Free Web NovelChapter 1661: Chapter 1280: Blood Transformation Awakening!
In response to Wu Ming’s comment on Lian Chengbi, Jiang Dali stepped in with a smile and said, "Actually, so what if one is righteous? So what if one is evil? Each of us lives in this world, and what truly matters is that we hold fast to these four words: ’remain guilt-free in your heart’."
As he spoke, he had no wish to keep arguing over these matters of personal philosophy and ways of living, so he shifted the topic. Pointing at Lian Chengbi, he explained the information regarding the Blood Pill to Wu Ming.
Only then did Po Jun realize that when Wu Ming had met him, he had already been poisoned; he could not help showing an expression of shock.
After listening to the explanation of how the Blood Pill could neutralize the Blood God Pill, Wu Ming pondered and said, "The principle of the Blood God Pill was developed based on the blood in my veins that shares the same origin and bloodline with Shakyamuni. It primarily uses this ancestor Shakyamuni’s bloodline to suppress my own bloodline, thus achieving the purpose of controlling me.
Since the principle of the Blood Pill dissolving the Blood God Pill lies in using the Blood Pill to perform a blood exchange, changing out all the blood in my Body and then expelling the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill before changing it back, then how can the blood used by the Blood Pill to replace mine be guaranteed to serve as the Life Force that sustains my Body? Unless..."
Po Jun frowned and said, "You mean, unless Lian Chengbi is also a descendant of Shakyamuni? Otherwise, if the blood is of a different origin, even a brief blood exchange would be enough to kill."
"You’re right and not right at the same time."
Wu Ming shook his head, then looked toward the astonished Lian Chengbi and said, "He is not necessarily a descendant of Shakyamuni, but if the Blood Pill he absorbed from Lord of Carefree contains Shakyamuni’s blood, then it might resolve the problem of the blood being of different origin."
Jiang Dali folded his arms across his chest and said curiously, "Are you saying that Lord of Carefree, Geshu Tian, is a descendant of Shakyamuni?"
Wu Ming said calmly, "That can be one conjecture, but I feel a greater possibility is that Lord of Carefree once used the Blood Transformation Divine Skill to absorb a descendant of Shakyamuni, and the concentration of Shakyamuni’s blood inherited by that descendant was not low. Only thus would his Blood Pill contain Shakyamuni’s blood and be able to serve for my blood exchange."
"That is indeed very possible."
Hearing this, Jiang Dali rubbed his chin with one hand and nodded in agreement.
In the theory of Medical Skill, there is a record that if a person loses a great amount of blood due to injury, then one must find someone whose blood is of the same type and origin to perform a transfusion, only then can one help the injured pass the dangerous hurdle.
If the blood is of different type and origin yet is transfused blindly, it is all harm and no benefit.
For a powerhouse like Wu Ming, this danger exists just the same.
After all, using the Blood Pill to exchange blood and expel the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill requires replacing all the blood in the Body, not leaving a single drop within.
If in this process, the blood becomes mutually repulsive, then no matter how formidable Wu Ming’s strength, there would still be extreme danger.
Of course, more importantly, if the blood is not of the same origin and type, the Blood Pill would also find it difficult to exert its effect and draw out the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill.
Thus, Wu Ming’s speculation is not without basis.
If in the past Lord of Carefree Devoured a direct descendant of Shakyamuni, and after the Blood Pill fused a substantial concentration of Shakyamuni’s blood, not only would his strength greatly increase, his own blood type would also be altered.
It is just like if someone were to consume a large amount of Dragon Blood and Phoenix Blood, it would cause their own blood to be suppressed by the Dragon Blood and Phoenix Blood, resulting in Dragonification or Phoenix Transformation. This is precisely the process of a powerful lifeform’s bloodline suppressing and Devouring, assimilating a weaker lifeform’s bloodline.
Although Lian Chengbi did not clearly know who this Shakyamuni that everyone was discussing actually was, he could guess that this was surely a superlative figure. From what Wu Ming had said, he could also infer the peril involved, but since matters had come to this, no matter how dangerous it might be, he knew there was no room left to turn back.
