Free Web NovelChapter 1660: Chapter 1279: Heavenly Pool Blood Demon and Blood Transformation Divine Venerable!
The news of Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali appearing at The World’s Number One Manor in the Ming Country to take away Lian Chengbi quickly spread like a hurricane through the Martial World, creating a massive impact that spread across the entire Ming Country, beyond Jiang Dali’s expectations.
Initially, this wasn’t something worth too much attention. After all, Lian Family Castle had long declined, and in the whole Martial World, it was no longer a significant power, at most on the same level as the Qingcheng Sect. It was only the story quest related to Xiao Shiyilang released by Lian Family Castle that involved some local players’ interests.
But as players delved into the martial arts Lian Chengbi displayed during a duel at The World’s Number One Manor, they were shocked to discover that the martial arts Lian Chengbi used were actually those of the Heavenly Sect Master, Lord of Carefree. This discovery immediately piqued the interest of many Heavenly Sect players.
Since the video released on the forum was distant and vague, players couldn’t determine much information from it, so Heavenly Sect players immediately engaged in-depth interactions with the NPCs at The World’s Number One Manor to uncover an astonishing fact—Lian Chengbi, the young master of the Lian family, was surprisingly the new Heavenly Sect Master, Lord of Carefree. Many heroes and sect leaders from the Martial World, who were invited to The World’s Number One Manor that day, were in fact incense masters holding key positions within the Heavenly Sect.
Upon learning the whole truth, the Heavenly Sect players exploded into a frenzy, realizing that their always mysterious and powerful sect master had secretly been replaced midway, and the newly exposed sect master was forcibly taken away by the Black Wind Village Chief. This shocking turn of events left them feeling like poor souls in the Martial World, suddenly without a sect master.
Jiang Dali’s uncharacteristically grand move, even degrading himself to personally take Lian Chengbi away, was quickly relayed back as critical information by the spies of various forces in the Martial World.
At the Heavenly Gate, although Shakyamuni was attempting to restore the Heart Realm of the Seven No Absolute Realm in seclusion, he closely monitored every move of the Black Wind Village Chief. Upon hearing this news, his usually calm demeanor finally changed, and he sat on the Divine Throne with a serious expression, using the Liu Ren Divine Number to calculate.
"Lian Chengbi, the young boy from the Lian family; to me, he is but an ant, a small character. Yet, this insignificant character has killed Lord of Carefree, taken over the Heavenly Sect..."
He suddenly stood up, pacing while thinking, a doubtful expression flashing in his eyes, as he recalled past memories. "Back then, I secretly assisted Blood Transformation and placed many Dharma Body Puppets in various corners of the vassal states to absorb Blood Food, slowly aiding Blood Transformation’s growth. Over the years, I have never directly helped Blood Transformation, even Blood Transformation himself is unaware of our connection.
Initially, to better develop Blood Food and enhance Blood Transformation’s qualification, I devised the ’Devour Plan’, personally sending many geniuses in the Jianghu Martial Arts into Blood Transformation’s hands. Among them, a few with special qualifications were secretly taught parts of the ’Blood Transformation Divine Skill’, becoming numerous supporters of the Blood Food Plan’s development...
The Lord of Carefree, Geshu Tian, was a dispensable piece in the plan, yet developed the Heavenly Sect unnoticed by me, gaining my attention for the first time. However, he had poor aptitude, and I still chose not to nurture him. I never expected, now he has become a hidden danger....."
Shakyamuni halted, showing a difficult expression, his eyes flickering, pondering, "Since Lian Chengbi was taken by Jiang Dali, he must have devoured Geshu Tian’s entire Blood Pill. The Blood Pill can dissolve the Blood God Pill, which was developed by me; this knowledge is known only to me, not even the Divine Doctor is aware.
Without guidance from an expert, how could this reckless man Jiang Dali possibly know?
Damn it... it seems... I have underestimated the Monk Emperor. I should have risked everything to destroy him then, and avoid today’s calamity?"
Thinking this, Shakyamuni couldn’t help but feel a trace of regret.
The reason the Blood Pill can dissolve the Blood God Pill, relates back to the connection between him and the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable.
In his thousand-year lifespan, the roles he’s played and the identities he’s held in the Martial World are too numerous. Among them was one identity that once stirred a storm of bloodshed and terror in the Martial World. That identity was the infamous — Heavenly Pool Blood Demon!
The relationship between the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable and him dates back to the time of being the Heavenly Pool Blood Demon, specifically after a battle with Wu Wudi.
Now that the secret of the Blood Pill has been discovered by the Black Wind Village Chief, to prevent Wu Ming, this unfilial descendent, from using the Blood Pill to dissolve the Blood God Pill and recover his power, he has only one choice: to advance the ’Blood God Plan’!
