87: Li Yi's response reignites the bloody battle.

Qingyun Sect, Spirit Beast Peak.

When Murong Xue sat before Li Yi again, Li Yi felt his head throbbing.

"Junior Sister Murong, I beg you, it’s been a month now. I’ve told you everything I can tell you. Just let me off," Li Yi said, distressed.

According to his old temper, he would have slapped her long ago, but he couldn't now. He was already over eighty years old; he couldn't act like a young person.

"Li Yi, I know everything you've said, but I want to hear what I don't know," Murong Xue said.

"Seriously, Grandmother, listen to what you're saying." Li Yi was speechless, his tone slightly exasperated. "What do you mean, you want to hear what you don't know? I told you, this is all I know."

"Do you think I believe you?" Murong Xue asked, watching Li Yi's expression.

"Believe it or not." Li Yi finished speaking and prepared to leave.

But before he could walk out, Murong Xue stopped Li Yi: "If you dare to leave, I dare to scream!"

Li Yi’s eye twitched, and he cursed inwardly in every way imaginable.

She was over eighty years old and still pulling this stunt on him... "Fine!" Li Yi gave a thumbs-up. "Murong Xue, you're awesome! You win!"

Li Yi reluctantly sat back down in the chair and asked in a flat tone, "What do you want to ask? Just ask."

"What is the reason?" Murong raised two fingers. "And why did he comprehend the Third Stage of Sword Intent after only being inducted for less than a year?"

Seeing Murong Xue raise two fingers yet ask five questions, Li Yi’s mouth twitched violently.

Good heavens, he thought he was shameless enough, but he hadn't realized Murong Xue had such potential too.

Li Yi thought for a moment, pondered briefly, and said, "The reason is actually very simple: I don't want him to be like me; I don't want him to follow my old path."

"As for the Sword Dao comprehension you mentioned, I truly don't know. Perhaps Jiang Yan is naturally strong in comprehending the outside world."

Li Yi's answer was partial. Not wanting Jiang Yan to follow him was certainly true, but as for anything extra, he really couldn't answer.

As for that Sword Dao comprehension, after Jiang Yan walked out of Junior Martial Uncle Lan’s Small Courtyard, he discovered the rudimentary form of the Sword Dao, but at that time, he didn't dare to even consider that possibility.

But he found a very good excuse for Jiang Yan: that his level of comprehension regarding the Cultivation World was higher than theirs.

"Li Yi, do you really find it interesting to deceive me with these words?" Murong Xue asked with a cold face.

"Look, you asked me to speak, and I spoke, but after I finished, you decided it wasn't right," Li Yi said helplessly.

Just as Murong Xue was about to press Li Yi further, a beautiful young girl rushed in hastily.

Li Yi was surprised to see the newcomer, but before he could speak, the girl respectfully said, "Greetings, Senior Martial Uncle Li."

"Xiaoxiao, why did you come here?" Murong Xue asked.

"Little Aunt Master, Grandpa Peak Revered Master asked me to find you. It seems to be related to the Fire Cloud Sect," Murong Xiaoxiao quickly replied.

Hearing that her Revered Master was looking for her, Murong Xue glanced at Li Yi: "I'll let you off today. I'll give you three days. Make sure you've fabricated a good answer before you answer my questions again."

Seeing Murong Xue leave, Li Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then looked at Murong Xiaoxiao: "Little Lass, I haven't seen you in two years. Do you miss your Senior Martial Uncle?"

"Miss you, my foot! You Old Scoundrel are terrible," Murong Xiaoxiao made a face, turned around, and followed Murong Xue.

Li Yi’s mouth twitched, thinking, "Neither Mother and Daughter is easy to deal with."

Following Murong Xue's departure, Li Yi looked out the window and began playing with the blood bodhi.

"Jiang Yan... I hope you can understand your Revered Master's choice. If you can't return, then that Crystal will tell you the answer in your heart on your Revered Master's behalf."

Seven days later, at the Blood Cloud Sect Plaza.

As the challenges for the Newly Promoted Blood Sons proceeded, this year's New Blood Son was quickly determined.

Regarding the New Blood Son's high profile, the Blood Sons who were about to be challenged showed no surprise, as not every Blood Son was a Monster like Ye Qingfeng, Lu Xing, and Su Chen.

"This year's grouping is quite interesting," Ruan Yuanlong said.

"Have the groups been decided?" Zhou Ling asked.

"Yes, the groups were already decided when the New Blood Son was born," Ruan Yuanlong said, holding a light blue Crystal.

"Quick, let us see," Qiu Yueshuang urged.

