307: Blood Slaughter Technique in Hand

“My brain hasn't been quite right lately. Should I scoop it out and wash it…?”

After landing in front of Bai Jun, Chen Heng rubbed his temples.

The Self-Transformation Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Body truly had a significant impact on his mind; he needed to find a way to improve his mental fortitude.

Otherwise, one day he wouldn't be able to control himself and would start a massacre.

“Big Brother Chen… what are you carrying in your hand?” Bai Jun asked, looking at the seven spines in Chen Heng’s hand.

“Ah, those Tribulation Crossing Experts and some two thousand others were all killed by me.”

Throwing the seven spines, still attached to heads, onto the ground, Chen Heng went over to Hua Luandao.

“Old man, what Cultivation Technique were you using earlier?”

“I’m quite interested in it.”

Chen Heng was never picky about Cultivation Techniques; as long as it could make him stronger, he dared to try anything on himself.

Not to mention, he was even quite interested in the so-called Way of Reaching Heaven now.

Just because others couldn't use it didn't mean he couldn't. If it really didn't work, couldn't he just use it after Optimization?

“Hmm, ah?” Hua Luandao, covered in blood, hadn't quite recovered yet. He looked up at Chen Heng, who looked even more ferocious than him, and was stunned for a moment.

“Bai Jun, was this old man’s head damaged?”

Seeing Hua Luandao’s reaction, Chen Heng turned to look at Bai Jun.

“Big Brother Chen, you don’t even have Spiritual Qi. Elder Hua’s Cultivation Technique is definitely not something you can use.”

Bai Jun scratched his head, looking a bit troubled.

He had actually always wanted to teach Chen Heng how to Cultivate, but one thing after another came up, and he never had the time.

“Spiritual Qi, you mean this stuff?” Chen Heng extended a finger, condensing Spiritual Qi at its tip.

“This!?” Hua Luandao’s eyes widened instantly. He ignored his injuries and scrambled to grab Chen Heng’s finger.

“Such pure Spiritual Power, a Genius, this is a Genius!”

“The only drawback is that the quantity is too small. How long have you been Cultivating?”

“Cultivating?” Chen Heng thought for a moment. Including the time spent devouring, it should be about five or six minutes?

“Five minutes?”

“?” Hua Luandao looked up at Chen Heng, who had six arms, a question mark slowly appearing above his head.

“Wait, I might have misheard. Five months or five years?”

“No, five minutes.” Chen Heng frowned, wondering if Luo Shuo’s black phoenix essence blood could cure brains.

Otherwise, the Cultivation Technique on this old man would be wasted.

It was rare to encounter such a suitable Cultivation Technique.

“Five minutes!?” Hua Luandao let out a shriek and jumped up, then turned around and burst into laughter.

“Heaven has eyes! My Blood Slaughter Art has found its successor!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Chen Heng glanced at Hua Luandao, who was no different from a madman, then turned to look at Bai Jun.

Bai Jun naturally understood the confusion in Chen Heng’s eyes, and he fully comprehended it.

Of course, besides Bai Jun and Hua Luandao, everyone else present dared not look directly at Chen Heng.

Everyone had seen Chen Heng’s brutal appearance just now, and even Qiu Yongling’s gaze was somewhat evasive.

Wielding a spine with a human head attached and rampaging, along with the sea of blood that had devoured over two thousand people… all of this indicated to everyone that Chen Heng was absolutely not someone to be trifled with.

“How did Junior Brother Bai get to know this… Senior?”

A True Immortal Sect Disciple originally wanted to call Chen Heng ‘God of Slaughter,’ but on second thought, this person had just saved them, so calling him that didn't seem right.

“I don’t know, is that Senior Brother’s surname Bai?” A young girl who looked quite young blinked as she looked at Bai Jun.

“Oh right, I forgot you joined after Junior Brother Bai.” Patting his forehead, that True Immortal Sect Disciple felt his brain might have been damaged.

“You two, keep your voices down. That Senior doesn’t seem like someone with a good temper.”

As the two were still whispering, a middle-aged man who looked quite old spoke up to remind them.

“Didn’t you see that those Tribulation Crossing Experts couldn’t even survive a single move against him? If you don’t want to die, shut your mouths.”

“Alright, alright.” The two quickly shut up, and also shifted their butts backward a bit.

“But that Senior’s Spiritual Power is pitifully small, similar to mine…”

“Shut up!”

“Oh…”

…“Let me explain.” Qiu Yongling glanced at Hua Luandao, who was still laughing heartily despite blood gushing from him, and walked over to Chen Heng to explain.

“Actually, Elder Hua wasn’t originally from the True Immortal Sect.”

“What he mainly Cultivated wasn’t the True Immortal Sect’s Cultivation Technique either, but a Demonic Technique of the Evil Path called the Blood Slaughter Art.”

“Elder Hua searched for a long time for someone who could inherit the Blood Slaughter Art, but no one in the sect was willing to Cultivate a Demonic Technique.”

“After all, the Blood Slaughter Art has a very bad reputation in the Jianghu of the Xuanmen, basically considered one of the most evil ones.”

Qiu Yongling didn't have the heart to say words like ‘rat crossing the street.’

“And the biggest reason for the Blood Slaughter Art’s bad reputation is Elder Hua himself.”

“He relied on the Blood Slaughter Art to kill many Disciples from prominent sects. The reason goes without saying.”

“Old man, come here.” Chen Heng waved at Hua Luandao, and at the same time, took some black phoenix essence blood from Luo Shuo.

“Bai Jun, give that kid Luo Shuo some more blood and qi replenishing pills. He’s been out of it for several days.”

After stuffing a handful of blood and qi replenishing pills into Luo Shuo’s mouth, Chen Heng turned and said to Bai Jun.

“Okay.” Bai Jun nodded, and immediately began to hand-roll Medicinal Pills.

“You’re Hua Luandao, right?” Pressing Hua Luandao to the ground, Chen Heng sat facing him.

“I want your Blood Slaughter Art. Name your price.”

Chen Heng would not take advantage of having saved the True Immortal Sect to plunder. The True Immortal Sect was, after all, Bai Jun’s happy home, and he still had to give him Face.

“What’s there to it? If you want it, I’ll give it to you!”

Hua Luandao was unexpectedly generous, directly pulling out a somewhat tattered but still clean Cultivation Technique from his bosom.

“Uh, do you need me to teach you? Although this thing isn’t very difficult, it still takes some time to get started.”

Hua Luandao rubbed his hands, trying to get closer to Chen Heng.

“No need, I’ll just do it myself.”

Chen Heng naturally wouldn't directly Cultivate the Blood Slaughter Art. Why leave those thousand-plus Optimization chances unused?

Moreover, things after Optimization were definitely better than before Optimization.

The Blood Slaughter Art itself had a good foundation; it could be said to be among the top-tier Cultivation Techniques.

Chen Heng was already looking forward to the Blood Slaughter Art after Optimization.