Chapter 184
The disciples hurriedly flew their swords back to Luoxia Peak, but Li Qingran lingered, approaching Su Qinian to pay his respects.
“It’s you, Qingran,” Su Qinian said, stroking his beard with a smile that crinkled his eyes. “Why aren’t you heading back to Luoxia Peak? Did the Ancestor give you some instructions?”
“Master, he wants some blood from the Zhenzong Beast,” Li Qingran replied, bowing gracefully. “If it’s inconvenient to get the Zhenzong Beast’s blood, the Ancestor said your blood would suffice.”
“Blood from the Zhenzong Beast?” Su Qinian paused, his hand stilling on his beard, and hesitated. “Did the Ancestor mention what this blood is for? If he can’t say, that’s fine. I’ll go get it for him right now… But how much blood does he need? Would five thousand jin be enough? If it’s more than that, the Zhenzong Beast might bleed to death…”
“Ah, not that much,” Li Qingran said with a dry laugh, waving his hand.
What a joke! Five thousand jin would be pushing it for the Zhenzong Beast!
“Master said he encountered a creature similar to the Zhenzong Beast over there. He wants to study its blood to see if there’s a way to subdue that great demon.”
“Now I see. If they’re similar, they likely share a common origin. Great demons are notoriously stubborn. It took quite a bit of effort to subdue Da Ha back then. If the Ancestor uses Da Ha’s blood as bait, there’s a chance he might actually subdue that great demon.”
Su Qinian nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration for the Ancestor.
“Wait here; I’ll be right back!”
With that, the sect leader soared into the sky on his flying sword.
Before long, Li Qingran heard a heart-wrenching wail from the Zhenzong Beast in the back mountain.
After a moment, Su Qinian returned, riding his sword, holding a bath bucket nearly as tall as himself, filled to the brim with the Zhenzong Beast’s blood.
“Here, this should be about four to five hundred jin. The Ancestor can use it as he pleases. If it’s not enough, just let me know. No need to be polite; it’s not my blood, heh heh.” Su Qinian placed the bucket of blood in front of Li Qingran.
“Then Qingran thanks you on behalf of the Master.”
“Ke ke, no problem, no problem~”
In the back mountain, the Zhenzong Beast Da Ha howled at the moon, tears streaming from its eyes.
A sword was still embedded in the plumpest part of its rear.
Blood gushed from the sword’s tip.
This injury was nothing to it.
But the humiliation of its spirit weighed heavier than the pain of its wounds!
As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold. Tomorrow, the entire Sword Sect would mobilize to the secret realm of Zhongzhou, leaving only the eccentric old man in the Scripture Pavilion and the violent woman in the ancestral hall behind.
At that time, the back mountain of the sect would be completely unimpeded.
It would make Su Qinian, that old scoundrel, pay a heavy price!
…
“Chen Huai'an, was it this item that killed the king-level Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva yesterday?”
In the conference hall of the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters.
Before Chen Huai'an lay a porcelain bottle stained with the blood of the Zhenzong Beast, while five old men sat across from him.
These five old men were the current power holders of the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters. Four of them hailed from prominent families, while only one was a former authority of the division. The other leaders had either resigned or been reassigned.
The one asking the question was the old man in the middle, Wang Jingshan, the patriarch of the Wang family.
Before the emergence of Kunlun Immortal Palace and the Great Thunder Sound Temple, he was one of the strongest generals in the Hua District, known by the moniker—Furious Wind Blade.
He practiced the sword techniques passed down through the Wang family. Shortly after the revival of spiritual energy began, he became one of the first beneficiaries, comprehending the essence of the sword from his techniques, and an energy sphere resembling a sword appeared in his mind.
Now, this energy sphere had a specific explanation with the teachings from Kunlun Immortal Palace.
It was called the Sword Spirit Root.
With the Sword Spirit Root, he successfully challenged the steps of Kunlun Immortal Palace, ranking among the four thousand steps, allowing him to enter the inner sect, with limitless potential ahead. Once the Demon-Slaying Division was fully under his family's control, he would go to Kunlun Immortal Palace to practice genuine immortal techniques.
As for the breathing techniques he once longed for?
What was that?
Just a filthy practice that the stubborn mud-legged folks of the Demon-Slaying Division were eager to cultivate.
“Indeed, the reason I was able to defeat the enemy was because of this item,” Chen Huai'an said with a smile, pushing the blood-stained porcelain bottle forward.
