261: Chapter 261 Descendant of the True King?

The air was thick with the stench of blood and lingering demonic energy, resembling a battlefield that had just endured a Shura-like slaughter.

The dozen or so survivors were almost all injured, their auras withered, and their faces etched with the exhaustion of surviving a disaster and lingering fear.

When they saw the surrounding vines wither and the black mist dissipate,

though they didn't know why, the wild joy of escaping death instantly overrode their fatigue, and uncontrollable expressions of delight appeared on their faces.

"We... we can get out?!"

"The black mist is gone! The path is open!"

"We lived... we survived!"

Nothing was more exhilarating than seeing the hope of survival after experiencing such a tragic and bloody battle.

However, this joy of surviving the disaster lasted only for a few breaths.

Almost all the heavenly prides looked toward the center of the area in unison.

At the four main vines, except for the end of the eastern main vine which was empty,

in the remaining three directions—West, South, and North—there still floated a yimu spirit heart emitting an alluring emerald green luster!

Greed, desire, and the obsession with "spoils of war" after paying a heavy price

instantly suppressed the relief they had just felt and the grief over their fallen companions.

Rank seven resources!

Top-tier treasures enough to drive any martial artist mad!

Without needing a single word, the remaining dozen or so heavenly prides immediately lunged frantically toward the positions of the three remaining spirit hearts!

A small-scale, but destined to be even more brutal, second slaughter was instantly ignited!

However, this struggle was not evenly distributed.

The western and southern main vine areas were quickly occupied by the two figures with the most powerful auras—Xiong Da of the Icefield Bear Clan and Xuan Gui of the Black Tortoise Clan!

They were powerful themselves, ranked on the heavenly pride ranking, and had one or two remaining followers who were either loyal or fearful.

They easily intimidated the other survivors who wanted to lay a finger on these two spirit hearts.

Most heavenly prides tactfully turned toward the seemingly "empty" northern side.

However, they never expected that what awaited them on the northern side was not an empty spirit heart, but an existence perhaps even more terrifying than Xiong Da and Xuan Shan combined!

The northern area.

A graceful figure in white stood quietly beneath the floating emerald spirit heart; it was Su Liuli.

The dark red long whip in her hand had already disappeared, replaced by a hideous long whip that was an eerie blood-red color, as if forged from solidified blood, with countless pained faces faintly struggling on its body!

The moment the blood whip appeared, a thick, inseparable bloody baleful aura erupted!

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the temperature plummeted!

"A spirit weapon?!!"

The pupils of the Storm Winged Person at the front constricted, and his scream was filled with unbelievable horror!

"How can she activate a spirit weapon without paying a price?! Is she a... True King Descendant?!"

To be able to use a spirit weapon at this realm without appearing hindered, there was only one possibility—she possessed the bloodline of a True King, and by relying on bloodline resonance, she could barely borrow a trace of the spirit weapon's power!

This seemingly weak human woman was actually a hidden True King Descendant?!

However, it was too late for their shock and fear.

The last trace of laziness and warmth in Su Liuli's eyes completely vanished, turning into a frozen, blood-colored killing intent.

She flicked her wrist gently.

That blood-red, hideous long whip let out a low hum of delight.

Where the whip shadows passed, there was no grand commotion, only phantoms of incredibly enchanting blood-colored roses blooming out of thin air!

Each rose accurately stamped toward a lunging heavenly pride.

The speed was so fast it exceeded their limits of reaction!

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The sounds of blades entering flesh and bones shattering rang out like dense raindrops!

In the blink of an eye, the seven or eight heavenly prides of various clans who had lunged toward the north fell like harvested wheat!

Without exception, all died miserable deaths, their blood completely sucked dry!

Su Liuli stood with her whip, her moon-white robes spotless.

Only that blood-colored long whip seemed a few shades more enchanting, emitting a thick scent of blood.

Su Liuli flicked her wrist, and the tip of the "Bloodthirsty Spirit Whip" in her hand curled flexibly, firmly grasping the emerald yimu spirit heart at the end of the northern main vine and bringing it back to her hand.

She didn't look closely; with a faint flash of light, the second spirit heart was also put away.

Then, her cold eyes, which carried a hint of indescribable eeriness, slowly turned toward the distant west and south.

A quarter of an hour later.

Su Liuli nodded slightly with satisfaction and put both spirit hearts into her Storage Ring.

Her white sleeves brushed lightly as she turned and walked with unhurried steps toward the outskirts of the forest revealed after the black mist dissipated.

Her figure soon disappeared into the shadows of the vines that were gradually becoming sparse.

In the center of the forest, the massive bodies of Xuan Gui and Xiong Da were withered, their eyes filled with terror.

It was as if they had seen something incredible.

...

The next day. Underground space.

On the ground, Qin Yan's outstretched fingers twitched slightly and unconsciously in his coma.

Immediately after, he felt an itchy, slightly cool sensation on the tip of his nose, as if some small object was lightly jumping and poking at it.

His heavy eyelids struggled, slowly opening a crack.

His blurred vision gradually focused.

What came into view was not the expected darkness or vines.

But a strange, pitch-black seed with a faint, dark luster flowing on its surface!

It was jumping up and down on his nose bridge, having a great time, seemingly full of curiosity about this "protrusion."

Qin Yan: "!!!"

He jolted awake, almost leaping up from the ground!

The movement aggravated his injuries, making him grimace in pain.

But his eyes were fixed firmly on that black seed which had been startled off his nose by his sudden movement and was now lying quietly on the ground, "playing dead."

His heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Seeing that the seed remained motionless on the ground, Qin Yan ignored the strange seed for the time being.

Instead, he fumbled out a small jade bottle from his person.

Pulling out the cork, he poured out a longan-sized, emerald green pill that emitted a crisp medicinal fragrance and a weak spiritual light.

Rank three healing spirit pill—rejuvenation pill!

This was one of the healing pills he had exchanged from the school's exchange office using some academic credits before he left.

Its quality was superior among rank three healing pills; the medicinal effect was gentle but long-lasting, having miraculous effects on both internal and external injuries.

He had originally wanted to bring more types of pills to be fully prepared.

Such as the "Clear Spirit Powder" for detoxification, or the "Blood Burning Pill" for temporary potential outbursts, and so on.

But due to limited space on his person, after weighing his options, he only brought the most practical and versatile healing pills and a small amount of qi and blood pills.

In the crisis-ridden Canglin Ancient Peak, nothing was more important than preserving one's life and quickly recovering combat power.