In comparison, to be able to shoulder the same danger alongside Wu Ming, this expert whom even Jiang Dali addressed as senior, instead gave him at this moment a kind of bitter pleasure and a sense of honor, and he could not help a bout of self-mockery in his heart.
After the group continued to discuss some related details, Jiang Dali then said that the matter brooked no delay, and that they should immediately use the Blood Pill to begin the blood exchange and dissolve the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill within Wu Ming.
At this moment, Lian Chengbi had already set his mind at ease. With an easy and composed air, he cupped his fists to Wu Ming and said respectfully, "Senior, when I later urge the Blood Pill on the city wall to enter your Body, just do not deliberately resist it."
Wu Ming’s deep eyes fixed on Lian Chengbi, and he gave a slight nod. "Whether this succeeds or not, you, a stranger, are willing to risk your life for me; I owe you a favor."
Lian Chengbi was secretly overjoyed, but on his face he still maintained a refined and courteous demeanor. He cupped his fists and thanked him once more.
Jiang Dali and Po Jun exchanged a glance, then both retreated ten Zhang away, clearing a space for the two while also serving as protectors for them.
They watched as Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi sat down cross-legged together, both raising their hands and aligning their left and right palms, Cultivating with their palms joined, preparing to begin dissolving the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill.
All of a sudden, an astonishing idea flashed up in Jiang Dali’s heart, but before he had time to think it through, that thought quickly slipped away.
His heart gave a jolt, and he hurriedly tried to recall, only to find that no matter how he tried, he could not remember what important and shocking matter he had just thought of. The more he failed to recall it, the more he felt that the information he had just grasped was extremely important, and his expression gradually grew solemn.
"Just now... what did I suddenly think of? How is it that I cannot seize that fleeting inspiration? This sort of thing rarely happens..."
With his current strength, the development of his brain could be said to grant him an eidetic memory.
The myriad subtle changes that occur in the blink of an eye during exchanges between powerhouses, he could capture and resolve relying on his incredible speed of thought, let alone something like clearly having just thought of something yet suddenly forgetting it. This was truly bizarre.
Just then, over there Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi, sitting cross-legged facing each other, had already advanced their Cultivation into the critical phase.
Only to see the two of them locked in a dead standstill, when suddenly Lian Chengbi’s face flushed with scarlet Blood Qi, wisps of white steam began to curl up from the top of his head, sweat poured down like rain, the veins under the skin all over his body bulged violently, and with each throbbing pulse, a lump of blood-red flesh, like a little mouse, slowly swelled in his abdomen, squirming beneath the skin.
Blood Pill!
The moment this Blood Pill emerged, Lian Chengbi’s face and even his entire body turned as pale as snow, the blood vessels beneath his skin throbbed one by one, as if blood was rushing at high speed, converging toward the Blood Pill in his abdomen, while the Blood Pill itself had already begun to move upward from his abdomen toward his arm; wherever it passed, the snow‑white skin there would recover a hint of Qi-Blood color.
Jiang Dali’s tiger frame trembled, "It’s begun..."
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Holy Dynasty, Zombie Ridge.
Wisp after wisp, clump after clump of mist like smoke, like cotton, yet also like water, coiled between the pitch‑black, deathly mountain ridges, thick with a grim and eerie air, flowing slowly like a murmuring stream through the winding peaks and ravines.
Rustle—rustle—
From time to time, faint strange sounds rose in the leaf‑rotted forest floor, as though something slick and slimy was sliding across the mist‑shrouded ground, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, chilling and bizarre.
All of a sudden, a shrill miserable scream burst out, shaking the fog into a frantic churn; the ashen mist instantly turned dark red, filled with blood‑light, within which it seemed swarms of Ghost Shadows and tentacles were swaying.
Then, amid a sudden "gurgle–splash" like thick liquid writhing and pooling, a vast mass of dark‑red blood‑colored liquid abruptly surged out of the fog, gathering swiftly over the ground littered with rotten leaves and dead branches, then immediately scattering, before drifting forward in twisting, winding currents.
