Core Seed Disciple.

To be selected as one among thousands, there’s no doubt that one has to be a combat genius. Despite that, the entire fight process against the 18 mortal realm practitioners was a one-sided suppression for the assassin.

Though he had been outnumbered, he is actually the far stronger one because, in a battle, numbers don’t always matter.

For a soldier with a spear to be surrounded by unarmed civilians, there are no arguments that not even one of them could come close to the soldier before dying.

Not to mention, he was many times stronger than any of the 18.

If one believes that having twice the strength of a man means one is only capable of taking on two enemies at once, then there is a huge misconception somewhere.

With a punch that is twice the normal power means that that fighter could easily defeat any number of weaker opponents in an instant.

It was what made the immortal sect so confident in the success of this mission.

A single Triple S ranker at the Peak minor stage is already an unfathomable power in the mortal realms. Furthermore, those from the upper realms had better cultivation manuals and artefacts. Matching against three or four Peak Triple S mortal realm practitioners wouldn’t be a problem.

Unfortunately, he challenged the Snowdrifts who have real experience in fighting against stronger opponents.

Despite having great power, he was rendered impotent.

No matter how powerful an attack is, as long as it is not fired, neutralised, or missed the target, it is as good as not attacking at all.

These 17 puppies and one ant bare their fangs at him, but the ridiculous Ki transference rate of the Northern Swords Array transformed them into a pack of wolves capable of hunting down a tiger.

Even that ant could move like a wolf. And that last attack was like a bear mauled him. The assassin’s performance so far could be summed up with one word: Laughable.

It was the shame from this that drove him to make the ultimate decision. To eat the True Devil Turning Pill.

Unlike how he portrayed it, there were horrific side-effects from using it.

Granted, it is safer than the regular version.

These pills are celestial sealing stones that contain a weakened lesser devil trapped within. After consuming the normal Devil Turning Pill, the user’s soul is already tainted, but there is some time before the devil entirely takes over and during this period one will retain consciousness while having unholy powers.

For users of this pill, the only result is to turn into a devil and be sealed up once again.

On the other hand, the True Devil Turning Pill allows one to return to normal. The seal’s inhibiting effects will be weakened for a short while, allowing the host to use the devil’s powers until it is resealed.

However, it comes with an immense cost.

As devils are soul parasites, it will twist the host towards evil with every second in contact with it.

In just a few breathes, the person will no longer be the same as before.

Furthermore, unholy power is in contradiction of the normal cultivation methods and will permanently hurt one’s foundation and regress one’s level. There is a high chance that one’s Dao Heart will crumble and fall into irreparable madness.

This pill is the absolute last resort that the sect had given him, and after he finished his mission, he will have to undergo decades of heart-cleansing treatments to root out the devil’s influence and prevent himself from becoming corrupted and demonises.

An eerie chill overcomes them, and the people started weeping irrepressibly. Faced with an existent that should not be, there was more than fear in their hearts.

The only ones that could remain steadfast before the devil was only three. Jones, Kairos, and Vouno.

This wasn’t the first time they had met devils, and just as before, they have a trump card against the unholy forces.

“Aisa, his target is the princess. I don’t want to risk putting her in danger for my training, can you destroy him… it… right away, instead?”

Kairos’ calling is to exterminate the devils, but before he is strong enough, he has Aisa by his side. The True Holy Dragon, primordial one and incarnation of the Holy element, she is a counter to the devils’ twisted nature. However, her powers alone are not enough. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be her second life.

That’s why Kairos was chosen to deal with that accursed race. Once he fully matures, he should have enough power to wipe out those unnatural beings, and Aisa took his progress very seriously. At every opportunity of finding a devil, she would make it into a training session. But what Kairos said was correct. The princess is in danger right now.

The primordial dragon accepted his proposal immediately and cast an isolation barrier in the area.

Then, she proceeded to remove the threat.

But, just as she fired up her Holy Dragon magic circle, a disruption came and cancelled her spell.

Aisa can’t use her magic! Sorry, Kairos… It seems that the True Lord did not want Aisa to interfere…!

The True Lord, the one who chose Kairos and gave him an overwhelming task, interfered when he needed Aisa’s help the most!

Saying he was upset is like describing a volcano as warm.

However, just as his emotions welled up, Aisa who shared a bond with him send a calmness that washed over him.

Kairos felt as though his head was dipped in ice water. Then, Aisa told him.

The True Lord has his reasons. I’m not allowed to say why right now, but don’t worry, it’s just a weakling!

Kairos almost spurt out blood when the dragon called such a terrifying thing a weak. Its darkness had already shrouded everything, making the entire place feeling evil and dirty.

He let out a long breath, then gathered himself to face his opponent. Now it wasn't the time to lose focus.

It wouldn’t be as easy as when he was taking out Syriong. That time, Aisa had already beaten up the enemy badly before tossing it to him.

Right now, he is facing a full-powered enemy that ate a True Devil Turning Pill. Granted that it is still far off compared to a real devil, but an opponent of this level is already beyond him.

How the True Lord expect him to win is a complete mystery, regardless, it is too late for them to run away now.

The powers of a devil cannot be underestimated, and so far they still have not a measure of how strong one is. The first devil they fought was a half-dead existence that barely freed itself through a crack in its seal and the second devil was over 90 percent destroyed by Aisa for training Kairos.

However, the one in the assassin could be considered a paramount existence in the mortal realms, despite being in a weakened and semi-sealed state.

However, hope came in the form of a sweet girlish voice in his mind.

Kairos~ this pill is weaker than what the dummy guardian ate.

Aisa quickly sent him her thoughts, and he immediately understood that because of the unique resealable nature of this True Devil Turning Pill, only some unholy powers leaked out, but the assassin’s flesh had not yet demonised. His opponent is still at Triple S rank.

But, he immediately had another question.

“If it is locked up, why would the devil still lend its powers to him then?”

This time, Aisa’s reply came as a torrent of information instead of a message. When he scanned through it, he immediately realised that his understanding of the devil race was lacking.

This organism is a kind of soul parasites that grow by twisting goodness to create perverse energies to feed on. For a chance to regain its freedom, the devil will gladly grant its powers to corrupt the assassin.

Unfortunately, the devil’s demonic energies are limited as it is a trapped and weakened lesser devil with little strength to spare.

Moreover, the target it intends to twist is already rather black-hearted and will provide lesser dark energies for it.

The greater one’s innocence, the more evil can be created when twisted. With how wicked the assassin is from the outset, its chance of freedom is tiny. Granted, this makes it easier to turn the assassin into a total psychopath and influence it to do more wicked deeds in the future.

The energy devils feed on doesn’t only solely depends on its host. Just the sacrifice of several new-born babes would be enough to recover its strength by half; enough for it to break free.

In the teen’s Ki Centre, a polished black pill sat there quietly. If not for the unnatural presence it has, it was unassuming.

But once a while, if one could look at it with their own eyes, they will see the pill tremble with excitement.

It was enthralled when its host wanted to torture these people.