novelraw Chapter 773 767 The Way to Treat Guests, Blood Donation without Compensation_1
Chapter 773 767 The Way to Treat Guests, Blood Donation without Compensation_1
Jia Ren clutched the ox horn, feeling the response from within. The Linghuan True Heart and Heavenly Mystery Divine Omen seemed to stir. When the Heavenly Mystery Divine Omen worked in tandem with the Linghuan True Heart, the effect was significant, allowing him to vaguely sense a faint, encroaching malice.
This journey won't be too smooth.
A bone spur suddenly protruded from a fingertip on his left hand, piercing the tip of his left index finger before swiftly retracting and healing. Before a drop of fresh blood could hit the ground, it transformed into a figure indistinguishable from him. With the spirit residing in his blood, even if his body were wholly destroyed, a single drop of blood could regenerate him, recreating his flesh. The clone formed from blood retained extremely powerful combat capabilities.
The blood clone flew towards the area indicated by Qishan Demon Lord. Even if there were traps, the clone could take the brunt of them for him. The clone hadn't mastered many techniques; it could only use a few secret flesh-and-blood techniques corresponding to the Xuandao. Coincidentally, the Ten Thousand Transformations True Spirit Form was among them.
The blood clone transformed into a Golden-Winged Peng Bird and rushed towards the destination. Jia Ren concealed himself, following millions of miles behind the clone.
The Golden-Winged Peng Bird, into which the blood clone had transformed, was swift. Pressing forward at full tilt for several hours, it finally arrived at the destination.
Qishan Jun looked at Jia Ren, its bull-like eyes gleaming with a strange light, yet filled more with puzzlement. If not for the ox horn's aura on the newcomer, one would have assumed it was a Golden-Winged Peng Bird of noble bloodline.
The bull demon transformed into a tall, brawny man, his upper body bare and his lower half covered with black bull hide. He tentatively asked, "A fellow Daoist from Ming Luo Hall?"
"Qishan Demon Lord?" The blood clone looked back at the brawny man the bull demon had become. "I am the Deputy Master of Mingluo Hall. We have important matters to discuss."
The Golden-Winged Peng Bird rapidly transformed, becoming a green-robed Daoist.
"Where in the Heavenly Marsh Domain can one find Demon Race Cultivation Techniques for sale? The more techniques for those at or above the Golden Immortal Realm, the better."
It's rare to find someone to converse with; I need to get some information out of him.
Demon Race Cultivation Techniques?
Qishan Demon Lord paused, stunned and puzzled. "Isn't Ming Luo Hall here to retrieve the deposited Spirit Blood of All Beings?"
He actually kept a batch of the Spirit Blood of All Beings?
This could indeed save me quite a bit of effort.
"If you have the Spirit Blood of All Beings, I naturally wouldn't want to miss out. I am willing to offer compensation," the clone said.
Qishan Demon Lord was stunned again. Compensation? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing.
When Lord Mingluo came to demand the essence blood, who dared to refuse? He'd beat you up first, then demand it, and naturally, you'd hand it over… This one must lack confidence, hence offering me this pittance.
Recalling the tyrannical Lord Mingluo and the countless humiliations he had suffered, Qishan Demon Lord's suppressed rage flared up once more.
"Honored guest, please follow me; I'll take you to retrieve the treasure." Qishan Demon Lord walked ahead, leading the way.
The blood clone, knowing no fear, strode after him and entered a distant cave. He hadn't gone many steps when he sensed something and looked behind him.
The Tiger Demon and the Yuanyao had appeared out of nowhere, blocking the blood clone's path of retreat. Both exuded the aura of Yao Jun.
"Indeed, I smell the Spirit Blood of All Beings!"
"Without Old Ghost Ming Luo around, you still dare to run wild in Demon Race territory?!"
Huang Hu roared, the sound designed to stun the spirit. Its claws, glowing yellow, swiped down towards the blood clone's head. The blood clone reacted quickly. Its form flickered, and it transformed into a pure white giant tiger.
The two "Tiger Demons" clashed. Huang Hu's bloodline power was inferior to a true White Tiger's, but it hardly mattered since its opponent was merely a shoddy imitation. The pure white giant tiger's bone-white claws clashed with Huang Hu's. It crumbled upon impact, sent tumbling heavily backward.
