novelraw Chapter 433 - 232, The Art of Upgrading by Stepping on the Right Foot with the Left Foot, Blood Pill ( - 6k4, please subscribe))_4
Chapter 433 - 232, The Art of Upgrading by Stepping on the Right Foot with the Left Foot, Blood Pill ( - 6k4, please subscribe))_4
「One and a half months later.」
As Xu Xing released his blood, the first Blood Shadow gradually began to solidify.
This... if I call this a Golden Body, I’m afraid some would believe it. A Demonic Way? I’ve actually managed to cultivate it into a Righteous Path cultivation method!
Xu Xing looked at the appearance of the first Blood Shadow and was somewhat speechless.
This Blood Shadow was resplendently golden, like a golden statue in a Buddhist temple.
Judging by its appearance alone, anyone would think he was cultivating some profound Divine Power of the Righteous Path, rather than the devalued Blood Shadow Magic Skill.
Let’s try this Blood Pill.
Xu Xing walked up to the first Blood Shadow, extended his right hand, and dug out a gleaming golden pill from its lower abdomen.
This pill was the size of a fist and exuded a rich, sweet fragrance, like a rare medicinal pill.
He swallowed the Blood Pill.
Xu Xing immediately felt a warm, tingling sensation surge through his limbs and meridians. His cultivation began to loosen, showing signs of an imminent breakthrough.
He immediately entered seclusion, preparing for a breakthrough.
「A few days later.」
Xu Xing, seated on the Jade Seat, opened his eyes, a brilliant light flashing within them. He looked at the spinning Dao Pill in his Dantian with pleasant surprise. Seventh Stage of Dao Pill?
The ’Original Self’ in the Main World was limited by its short cultivation time, so its cultivation was still at the Dao Pill Fourth Stage.
However, ’his other self’ in the Emperor Jin World had cultivated for four to five hundred years. Even without the aid of supplementary Pills or Wu Miao’s pure Yin Element, it had advanced to the Sixth Stage of Dao Pill.
Although the cultivation at the Sixth Stage of Dao Pill was already close to a breakthrough, the boost from the Blood Pill is still not to be underestimated... About a hundred or more Blood Pills should be enough to push the ’Original Self’s’ cultivation to Dao Pill Nine Transformations. And for ’my other self,’ it would require eighty to ninety Blood Pills, Xu Xing estimated.
The further one progressed in cultivation, the more energy was required. Moreover, Blood Pills were not a panacea, and one could develop a tolerance to them.
The Blood Pills from Blood Shadows were roughly equivalent to a unique type of pill refined using the Demonic Way.
In about one month, one Blood Pill can be produced. This means that in about ten years, I might be able to reach the Dao Pill Peak... Xu Xing was shocked by this sudden thought.
But he soon shook his head. Frequent consumption of Essence Blood wouldn’t deplete my Origin Energy or harm my body, but... I need Pills to recover my Magic Power. The Pill supply is insufficient! A Dao Pill-level Pill costs at least tens of thousands of Spirit Shells, and the Pills I take are of an even higher grade. I should ask the Queen Mother of the West for some spiritual herbs to first push my ’other self’s’ cultivation to the Dao Pill Peak, and even to the Nascent Soul Realm...
Xu Xing waved his sleeve, opened the stone gate of the Cave Mansion, and walked out.
As a Daoist of the West Emperor Divine Mansion, he reached the Yaochi Golden Palace with little effort and met the Queen Mother of the West.
"Yao Dang?"
"A Daoist of the West Emperor Divine Mansion?"
Just as Xu Xing entered the hall and took a seat, an arrogant and frivolous voice came from outside.
Following the voice, a handsome young man appeared, dressed in luxurious robes, wearing a Nine Suns Scarf, and shod in cloud-treading shoes.
Several imposing old men trailed behind him, each exuding a powerful aura that created an intense pressure just by their presence.
"Who is this person?" Xu Xing frowned, looking at the Queen Mother of the West with curiosity. He had always kept a low profile in the West Emperor Divine Mansion and had never offended anyone.
The Queen Mother of the West, who possessed an ethereal temperament, raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Zilang Saint Son, and then transmitted her voice to Xu Xing, "That is Zilang Saint Son, the successor to the Purple Lang God Mansion, and also your enemy, Daoist. Because of Meng Yao, he has been coming to Yaochi for two years wanting to challenge you, but I’ve stopped him each time."
So that’s how it is. Xu Xing’s expression softened with understanding.
He had glimpsed a part of Yaochi Saintess Meng Yao’s destiny, knowing that Meng Yao might be crippled by Zilang Saint Son in the future. So, he had given Meng Yao a few hints, warning her to be wary of Zilang Saint Son.
Of course, my words shouldn’t have reached Zilang Saint Son’s ears. He likely came to Yaochi merely to provoke me, his rival in love.
"Zilang Saint Son," Xu Xing began with a smile, walking towards him, "I am not aware of any grievances between us. Can we not let bygones be bygones?"
One doesn’t hit a smiling face. Besides, he was dealing with the Daoist of a Divine House.
Zilang Saint Son’s tone faltered slightly. He exchanged courtesies with Xu Xing and they began to converse, Zilang careful not to appear outdone.
After a brief exchange, Xu Xing changed the subject, "Since the Saint Son is determined to compete with me, Yao Dang, it’s simple. How about we compete using curse techniques?"
"Curse techniques?" Zilang Saint Son was startled. He didn’t know what trick Xu Xing had up his sleeve, but he was unwilling to seem inferior. "Fine, let’s compete with curse techniques. Regardless of the outcome, neither of us shall trouble the other again."
I am a Yuan Xiu of Ghost Immortal origin and have now reached the Life Palace Realm; my cultivation is first-class among my peers. As for Xu Xing’s realm, sensing his aura, it’s merely the Life Spring Realm. I’m confident of victory. Besides, I was the one who initially suggested a match. Since Xu Xing proposed the terms, I naturally can’t back down easily.
"This is a strand of my hair," Xu Xing said, plucking a strand from his hair bun. He levitated it with Magic Power and presented it to Zilang Saint Son. "Zilang Saint Son, what about yours?"
"This is my headscarf," Zilang Saint Son declared, taking off his Nine Suns Scarf and tossing it to Xu Xing, unwilling to be outdone.
The two asked the Queen Mother of the West to serve as the referee. Then they took their seats separately in the hall.
How is this possible?
After casting the evil curse for a while, Zilang Saint Son observed Xu Xing with his divine eye. He saw that although Xu Xing’s Luck contained a hazy purple mist, indicating the potential to become an immortal, it shouldn’t be strong enough to render his curse completely ineffective.
There are many Cultivators with the potential to become immortals. Xu Xing isn’t the only one.