61: Chapter 61 Blood Coagulation Seed, Controlling Life and Death!

Deep in the Mass Grave, the night wind stirred up a few withered leaves.

Fan Zhiyuan's corpse leaned against the stone wall, his eyes wide open, and the shocking blood hole in his chest was still oozing dark red liquid.

He was dead.

No one could have imagined that the usually majestic Commander of the Demon Suppression Division would end up dying at the hands of an unknown little jailer.

Chen Ran stood quietly in place, not rushing to touch the corpse, but closed his eyes to carefully sense the movements around him.

After confirming that there were no other living people within a hundred zhang, he slowly turned around.

"Come out."

Chen Ran's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in the empty Mass Grave.

Behind an old locust tree dozens of steps away, Jiang Mengli's figure slowly emerged.

Her expression was complex as she looked at the man before her, whose Devilish Qi was overwhelming.

From the moment Fan Zhiyuan fell, she had been completely plunged into confusion.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the trees onto Jiang Mengli's face; that stunningly beautiful face was now as pale as paper.

She looked at Chen Ran, her lips slightly parted, but she could not say a word.

Chen Ran ignored her strange behavior and walked straight to Fan Zhiyuan's corpse.

He crouched down, extended his right hand, and aimed his palm at Fan Zhiyuan's shriveled chest.

The next moment.

Crimson True Qi gushed out from Chen Ran's palm, like countless fine blood threads, instantly piercing into the interior of Fan Zhiyuan's corpse.

Jiang Mengli's pupils constricted sharply.

She watched helplessly as Fan Zhiyuan's relatively intact corpse, under the shroud of the crimson True Qi, rapidly withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh dissolved, and bones collapsed.

In just a few breaths, the Physical Body of a fifth-rank expert, along with his clothes, was completely melted into a pool of dark red blood.

Immediately after, the blood surged backward, drilling into Chen Ran's body through his palm.

"Hiss—"

Jiang Mengli couldn't help but gasp, a chill shooting from the soles of her feet straight to her crown.

Blood Transformation Great Art!

She recognized this Cultivation Technique; it was an extremely ferocious evil art in the Jianghu, and those who practiced it often underwent drastic personality changes and became addicted to killing.

Every Martial Artist who practiced this technique would inevitably suffer from Qi Deviation.

But Chen Ran's expression was too calm.

He didn't even blink, as if he had just done something insignificant, and even had the leisure to brush the dust off his hands.

"How is this possible..."

This thought flashed through Jiang Mengli's mind, and her body subconsciously stepped back half a step.

She finally understood how ridiculous her previous attempts to recruit this man had been.

How could someone who could effortlessly kill a fifth-rank commander and swallow a corpse without changing his expression be manipulated by her little tricks?

Chen Ran stood up.

He could feel that the Crimson Blood within him had grown slightly stronger.

The Qi and blood of a fifth-rank expert were indeed abundant; although much was lost, the remaining essence was worth more than half a month of his hard practice of the Blood Transformation Great Art.

As expected of a Jianghu Demonic Technique, the effect was just that simple and brutal.

"This Cultivation Technique is actually more useful than I imagined."

Chen Ran evaluated it inwardly, then raised his head, his gaze crossing the distance of a dozen steps and landing on Jiang Mengli.

With just this one look, that terrifying Evil Qi rushed towards her.

Jiang Mengli felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; she subconsciously tensed her body, and the remaining few bits of True Qi in her body circulated frantically, trying to find a chance to escape.

But she knew very well in her heart that facing Chen Ran at this moment, she didn't even have a one-in-ten chance of winning.

"Run, but where can I run to?"

"Have you seen enough?"

Chen Ran spoke, his voice calm.

He walked towards Jiang Mengli step by step.

"You... what do you want to do?" Jiang Mengli forced herself to calm down, but her voice carried an undisguisable tremor.

Chen Ran stopped three steps in front of her, looking down at her from a commanding position.

"Fan Zhiyuan is dead."

"I know."

"You saw it too."

"I..." Jiang Mengli swallowed hard, "I saw nothing."

A curve appeared on the corner of Chen Ran's mouth, but there was no smile in it.

"Your Highness, I don't like to listen to nonsense."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Mengli's heart sank to the bottom.

"We can cooperate." Jiang Mengli gritted her teeth, trying to offer chips, "As long as you let me go, the Red Lotus Demonic Cult will never treat you badly. Whatever Cultivation Technique or resources you want, I can give you..."

"Do you think I lack those things?"

Jiang Mengli was speechless.

That's right, a freak who could practice the Blood Transformation Great Art to such a degree, how could he lack Cultivation Techniques?

"Then what do you want?" Jiang Mengli's voice was a bit dry.

Chen Ran didn't answer directly, but slowly raised his right hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of dark red blood light quietly condensed, like a swimming blood snake, exuding a heart-palpitating dangerous aura.

