Blood Pool

Chapter 86 Blood Pool (3K)

"Behave yourself!" A Green Mountain Sect disciple who had come to join them kicked Electric Serpent Sun right in the face. "Tian Qing's blood bag, you've got some tough bones. If you dare glare again, I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the dogs."

Electric Serpent Sun spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gritting his teeth and cursing, "You little bastard, when I was killing people at sea, you were still wearing open-crotch pants! If the turbulence hadn't exhausted my life force, would you few mere brats at the Yi Jin Realm even dare to touch me?"

"You're stubborn as a mule." The Green Mountain disciple laughed instead of getting angry, stomped his foot, and used all his strength to crush the broken leg bone.

Snake Sun grunted, barely managing to hold back a cry, but cold sweat was already dripping down his forehead.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

A young man dressed in a moon-white long robe strolled out.

He held a jade-ribbed folding fan in his hand, his face was white and beardless, and his expression was relaxed.

"Young Master Luo." Several disciples dressed in various sect attire bowed respectfully.

Luo Mingcheng, the young sect leader of Tianheng Sect.

Xu Hao squatted on the tree branch, raising an eyebrow beneath his mask.

This kid has quite the entourage. He's at the peak of the Yi Jin Jing realm, with his qi and blood well-controlled. His foundation is indeed much more solid than those unorthodox practitioners from Shengzhou.

Luo Mingcheng ignored the others and casually tapped the people lying on the ground with his folding fan.

"You only caught this many?" Luo Mingcheng frowned.

A disciple from the Tianheng Sect stepped forward with a fawning smile: "Senior Brother, most of these natives died during the spatial turbulence. The rest are all here. You see—"

Luo Mingcheng tapped his palm with the rib of his fan and looked at the people on the ground.

"His qi and blood are utterly disordered, and his meridians are all stretched out by inferior medicinal herbs. This kind of crude internal strength cultivation is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of a disciple in my Chenhuang Continent."

The iron hand on the ground had bloodshot eyes and was growling.

As the president of the Salt and Iron Association, he could shake the sea with a stomp of his foot in Shengzhou. When has he ever been treated like livestock and criticized?

"You little brat, if you have the guts, unseal my acupoints and I'll tear you apart!" Xian Tieshou cursed.

Luo Mingcheng stepped forward, his moon-white boots landing directly on Xian Tieshou's nailed hand, grinding it forcefully.

"A blood pack is just a blood pack; it can only bark even when it's about to die." Luo Mingcheng covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan. "However, blood packs do have their uses. Elder Lin is currently short of a batch of medicinal ingredients for refining blood pills. These few, though a bit rough, will do."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding sect disciples lit up.

"Young Sect Master Luo, this allocation—"

"As usual." Luo Mingcheng closed his folding fan, pointed to Xian Tieshou and Lang Fantian, whose chest was sunken, "My Tianheng Sect will pick the two strongest first, and the rest of you can divide them among yourselves. Be quick and stop the bleeding, otherwise the medicine will be less effective."

"You dare use me to refine pills!" Xian Tieshou's iron-blue hands dug into the soil so hard that his fingernails broke off at the root.

"Refining pills is an honor for you." Luo Mingcheng increased the pressure on his feet by another ten percent. "Being able to become a good medicine in the Chenhuang Continent is a blessing that you, a blood bag from Tianqing, have accumulated over eight lifetimes."

Xu Hao, watching from the tree, just grimaced.

These regular soldiers are not only well-equipped and have complete martial arts skills, but they are also several levels more ruthless than the pirates in Shengzhou.

The Twelve Bandits at sea at most killed and robbed, but these young lads went further, dividing people up like medicinal herbs.

Alchemy made from living people, tsk tsk.

Xu Hao stroked his chin. The customs and culture of the Chenhuang Continent were truly unique.

"You little brats, which state of the Tianqing Continent do you belong to?" Xian Tieshou gasped for breath, the excruciating pain from his broken leg contorting his features. "Are you lackeys of the Qingzhou royal family? Or a few ruthless aristocratic families from Yongzhou who devour people without spitting out the bones?"

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour these young punks alive.

"You dare to set up a trap like the Sea King's Tomb to wipe out our entire clan, wiping out all three alliances and twelve bandits of Shengzhou in one fell swoop? Your master has quite the appetite! Aren't you afraid that the wronged souls of the sea will knock on your door in the middle of the night and choke you to death!"

After hearing this, the disciples around him, dressed in various sect robes, looked at each other in bewilderment, and then burst into laughter.

"Qingzhou? Yongzhou?" The Qingshan Sect disciple laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at the salty iron hand on the ground. "Young Sect Master Luo, these natives don't even know who we are, and they're still reciting maps of their hometowns. They think it's just some bunch of country bumpkins fighting amongst themselves."

Upon hearing this, Luo Mingcheng burst into unrestrained laughter, then abruptly closed the jade-bone folding fan in his hand, abruptly stopping his laughter.

"Old man, your vision is limited to the tiny Tianqing Continent." Luo Mingcheng stomped his foot, making Xian Tieshou's hand bones crack. "What bullshit Sea King's Tomb? What Martial Ancestor's inheritance? It's nothing but a blood pool that our Chenhuang Continent set up a hundred years ago!"

Xian Tieshou was stunned, even forgetting the excruciating pain in his hand.

"The Desolate Continent? The Blood Pool?"

Luo Mingcheng looked down at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a piece of livestock in a pen.

