb all the strange things and smell in the air into his body.

However, compared to the sense of relief that he previously felt, he was now feeling extremely upset; even his face had turned pitch black!

"Nothing can stop me from forming the Dao!"

After roaring softly, the thin, old man completely gave up on himself as he suddenly opened both his eyes, which were full of a maniacal rage!

The crackling sounds were incessant, and the pungent odor once again appeared in the air, but before it could spread, it was swallowed up by him.

An Essence Soul realm powerhouse of great perseverance was just that terrifying!

At this moment, his face was suddenly flushed, and his heart was filled with a long-lost desire...

However, he had completely let go of it, and thus merely smiled calmly.

"Inferior method... It's just the cause of my worries. Since I've let it go, I've let it go."

After he said that, some spiritual energy flowed out, and the thin, old man's body and his desire vanished too.

Pain was considered nothing to diabolic cultivators like him because they had already gotten used to it long ago.

"What other means do you have?"

The thin, old man quietly decided to go against the person who had schemed against him. When he held the Essence Soul Condensation Pill in his hand, he felt peace, and thus knew that there was nothing wrong with the pill.

They would at most play around, but those things could be overcome with just some willpower.

Soon, his armpits began to itch again, and the feeling was so overwhelming that the old man broke his arm without uttering another word!

...

After a while, the old man was covered in blood, but his eyes were full of ruthlessness!

"That pill is not too big; it can't erase too many things. At most... There's one more round, I can win!"

He took a deep breath and regained his composure.

At this moment, a strange desire surged within him, seeming to have infiltrated the depths of his mind like a tsunami. Under the effects of the Essence Soul Condensation Pill, it seemed extraordinarily clear!

The thin, old man subconsciously wanted to castrate himself, only to realize that his member was long gone.

Afterwards, he finally realized...

He had been yearning desperately… For a man!

"Despicable villain!"

The thin, old man hit the roof and roared into the sky!

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into that man's trap!

That desire came from within his body and he had just castrated himself, so the balance in his body had been disrupted. With that desire overwhelming him, he couldn't resist it at all!

'Unless...'

The thin old man looked at his genitals, which had been severed from his body, his eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears.

'I used to think that you were just the useless root of all problems, but now that I've lost you, I finally realized that you're still an indispensable part of me...'

After that thought flashed past his mind, the thin, old man was soon consumed by a powerful sense of desire that made his eyes turn bloodshot. Coupled with a grief that felt greater than death, he finally went off the rails.

The cloud in the sky quickly turned chaotic and soon vanished completely.

Within the dark room, the cloud appeared and enveloped the old man while beams of red light flashed past. In an instant, he was sucked dry!

Woosh!

There was a m.u.f.fled sound!

The now dried-up old man collapsed to the ground. He was now on his very last breath and on the verge of dying.

Looking at the various bodies he had decapitated, his eyes were filled with resentment.

"I have… Underestimated how despicable you can be! Although I don't know who you are... I won't let you off, even after I become a ghost!"

After muttering softly, he struggled and took out a communication token, which he used to send a message. He then ended his sinful life.

...

Outside the dark room.

The Sect Master of the Dark Immortal Sect's expression changed drastically while a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind when he saw the gloomy cloud above his head vanish.

'Did... Lord fail to break through?'

With that thought, he walked towards the dark room in a bid to check on the situation of his lord.

He didn't know that there were two people standing tens of thousands of meters above him, watching everything coldly.

"It looks like there's no need for us to strike."

"The Saintess' new disciple does have some wonderful tricks up his sleeve. He's very much like how the Saintess used to be back then. Maybe he can be the true successor."

The other person shook his head at those words and said, "It's better not to make him the successor. Otherwise, our efforts will be wasted in vain."

They then looked at each other in silence, both noticing the bitterness in each other's expressions.

With a deep sigh, the two flew into the distance to carry out the real mission that they had to complete.

The recovery abilities of cultivators were much stronger than humans and they had already harmed themselves once in order to not let Yu Huo find out that their wounds were fresh.

"Lord, do you think there's something wrong with the pill?"