"You have seen my secret, so you must pay the price."

Chen Ran's voice was as cold as ice: "I only give you two paths."

"First, I will send you to meet Lord Fan Zhiyuan."

Jiang Mengli's breath hitched; she did not doubt for a moment that Chen Ran would kill her.

"And the second?"

"Second, accept my Restriction and obey me from now on."

As his voice fell, the atmosphere around them instantly dropped to freezing point.

Jiang Mengli stared fixedly at that wisp of blood light, humiliation, unwillingness, and struggle flashing in her eyes.

As a descendant of the Great Zhou royal family and the Saintess of the Red Lotus Demonic Cult, she was born high and mighty. Even when imprisoned, she had never bowed her head to anyone.

But now, this man wanted to take her as a slave.

"Must you go this far?" She bit her lower lip, almost biting it until it bled, "I swear, I will never say a word about tonight. If you are worried, I can..."

"I don't believe in oaths."

Chen Ran interrupted her, raising his right hand slightly, the blood light intensifying, "I only believe in dead people, or... people completely under my control."

He didn't give Jiang Mengli any more time to consider: "Choose."

A cold wind blew by, bringing a biting chill.

Jiang Mengli closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

A moment later, she helplessly dropped her shoulders, and her originally arrogant head finally lowered before this little jailer.

"I... choose the second path."

Chen Ran's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this.

He bit his tongue to draw heart blood, and that wisp of blood light instantly turned into a streak of red light.

This was a special control method of the Blood Transformation Great Art, which could condense a Blood Seed through tongue blood; anyone who was hit by the Blood Seed would have their life completely controlled by the user.

Chen Ran suspended that drop of bright red blood at his fingertips and slowly spoke:

"Open your mouth."

Jiang Mengli had no choice but to comply, slightly opening her mouth.

Chen Ran pressed his palm down, and the next moment, that drop of blood followed into her mouth and integrated into her body.

"Ugh—"

Jiang Mengli let out a muffled groan, only feeling an extremely cold Qi energy flowing down along her Meridians, directly occupying the area near her heart pulse.

A few minutes later,

"Cough... cough cough."

Jiang Mengli covered her throat and coughed a few times.

At this moment, her chest was churning, a feeling of having completely lost her defenses.

In her perception, as long as the other party had a single thought, that blood hidden in her heart would explode, and her heart pulse would be instantly severed.

"This Restriction will not affect you normally; as long as you behave yourself, it will not act up."

Chen Ran looked at Jiang Mengli, who had been placed under the Restriction, his tone softening slightly.

His long hair slowly fell down, and his entire temperament transformed from a Devil Head into an ordinary person within a few breaths, the aura of his cultivation also dissipating and disappearing.

Jiang Mengli's pupils shrank slightly.

"What a brilliant breath-concealing Cultivation Technique; no wonder I didn't notice it before."

From her perspective, Chen Ran had now returned to the appearance of a jailer, with no trace of cultivation visible at all.

Chen Ran put his hands behind his back, tied up his long hair that was draped to his shoulders, and spoke casually:

"Speaking of which, I happen to be missing a maid to take care of my daily life; from now on, that will be your job."

Jiang Mengli looked up abruptly.

A maid?

She, the dignified Red Lotus Saintess, actually had to be a maid for a jailer?!

Jiang Mengli's face flushed red, her eyes full of shame and anger, but because of the Restriction near her heart pulse, she couldn't even say a word of rebuttal.

Chen Ran looked at her shy and angry appearance and didn't provoke her any further.

The change in their status was too great, and he guessed that this Saintess couldn't adapt for a while.

...

At the same time.

Outside the Celestial Prison, flames soared into the sky.

The sounds of fighting had gradually subsided.

Red Lotus Demonic Cult Hall Master Pei Jiu stood in the ruins, his chest heaving violently, his face gloomy, his robe already soaked in blood.

Lying before him were several corpses; the Demon Suppression Division commanders who had just been fighting fiercely with him had all lost their life aura.

He had just used a secret technique, which allowed him to forcibly break through the defense line in the fastest time.

But the result made him almost vomit blood from anger.

The Cell Block D was empty, and he had even checked the surroundings.

But that Fan Zhiyuan seemed to have evaporated into thin air, disappearing without a trace along with his men.

"Hall Master! We can't keep searching!"

A member of the Demonic Cult ran over stumbling, looking anxious, "The reinforcements of the Demon Suppression Division have already sealed off the perimeter. If we don't leave now, the brothers will all be finished here!"

Pei Jiu clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedding into his flesh.

He had planned for so long, even at the cost of exposing his hidden agents, but although he had clearly won the local battle, he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Saintess.

This feeling of frustration, like punching cotton, made him extremely irritable.

"Retreat!"

Pei Jiu gritted his teeth, squeezed out the word from between his teeth, and quickly disappeared into the night with the remaining men.