“Are you sure? This blood porcelain bottle looks like a product of the kiln.”
Wang Jingshan examined the porcelain bottle for a moment before passing it to the other four demon slayers for inspection.
Undeniably, it was a good item, with clear fluctuations of spiritual energy, indicating it was a spiritual object.
But no matter how one looked at it, it didn’t seem like something that could trigger sword energy…
If it weren’t for Lin Chen swearing that the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva was killed by Chen Huai'an’s sword, he wouldn’t have believed it and would have attributed the strike to Wang Shouyi. After all, Chen Huai'an had relied on thunder talismans to kill enemies all along, and he had never shown any sword techniques.
“Of course I’m sure.” Chen Huai'an looked sincerely at the five old men, earnestly stating, “The blood porcelain bottle is what restrains the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva. The blood porcelain woman residing within has a deep-seated grudge against the Bodhisattva. You should have already looked into the historical records behind the Jinde Town kiln; you know very well why there’s a grudge.”
“So, that sword strike was actually from the blood porcelain woman?”
“Exactly.”
“How do we awaken the blood porcelain woman within?”
“Just a drop of blood will do.”
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Chapter 199: No Mercy (tijin+1)
Chen Huai'an stepped out of the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters and sighed as he looked up at the sky.
In the end, those five old men only gave him fifty million in rewards and acknowledged his position as the governor of the C Province Demon-Slaying Division.
Killing a king-level evil spirit earned him only this paltry sum—what’s the difference between that and tossing a few scraps to a stray dog?
“Uncle with the beard, the Demon-Slaying Division you fought for has turned into this sorry state. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to see it even if you came back to life,” he sneered at the dying sun on the horizon. “Since that’s the case, let them disappear. At worst, I’ll guard your world for you.”
“Governor Chen! Over here!”
Huang Gubei stood by the car, waving.
Chen Huai'an took one last glance at the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters and walked toward the business vehicle.
The blood porcelain woman harbored a deep hatred for the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva but could only become a vengeful spirit. He had killed the Bodhisattva, and this blood porcelain bottle, nourished by a portion of the Bodhisattva’s ashes, had given birth to the blood porcelain woman. Although she wasn’t exactly a pleasant being, she was obedient and would only listen to him, her benefactor.
Blood was like water added to cement.
The strength of the blood influenced the strength of the blood porcelain woman.
He had already dripped the blood of the Zhenzong Beast into the blood porcelain bottle, and the blood porcelain woman was now developing within. By midnight tonight, she would be fully formed.
A ghostly demon at the Dan stage.
By all accounts, she should be even more formidable than the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva. What level should she be rated?
King-level A?
Or… Emperor-level?
“Governor Chen, what are you thinking about?”
Huang Gubei, driving in front, glanced at the rearview mirror, where Chen Huai'an’s calm eyes seemed to hide a deep abyss. Only talking to Chen Huai'an made him feel somewhat at ease, always fearing that the next moment, Chen Huai'an would turn into a monster.
“I was thinking that as one gets older, they should move around more.”
“Uh, you’re right… but what if they can’t move anymore?”
“Then it’s best to die early.”
…
At the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters.
“Son, I have good news for you! You know that king-level evil spirit in Jinde Town? It’s been killed, and I even got my hands on the spiritual object used to kill it!
Just stay at Kunlun Immortal Palace and learn the immortal techniques from those immortals. Once I finish up here, I’ll come in to accompany you.
By then, with this spiritual object for protection, you’ll be able to outshine the other disciples in the sect!”
Wang Jingshan hung up the phone, feeling quite pleased.
His son, Wang Lingchuan, was truly a prodigy.
At just twenty-one years old, he had been accepted as a direct disciple after climbing the six thousand steps of the Heavenly Palace.
But don’t think that being a direct disciple meant he could rest easy and gain the favor of the Heavenly Palace. In fact, ten years ago, Kunlun Immortal Palace had secretly recruited a batch of geniuses, who had been cultivating there for a decade, becoming incredibly powerful. Wang Shouyi was one of them.
Although his son had strong talent and decent strength, he had still missed out on ten years of cultivation and was no match for these core disciples.
However, if he had some spiritual objects, it would be a different story.
Like this blood porcelain bottle.
His ambitions were grand. As the revival of spiritual energy deepened, this world would inevitably become a breeding ground for rare treasures.
And he intended to make this world a garden for himself, his son, and even the Wang family.
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