"How dare you impersonate our sacred tiger! You're courting death!" Huang Hu pressed its advantage, its claws raising wisps of yellow smoke with each swipe.
The pure white giant tiger was now covered in bloody gashes. Yellowish qi coiled within the wounds, constantly forming pustules. The flesh rotted, showing no signs of healing.
A disease? No, there's a subtle aura of slaughter within it, more like a mutated variant of disease-based Laws.
The blood clone shakily stood up. Its body was gradually disintegrating, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Its dark golden tiger eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for hidden dangers.
The purpose of this trip was twofold: first, to gauge the strength of those who would make a move, and second, to confirm if there were other troubles. The main threat seems to be just these three Yao Jun; no other powerful experts are lurking.
BOOM!
The power of the disease spread relentlessly, causing the clone's flesh to disintegrate into a pile of gore. The three Yao Jun watched the pile of rotting flesh, momentarily speechless.
The person from Ming Luo Hall is far weaker than we imagined...
Can we still eat this feast?
Chang Mei Lao Yuan frowned. "This is a clone. The main body isn't here."
Jia Ren, having assessed the strength of the three Yao Jun, finally felt at ease.
Once I defeat these three Yao Jun, I'll obtain high-quality Demonic Blood. Many factors determine the quality of the Myriad Spirits Blood Origin Pill, not just the Alchemist's skill in Alchemy. The higher the quality of the Demonic Essence Blood, the better the Elixir's effects. If the True Spirit Blood from ten thousand species is, at minimum, Yao Jun-level, the medicinal effect of the Myriad Spirits Blood Origin Pill won't be merely ordinary; it will be enhanced a hundredfold. To establish myself in the Heavenly Marsh Domain, I first need to subdue these three Yao Jun and gain a foothold. In the future, I might even need their help to collect Spirit Blood of All Beings.
"Get out of the way!"
A black rod appeared in Chang Mei Lao Yuan's hand, whirling with an iron-blooded, murderous intent. The black and red tide of blood energy transformed into a giant ape, howling at the sky, and smashed down towards an apparently empty spot.
BOOM!
The black rod, heavy as a mountain, transformed into a colossal black iron rod and smashed down with a thunderous crash. Its body, possessing an almost incalculable weight, tore through space like paper wherever it passed, leaving black rifts behind.
Jia Ren's figure emerged at that exact spot. Chang Mei Lao Yuan had somehow sensed his location using a Divine Skill. A hand seemed to reach out from the Void, its five fingers grasping the black rod. The erupting destructive force was unable to crush the palm. The fair-skinned palm possessed unfathomable divine power, steadily holding the rod at bay. Chang Mei Lao Yuan strained his arms but couldn't advance the rod another inch, nor could he retract it.
"Is this your way of welcoming guests?" Jia Ren's voice was calm.
Energy surged from Jia Ren's fingertips. A pulling force emanated from his palm, drawing fine streams of essence from the black rod, causing large flakes of iron to continuously fall off. His right palm seemed to open like the gaping maw of an abyss, greedily devouring the power within the rod.
Chang Mei Lao Yuan's eyes turned ice-cold. He twitched the black rod in his hand, and in the next instant, it became as light as a feather. Jia Ren's grip found nothing to hold, and he watched as the rod slipped from his grasp and flew away.
The Law of Weight?
Qishan Jun roared furiously. No longer maintaining its human form, it transformed into a demonic black ox covered in dark, mystical patterns, charging forth on thundering hooves. Its momentum was fierce, its horns exuding an unparalleled power that seemed capable of overcoming any obstacle.
The Law of Brute Force?
The sickly yellow smoke emanating from Huang Hu spread everywhere, forming an all-encompassing spiritual domain of disease that constantly weakened its enemies.
The combined assault of the three Yao Jun seemed overwhelming. Yet, Jia Ren's heart remained as calm as still water; the situation before him was no cause for concern.
His left eye turned crimson as blood, his right eye like a dark abyss. Light flickered in the black abyss of his right eye, its gaze falling upon Qishan Jun. The massive bull demon immediately lost control, charging off into the distance, disappearing from sight.
With one Yao Jun removed from the battlefield, the situation became much easier to handle.
Huang Hu tilted its head back and roared angrily, "You're not Old Ghost Ming Luo, yet you dare try to command us? All you scum from Ming Luo Hall must die!"