With this thought, Shakyamuni again began calculating his fate using Zi Ping’s Life Theory, his expression changing wildly, "The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable has reached the Returning to Truth level 9, though still somewhat short of my expectations, my unfilial descendant’s power is indeed astonishing. If he dissolves the Blood God Pill while I haven’t yet restored the Heart Realm of the Seven No Absolute Realm... I’m afraid then....."
Lost in troubling thoughts, Shakyamuni let out a long whistle, its sound shaking the entire ice cave violently.
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The once-mighty Sword Sect now stands desolate and forlorn, no longer able to reclaim its former glory atop the Martial World, proudly looking down on all.
When Jiang Dali, riding a dragon, brought Lian Chengbi to the barren and lonely Sword Sect, a day had already passed.
The first impression upon arriving at the Sword Sect is the widespread desolate wilderness.
While there were mountains, each peak stood tall and steep like sharp swords piercing the sky. The mountain slopes were barren of flowers, trees, birds, or beasts, much less any sign of human life.
This unbearable bleakness chilled to the bone.
The Demon Dragon carried the two of them over rows of mountain ridges sharp as swords, arriving deep in the heart of the Sword Sect—at the Sword Tomb!
Upon entering, Jiang Dali could already feel the eerie plunge in the air temperature. The sunlight seemed to be blocked by the surrounding sword-like mountain ridges. The light barely piercing through the frozen clouds quickly vanished, and all the sword-like mountains appeared to be bowing towards the Sword Tomb nestled in the low-lying center.
The portal outside the Sword Tomb looked like the gaping maw of a giant beast lying prone, emitting a strange, cold white light that occasionally wafted out as snowflake-like mist. As Puyi approached, he felt the sharp cold piercing his skin.
Whoosh!——
Jiang Dali instructed the Demon Dragon to slowly descend, and the gale stirred up by its massive form thrashed the strange and thorny vegetation around like a chaotic dance of demons.
"Is this the Sword Tomb of the Sword Sect?"
Lian Chengbi stared in amazement at the entrance of the Sword Tomb emitting snowflake-like mist, feeling an extremely strong Sword Intent emanating from it. The piercing chill was not entirely cold; it was the cutting Sword Qi, otherwise why would it cause skin pain even from a hundred feet away?
"The Sword Tomb is dead!"
Jiang Dali gazed at the cold Sword Tomb and slowly shook his head.
The Sword Intent within the Sword Tomb was strong but his spiritual sensing perceived only stillness; the fierce Sword Intent lacked vitality, filled instead with deep desolation and resentment, clearly indicating that the longswords had been covered in dust for too long, and the Sword Spirits all harbored grievances.
"Master Jiang!"
At that moment, a calm and dignified clear voice sounded from within the Sword Tomb.
As the voice came out, the rigid Sword Intent that was originally full of bleakness and resentment suddenly became much more lively. The snowflake-like mist at the entrance of the Sword Tomb churned, as if cheering for the owner of the voice.
"Senior Wu Ming! You have indeed arrived here."
Jiang Dali nodded slightly, shook his cloak, and leaped off from the Demon Dragon’s body.
At the time of parting at Baili Mountain in Qin State, Wu Ming went to the Sword Sect alone, a journey of seven thousand miles. Few in the Martial World could cover such a distance in two days on foot. Although Wu Ming’s power was less than a tenth of its peak, he was among those few.
"Master Jiang! Welcome to our Sword Sect!"
From within the Sword Tomb, Po Jun’s tall and upright figure strode out confidently, and the snowflake-like mist around him billowed as though water was boiling, turning into wispy smoke and clouds.
A slight smile appeared on Jiang Dali’s rugged and heroic face as he looked at the now transformed Po Jun, whose face had become resolute, and said with a smile, "It seems Po Jun that your strength has advanced significantly."
Po Jun showed no sign of joy and said, "It’s just a small step forward. Without reaching Returning to Truth, I’m not even qualified to stand in the shadow of you and Wu Ming."
"You arrived so quickly and brought someone along. This person carries a Sword Intent as gentle as a spring breeze, but if that Sword Intent goes astray, it would be like spring rains turning to endless drizzle, losing the grandeur that befits a swordsman!"
The initially plain voice spoke again from within the Sword Tomb, and its content made Lian Chengbi gasp in surprise, wanting to refute, yet inexplicably feeling a trepidation that kept him silent.
At the entrance of the Sword Tomb, Wu Ming, dressed in a blue robe and with hands clasped behind his back, slowly walked out. A sparse mustache adorned his lip, and his eyes radiated an aloof majesty that deterred intrusion. His expression seemed both cold and warm, as if having endured infinite vicissitudes. His eyes, as sharp as lightning, fixed on Lian Chengbi...
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