"You really think you've stumbled upon a peerless martial arts technique from heaven? The rare and precious materials in this Cloud Hidden Realm grow slowly, so they need some fertilizer. You martial artists from the Heavenly Peak Continent may have mixed blood and qi, but they are vigorous, making them perfect nourishment. Every twenty years, when the news is leaked, you're like wild dogs sniffing out a treasure, washing your necks clean and offering yourselves up."

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao squatted on a tree branch, listening intently until his teeth chattered.

All those powerful figures in Shengzhou who once held sway over the winds and rains have become someone else's livestock for the New Year.

The people of this desolate continent are far more ruthless than the pirates.

They painstakingly plundered blood crystals at sea, only to have the entire elite force of Shengzhou scatter like fertilizer.

Xian Tieshou's eyes were bloodshot, and his bluish-gray hands trembled violently.

The martial arts lineage he revered as divine was actually a complete fraud.

"Bullshit!" The leader of the Wild Waves Gang, Lang Fantian, spat out a mouthful of blood. "I've spent most of my life at sea, what storms haven't I seen! You bunch of immature brats think you can treat all the martial artists in Shengzhou like pigs to be slaughtered? Do you really think you're the reincarnations of the Martial Ancestor?"

"Martial Ancestor?" Luo Mingcheng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "You bunch of frogs in a well who can't even touch the spiritual energy of heaven and earth are not even worthy of mentioning his name. In the Chenhuang Continent, people like you with your crude blood and qi martial arts are not even considered by the outer sect errand boys."

Just then, a soft footstep came from the shadows of the woods behind Luo Mingcheng.

A figure wearing a tattered blue brocade robe with a gold anchor stepped out.

The Shengzhou martial artists stared intently, and the entire arena fell silent.

Xian Tieshou forgot even the excruciating pain in his hand, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets: "Luo Tianheng? You old dog, you didn't die in the spatial vortex?"

Lang Fantian of the Kuanglang Gang cursed loudly, "You surnamed Luo! Didn't you fail to enter the Martial Ancestor's inheritance ground? How come you're hanging out with these little bastards?!"

The person who appeared was none other than Luo Tianheng, the leader of the righteous path in Shengzhou and the leader of the Zhenhai Alliance, who had previously spoken of righteousness and compassion.

At this moment, however, this top expert of Shengzhou had completely abandoned any airs of a leader. He bowed deeply, jogged to Luo Mingcheng, and greeted him with a beaming smile, "Young Sect Master, you've gone to so much trouble. These savages from the uncivilized lands don't know the rules; did they offend you?"

Luo Mingcheng tapped Luo Tianheng's head with his folding fan, looking him up and down like he was a dog: "Tianheng, you've been stuck in this muddy quagmire of the Tianqing Continent for sixty years, and you've managed to make this disguise look more and more presentable. The fertilizer this time is of good quality, but the quantity is a bit small. The sect will remember this as a favor."

"It's all thanks to the sect's cultivation and the young sect leader's support!" Luo Tianheng laughed so hard that the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

The twelve bandit leaders on the ground were completely dumbfounded.

"Luo Tianheng! You traitorous beast!" Electric Serpent Sun trembled with rage. "You, the dignified leader of the Zhenhai Alliance, are actually acting as a dog for these brats?"

Luo Tianheng turned around, the fawning look on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by an aloof indifference.

"Be a dog? What do you frogs in a well know?" Luo Tianheng flicked the dust off his sleeve. "I was originally an outer disciple of the Chenhuang Tianheng Sect. Sixty years ago, I was ordered to infiltrate the Tianqing Continent to take over from my predecessor, all for the purpose of managing this excellent medicinal herb field for the sect."

He looked down at Xian Tieshou: "What Sea King's Tomb, what Martial Ancestor's Legacy, are nothing but bait thrown out by the sect. This Cloud Hidden Secret Realm is the node connecting the Chenhuang and Tianqing realms. Due to the restrictions of the rules of heaven and earth, the Chenhuang Continent can only send disciples below the Yi Jin Realm to train here."

Luo Tianheng paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "But your Tianqing Continent is different. The rules are broken, with no restrictions. As long as a little word gets out, you fools at the Inner Strength and Aperture Opening stages will bring a large number of subordinates and the Yin blood of women born in the Yin year and Yin month, eagerly running here to their deaths. Using the blood and qi of you high-level martial artists to nourish the rare treasures in the secret realm is simply perfect."

"You—" Xian Tieshou was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

Luo Tianheng didn't even glance at him, turning back to his obsequious smile, bowing and scraping before Luo Mingcheng: "Young Sect Master is right. These pigs being able to serve as medicinal ingredients for the adults of Chenhuang Continent is a blessing they've accumulated over eight lifetimes. Once this secret realm closes, will I be able to return to the sect and settle down here?"

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao listened intently, his teeth chattering.

After all that, it turns out that all those powerful figures in Shengzhou were planted in the ground as green manure by this old bastard.

This is hardly a leader of the righteous path; he's clearly a conscientious, cross-disciplinary old farmer.

Electric Snake Sun stared intently at Luo Tianheng's fawning old face, while Mist Maiden dug her hands deep into the soil below, crimson blood trickling down her fingers.

"Luo Tianheng! You spineless old dog!" Lang Fantian's voice cracked like a broken gong, spitting out blood and saliva. "Those who roam the seas of Shengzhou all respect you as the leader of the righteous path, and you turn around and sell your own kind to these immature little bastards as fertilizer! You're not even as good as an animal!"