A cultivator whose arm was broken, muttered incessantly while his expression turned sullen.

The person beside him shook his head and said, "There shouldn't be a problem with that. The Painkiller Elixir is quite effective, I had my leg amputated but I didn't feel any pain at all."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement.

With the Painkiller Elixirs, they would feel a lot less pain and pressure when harming themselves.

They were not very worried about the disabilities and permanent ailments that they would suffer because they could just make up for it later with some spiritual medicine.

The only strange thing was that they seemed to have bled a lot today.

Of course, it was also their first time inflicting self-harm on themselves. Since they didn't have any experience, they might inflict severe injuries on themselves and lose an excessive amount of blood.

'Forget it, I'll rest and wait for the orders.'

While thinking about it, the cultivators leaned against the corner and dozed off.

...

In the dark room under the gloomy clouds...

The thin and wrinkly old man's face turned pale before turning red again. His complexion kept changing.

No one would believe it but...

At this critical moment, he, an Essence Soul realm expert...actually wanted to take a dump!

'Take a dump!'

'How long has it been since I did that!?!'

However, the urge to take a dump was reminding him all the time that he wasn't dreaming.

He had to admit that the effects of the Essence Soul Condensation Pill were indeed very impressive as his mind was completely blank and devoid of messy thoughts. All he wanted was to take a dump...

"d.a.m.n it!" The thin old man cursed again softly under his breath.

At this moment, he was at the critical juncture of a breakthrough and he could not move an inch at all. Hence, he had no choice but to divide a part of his attention and commit to suppressing that urge to relieve nature's call.

However, every breakthrough of a diabolic cultivator would be full of danger. How could he possibly let himself get distracted and divide a portion of his attention to deal with it?

Yet, the urge to take a dump was getting stronger and stronger so he had no choice but to suppress it!

Seeing that the clouds had stopped rotating and seemed to be showing vague signs of a backlash, the thin old man's expressions began to change repeatedly and a bold idea surfaced in his mind.

His expression eventually became completely calm again.

Perhaps, that was the calamity that he was destined to face.

From the first day he set foot on the diabolic path to become an Essence Soul realm powerhouse, he had experienced countless trials and tribulations in the process.

He considered himself to be a man of great perseverance to have made it this far.

'How can a man of great perseverance be stumped by an urge to defecate!?'

"Why don't I just let go of everything..."

After murmuring to himself, the thin old man soon appeared solemn.

Crack!

Chaotic sounds filled the air and he calmly defecated in his pants.

A sense of comfort immediately filled his entire body. Although the desire to defecate was incessant, the crackling sound also rang continuously. The offset allowed his breakthrough to be unaffected.

A foul odor spread throughout the dark room.

The thin old man's expression remained unchanged as he tried to move the gloomy clouds in the sky.

Soon, the gloomy clouds began to move again.

"As a diabolic cultivator, shouldn't this freedom and carefree life be what I pursue?"

Hearing the crackling sounds, the thin old man comforted himself and he felt as if his state of mind had once again been raised to a higher level.

Sensing this, he could not help but sneer.

'Which shameless person tampered with the medicine and tried to disrupt my mind to make me slip into obsession?'

'Just with this alone? You're belittling an Essence Soul realm powerhouse!'

"We Essence Soul realm experts have physical bodies made of flesh. Even if we defecate in our pants, we can only remain calm. Even if we have to eat..."

The thin old man muttered to himself.

At this moment, the Sect Master of the Dark Immortal Sect suddenly interrupted him by asking him a question out of concern.

"Lord! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

After replying, the thin old man continued to drive the gloomy clouds and a powerful suction force immediately appeared around him, followed by a scene that was truly horrifying!

A large ma.s.s of filth and impurities rose up in the air, rotating around him and vaguely showing signs of entering his body!

"d.a.m.n it!" The thin old man cursed again softly under his breath.

After cursing softly, the thin old man's gaze flickered and some spirit fire darted out to turn all the filth into ashes. The odor of the air began to turn bizarre too.

Some of the unidentifiable dust began to converge on the thin old man's body.