As Ruan Yuanlong projected the groupings on the Crystal into mid-air, Ye Qingfeng and the others looked over.

Ye Qingfeng's face instantly darkened when he saw that he was on the same team as the Four-Victory Blood Son.

"Lord Ye, if the Four-Victory Blood Son isn't challenged today, it's very likely to be Gu Mingfeng," Jiang Qiong said.

Ye Qingfeng did not speak, his gaze falling upon Lu Xing and Su Chen.

He never expected that in this year's Blood Son Battle, Su Chen would actually be grouped with Lu Xing.

"Excellent, I really like this year's grouping," Lu Xing said, smiling at Ye Qingfeng.

Lu Xing's meaning was clearly expressed: he was telling Ye Qingfeng that he shouldn't even dream of taking first place this year.

"Ah, Lu Xing, don't speak too soon. Take a look at the later groupings," Ye Qingfeng said with a smile.

When they saw the third group, everyone's expressions were quite unusual, because this group directly tied the Eighth Victory Blood Disciple, the Nine Victories Blood Disciple, and the Ten Victories Blood Disciples together.

And the fourth group was even more terrifying, grouping the Seven Victories Blood Son, Six Victories Blood Son, and Five Victories Blood Son into one group.

Ye Qingfeng happily said, "Lu Xing, it remains to be seen who will win."

And Jiang Yan, who was standing nearby, looked at Ye Qingfeng expressionlessly.

As if being targeted by a certain gaze, Ye Qingfeng turned back to look at Jiang Yan. As their eyes met, sparks seemed to fly.

"Lu Xing, this year's dog seems very arrogant," Ye Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

Lu Xing did not speak, but instead looked towards Su Linglong, hoping she understood Su Chen's importance this year.

"Your mouth stinks," Jiang Yan sneered coldly. "Don't worry, tomorrow I will let you know exactly how a Mad Dog bites you to death."

"Just you?" Ye Qingfeng looked disdainful. He completely disregarded Su Chen, as he didn't believe Su Chen had that capability. "Don't forget, I'm not your only opponent tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter. If anyone blocks my path, I will clear them away," Jiang Yan said, then turned and flew toward Blood Heavy Peak.

Hearing Su Chen's audacious words, Lü Dong clenched his fist, a fierce smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Su Linglong, I imagine you must hate that kid quite a bit, right?" Ye Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"My business is none of yours!" Su Linglong replied with a strong attitude.

"Of course I don't want to interfere, but when facing Su Chen, some people might have difficulty choosing sides," Ye Qingfeng said mockingly, his gaze directed at Lu Xing.

"Don't worry, our Linglong knows her limits," Yu Kejiao said.

"Hmph..." Ye Qingfeng merely gave a faint cold snort, his gaze involuntarily shifting toward Lü Dong.

In his view, the grievances surrounding this Blood Son Battle were too heavy. If he couldn't get first place, he would thoroughly muddy the waters, and then, by entering last, he could Reap the Benefits of the Conflict.

"Linglong, come to my Separate Courtyard tonight. I have something to tell you," Lu Xing instructed, then vanished into mid-air.

Seeing this chaotic scene, Chen Feng's mouth curled up, revealing a mysterious smile.

As everyone left one by one, Jiang Qiong sighed. As an uninvolved person, he felt that many people might die in this Blood Son Battle, or perhaps only one person.

"Let's go," Zhou Ling said, patting Jiang Qiong's shoulder. "Some things are unavoidable, especially since the Candidate really dislikes Ye Qingfeng."

Jiang Qiong nodded, and he and Zhou Ling left the Plaza's sky.

They weren't concerned about the Blood Son challenges below, as the strength of the Lower-Ranked Blood Sons this year was truly mediocre.

If they dared to enter the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, they would only serve as Cannon Fodder.

At night, Jiang Yan sat in the Small Courtyard, waiting for information.

Although he could guess Lu Xing's intentions, he was completely unafraid. As long as Lu Xing and Ye Qingfeng didn't band together, he could defeat them one by one.

As for Su Linglong, Lü Dong, and Yu Kejiao, he didn't even consider them a threat.

Just as he was thinking about who he should start killing tomorrow, Lü Yue slowly walked into the Small Courtyard.

"Blood Disciple Su, how did you guess?" Lü Yue asked curiously.

"Lu Xing's eyes already betrayed him," Jiang Yan replied calmly.

"I see," Lü Yue said with a smile. "You guessed correctly. Su Linglong has already gone to Lu Xing's Separate Courtyard, and he plans to use you up, then help Su Linglong get rid of you."

Having received the confirmed information, Jiang Yan slowly stood up, looked toward the Blood Sword Pool, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.