One could clearly see that within the liquid, a woman’s corpse was being dragged along; even at the moment of death her pretty face was filled with terror and despair, to the point that her delicate features were slightly contorted.
As the liquid flowed forward, the woman’s corpse drifted with the current; some of the blood‑colored liquid burrowed into her through her seven orifices like tentacled suction tubes, and her delicate body instantly withered like a flower, rapidly becoming gaunt; her fair, elastic skin shriveled at once, the veins beneath it starkly visible. Immediately after, all the blood was drawn out and absorbed into the blood‑colored liquid, and her entire withered frame disintegrated and melted into the liquid, leaving only a shriveled face of agonized despair still faintly discernible.
Splash!—
The blood‑colored liquid suddenly surged upward, rearing from the ground into a protruding cylindrical shape, and then, as torrents of appallingly vivid blood‑colored liquid cascaded down with a "splash–splash," it gradually outlined, amid the trees, the raised curves of a woman’s alluring form. That shriveled, agonized, despairing face surfaced from the blood‑colored liquid, swiftly regaining color and plumpness, her features blooming with renewed radiance.
In just the span of a breath, yet another youthful, beautiful woman’s Body brimming with Life Force appeared completely naked in the faintly curling mist.
She stepped out with languid grace, every marvelous part of her Body half‑hidden in the fog; the glimpses of scenery that appeared now and then were beauty so breathtaking they could stop a heart.
All of a sudden she closed her beautiful eyes, her expression unusually calm, the corners of her lips carrying a faint, unfathomable smile, as she murmured blandly, "This is exactly the feeling... a Body filled with Life Force, vitality, and vigor. My Primordial Spirit can now freely enter and exit these ’fresh’ bodies, at will seize hold of them, and can near‑perfectly bring out my own power—and the power of others..."
At these words, she opened her beautiful eyes once more, her gaze lingering on this exquisite figure with a hint of appreciation. Reaching out, she wantonly, indulgently caressed every inch of flesh where Life stirred, her expression one of enjoyment.
Suddenly, a sharp stab of pain surged up in her brain, making her delicate brows knit at once; her Body even flushed entirely scarlet for an instant, almost collapsing back into that same state of blood‑colored liquid from before.
Within her mind, a vast quantity of subtle information awoke from some long‑sealed corner of technique, surging together like a tide into scene after scene, strange yet familiar, echoing violently in her head, flipping past like a rapidly changing slide show.
In some of these scenes, one could see, atop a sky‑piercing mountain peak, a gigantic Ice Lake sunken into its summit; within the Ice Lake, a pool formed entirely of blood‑colored liquid boiling and roiling like magma; and a middle‑aged man, face Arrogant and body wreathed in towering Demonic Qi, standing with both hands raised high, laughing wildly... Yet the next instant, this seemingly domineering, overbearing middle‑aged man was brutally stomped to the ground by someone, a powerful, robust hand clamping viciously onto his chest and tearing out a great mass of blood‑colored liquid that radiated boundless Demonic Qi...
"This is..."
The woman’s pretty face, which had only been faintly frowning, changed sharply, her expression filled with doubt, shock, stupefaction, and a trace of uneasy disbelief.
"Blood Transformation..."
Suddenly, within her mind there bizarrely appeared a Primordial Spirit Wave belonging to someone else.
The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, who had taken the form of this woman, was greatly alarmed and was just about to immediately Devour and absorb this faint foreign Primordial Spirit, when she was horrified to find that this weak Primordial Spirit Power actually gave her a sense of intimate familiarity.
"Who are you?"
The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable hesitantly sent out a thread of Spiritual Wave.
That faint Primordial Spirit Power transmitted an old yet Arrogant voice: "I—am the Heavenly Pool Blood Demon! I am awakening you now so that you will cooperate with me to do one thing! This matter concerns the fate of you and me!"
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(There will be extra Chapters tonight, begging for New Moon’s guaranteed monthly ticket.)