The thin old man subconsciously wanted to stop running the cloud, but he was now stuck in a spot because if he were to stop it, he would have to suffer inevitable backlash.

"Forget it... I'll jut let it go..."

The thin old man closed his eyes and tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes. He then tried his best to move the gloomy clouds and absorb all the strange things and smell in the air, into his body.

However, compared to the sense of relief that he felt previously, he was now feeling extremely upset and even his face had turned pitch black!

"Nothing can stop me from forming the Dao!"

After roaring softly, the thin old man gave up on himself completely as he suddenly opened both his eyes that were full of a maniacal rage!

The crackling sounds were incessant, and the pungent odor once again appeared in the air, but before it could spread, it was swallowed up by him.

An Essence Soul realm powerhouse of great perseverance was just that terrifying!

At this moment, his face was suddenly flushed and his heart was filled with a long-lost desire...

However, he had completely let go of it and thus merely smiled calmly.

"Inferior method... It's just the cause of a worry. Since I've let it go, I've let it go."

After he said that, some spiritual energy flowed out and the thin old man's body and his desire vanished too.

Pain was considered nothing to diabolic cultivators like him because they had already gotten used to it long ago.

"What other means do you have?"

The thin old man quietly decided to go against the person who had schemed against him. When he held the Essence Soul Condensation Pill in his hand,he felt peace and thus knew that there was nothing wrong with the pill.

They would at most play around but those things could be overcome with just some willpower.

Soon, his armpits began to itch again and the feeling was so overwhelming that the old man broke his arm without uttering another word!

...

After a while, the old man was already covered in blood but his eyes were full of ruthlessness!

"That pill is not too big, it can't erase too many things. At most... There's one more round, I can win!"

He took a deep breath and regained his composure.

At this moment, a strange desire surged within him and seemed to have infiltrated the depths of his mind like a tsunami. Under the effects of the Essence Soul Condensation Pill, it seemed extraordinarily clear!

The thin old man subconsciously wanted to castrate himself, only to realize that his member was long gone.

Afterwards, he finally realized...

He had been yearning desperately...for a man!

"Despicable villain!"

The thin old man hit the roof and roared into the sky!

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into that man's trap!

That desire came from within his body and he had just castrated himself so the balance in his body had been disrupted. With that desire overwhelming him, he couldn't resist it at all!

'Unless...'

The thin old man looked at his genital, which had been severed from his body, his eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears.

'I used to think that you're just a useless root of all problems but now that I've lost you, I finally realized that you're still an indispensable part of me...'

After that thought flashed past his mind, the thin old man was soon consumed by a powerful sense of desire that made his eyes turn bloodshot. Coupled with the grief that felt greater than death, he finally went off the rails.

The cloud in the sky quickly turned chaotic and soon vanished completely.

Within the dark room, the cloud appeared and enveloped the old man while beams of red light flashed past. In an instant, he was sucked dry!

Woosh!

There was sa m.u.f.fled sound!

The now dried up old man collapsed to the grown. He was now at his very last breath and on the verge of dying.

Looking at the various bodies he had decapitated, his eyes were filled with resentment.

"I have...underestimated how despicable you can be! Although I don't know who you are... I won't let you off even after I become a ghost!"

After muttering softly, he struggled and took out a communication token, which he used to send a message. He then ended his sinful life.

...

Outside the dark room.

The Sect Master of the Dark Immortal Sect's expression changed drastically while a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind when he saw the gloomy cloud above his head vanished.

'Did... Lord fail to break through?'

With that thought, he walked towards the dark room in a bid to check on the situation of his lord!

He didn't know that there were two people standing tens of thousands of meters above him and watching everything coldly.

"It looks like there's no need for us to strike."

"The Saintess' new disciple does have some wonderful tricks up his sleeves. He's very much like how the Saintess used to be back then. Maybe,he can be the true successor."

The other person shook his head at those words and said, "It's better not to make him the successor. Otherwise, we'll have to keep having our efforts go in vain."

They then looked at each other in silence, both noticing the bitterness in each other's expressions.

With a deep sigh, the two flew into the distance to carry out the real mission that they had to complete.