Before the tiger's body arrived, the vast expanse of yellow smoke surged forward. The pervasive aura of disease seeped into every opening. Immortals, demons, devils, or monsters—anyone touched by even a trace of it would find their strength drastically reduced.
Jia Ren's body emitted a profound black light, completely blocking the disease-laden qi, preventing even a fraction from invading.
The power of the Body Repository offers strong resistance to such diseases.
Huang Hu flashed past, lunging with immense force. Jia Ren's palms turned a profound black, as if imbued with a secret power, exuding a sensation of being able to pierce through heaven and earth. The power of the Law of Heaven and Earth filled them. His hands didn't transform into gigantic palms but retained their normal appearance, yet the internal power was undiminished.
He struck out at Huang Hu, and its body dissipated as if it were an illusion.
Did it turn into smoke upon impact?
Simultaneously, Chang Mei Lao Yuan attacked with the black rod, its afterimages forming layer upon layer of mountain-like barriers, continuous and unending. Before Jia Ren could defend against the screen of rod images, the yellow smoke flickered, seemingly about to condense behind him into Huang Hu's form for a pincer attack.
At that moment, the combined pressure from the two Yao Jun bore down on him.
The crimson in Jia Ren's left eye and the black abyss in his right eye flashed simultaneously. Unbeknownst to his opponents, they had just completed a resonance that had been building for three breaths. This was the most powerful technique of the Candle Abyss Demon Pupil: the ability to influence time. Its only drawback was that its effect would only manifest three breaths after activation.
The flow of time in the surroundings seemed to hit a rewind button, regressing by a tenth of a breath. The only one unaffected on the battlefield was Jia Ren. A tenth of a breath might seem short, but it was enough to alter the course of the battle, possessing the decisive power to turn the tables.
The two Yao Jun's rhythm was thrown into disarray. Huang Hu was only partially materialized from the yellow smoke, and Chang Mei Lao Yuan was frozen mid-retreat, having already sensed danger and abandoned its attack.
Jia Ren's hands seemed to ignore Spatial distance, suddenly shooting out. His left hand struck towards Huang Hu, while his right hand grabbed for Chang Mei Lao Yuan.
BOOM!
A vast expanse of space collapsed. The yellow smoke and Huang Hu's figure vanished without a trace, as if completely obliterated by that single strike. Jia Ren withdrew his left hand, seemingly unfazed, as if he hadn't been the one to deliver such a terrifying blow.
Within the shattered Spatial void, yellow smoke and flesh rapidly regenerated, once again outlining Huang Hu's form. Before its body could fully materialize, a large amount of its essence blood was forcefully drawn out and collected into a White Porcelain Jade Vial that appeared in Jia Ren's palm. Huang Hu reformed its tiger shape, but it was now emaciated, looking like a sickly, diseased beast.
With a grasp of his right hand, Chang Mei Lao Yuan also fell into Jia Ren's palm. The ape's body shrank rapidly as the sickening sounds of bones shattering and flesh tearing echoed. A large volume of its essence blood flew out, collected into a second White Porcelain Jade Vial.
"Your essence blood isn't bad," Jia Ren remarked with genuine appreciation as he put away the two White Porcelain Jade Vials. He didn't press his advantage to kill the two Yao Jun.
The number of Yao Jun-level Magical Beasts is dwindling. Subjugating them or keeping them for future blood harvesting are both good options. Killing them outright is a one-time transaction, not worth it in the long run.
"I'm here to help you..." Qishan Demon Lord's voice boomed.
Qishan Demon Lord had just escaped the illusion and was rushing back to assist its comrades. It saw its two familiar Yao Jun companions: one had nearly been crushed into paste in the opponent's palm, and the other now resembled a diseased tiger, both staying meekly to one side. The sight seemed to awaken dreadful memories, and an inexplicable shiver ran through Qishan Demon Lord's heart.
Qishan Demon Lord reverted to its human form, a dark glow coalescing in his palm. Just as Jia Ren thought he was about to unleash some Innate Divine Ability, Qishan Demon Lord forcefully struck his own chest. A large amount of his essence blood flew out, all of it entering a Jade Vase that appeared.
He quickly and respectfully presented the warm Jade Vase.
"I implore the True Monarch to accept my essence blood," he said. "It's been a long time since I last offered blood to Ming Luo Hall. I've actually missed this feeling," he added, a nostalgic expression on his face.