76: Chapter 77 A Demonic Being in the Mahayana Stage Transformed into a Construction Foreman? I'll Change It Whatever Master Says!

"Dialysis?" The Old Ancestor didn't understand.

"Simply put, it means throwing out the trash and keeping the essence."

Jiang Chen picked up a bone and drew a sketch on the ground.

"Old man, your spiritual power can control the flow of liquids, right?"

"Yes! My water control technique is unparalleled in the world!"

"Good. Now, I want you to use all your spiritual power to wrap around this pool of blood, and then..."

Jiang Chen made a rotating gesture.

"Spin it! Spin it like a top! The faster, the better!"

"This is called—centrifugal separation!"

Although he didn't understand what centrifugal separation was, Blood Demon Old Ancestor was an obedient patient.

For the sake of breaking through, and to cure his hair loss, he gave it his all!

"Rise!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor let out a roar, and his terrifying cultivation erupted with full force.

"Rumble—!"

The entire Netherworld Blood Sea began to boil.

Millions of tons of blood, carried by spiritual power, rose from the ground to form a massive, high-speed rotating red water tornado in mid-air.

"Faster! Didn't you eat?"

Jiang Chen took a loudspeaker out of his storage bracelet and shouted: "I need three thousand revolutions per minute! Throw all those heavy metals and bacteria to the outer wall for me!"

"Roar—!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor's face turned red and his neck veins bulged; he used every ounce of strength he had.

The rotation speed became faster and faster, and the resulting centrifugal force was simply terrifying.

Gradually, a miraculous scene occurred.

The originally murky, fishy, dark red blood began to separate during the high-speed rotation.

Those black impurities, rotting flesh, and sediments, because of their density, were thrown to the outermost layer, forming a circle of black sludge.

And in the center of the vortex, the original blood actually became clearer and more translucent.

Finally, it turned into a liquid as crystal clear as a ruby, exuding a faint, pleasant fragrance.

It was no longer filthy blood.

It was the purest life energy, with all impurities removed!

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand.

"Suck in the cleanest part in the middle! Quick!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor dared not delay and opened his mouth to inhale.

"Whoosh—"

That cluster of crystal-clear red liquid turned into a long dragon and dove into his mouth.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Boom—!!!"

An unprecedented, violent aura exploded from within Blood Demon Old Ancestor.

Without the obstruction of those impurities and the erosion of toxins, this pure energy was like a bursting dam, breaking through the bottlenecks that had clogged his body for three thousand years with unstoppable force.

The feeling was like someone who had been constipated for three years finally finding relief.

Awesome!

It was so damn good!

"Crack!"

It sounded as if something had shattered.

The tattered blood robe on Blood Demon Old Ancestor instantly burst apart, revealing the muscles underneath that had originally been withered but were now becoming plump and ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On his bald head, a layer of fine black fuzz actually sprouted!

His aura climbed steadily!

Early-stage Mahayana... Mid-stage... It only stopped at the peak of the mid-stage!

Just one mouthful of purified water was worth a thousand years of bitter cultivation!

"Break... broken through?!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor landed, looking at his younger-looking hands and touching his newly grown hair, trembling all over.

He abruptly turned around and looked at Jiang Chen, who was standing there calmly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

What mortal?

What human-shaped fairy medicine?

This was clearly an immortal descended from the upper realm!

A peerless expert who had mastered the truths of the Great Dao!

"Thump!"

This great demon lord, who had roamed the cultivation world for thousands of years, knelt on both knees without hesitation and bowed deeply to Jiang Chen.

"Expert! Miracle doctor! You are my second parent!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor hugged Jiang Chen's thigh and cried like a two-hundred-pound child.

"I was blind before and didn't recognize Mount Tai! From today on, you are my own father... no, you are my Master! This Blood Sea belongs to you from now on!"

Jiang Chen was startled by this sudden grand gesture and quickly took a step back.

"No, no, no, don't call me father; I don't have a son as old as you."

He pulled his leg out with disdain, looking at the underground cave, which was cleaner but still looked eerie and terrifying, and shook his head.

"Since you've called me Master, shouldn't we change this living environment?"

"Change! We must change! Whatever Master says, we will change!" The Old Ancestor was now completely obedient.

"These skull lamps are too hellish; take them down and replace them with neon lights."

"Although this pool of water is clean, it's too monotonous being only red. Go, find some glowing spirit grass and plant it inside; I want a colorful red."

"And that big cauldron for boiling people..."

Jiang Chen pointed to the big pot and rubbed his chin.

"Scrub it clean and turn down the fire."

"We'll convert it into a fully automatic constant-temperature massage bathtub."

"This place will no longer be called the Netherworld Blood Sea."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and set a new theme for this terrifying demon lair.

"From now on, this place shall be called—Netherworld Atlantis Five-Star Resort!"

...

Three thousand feet under the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Originally, this was a gloomy, terrifying demon lair that never saw the light of day.

Human skin dripping with blood hung on the rock walls, white bones were strewn across the floor, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses that could knock a person out.

But now, a massive project called [Old City Renovation] was underway.

"Stop, stop, stop! Old man, is your aesthetic sense still stuck in the Peking Man era?"

Jiang Chen held a thigh bone he had picked up from the ground (using it not only as a pointer but also as a conductor's baton) and pointed at the oil lamps made of human skulls on the ceiling, looking disgusted.

"This kind of hellish decor seriously affects physical and mental health! Do you know what environmental psychology is? Living in a repressed, dark environment for a long time will lead to increased cortisol levels, which in turn causes endocrine disorders, hair loss, and irritability!"

"No wonder you're bald!"

Blood Demon Old Ancestor, who was floating in mid-air and carefully wiping the rock wall with spiritual power, heard this and subconsciously touched his own head, which had just sprouted a few tufts of fuzz, and shivered in fear.

"Master is right to reprimand me! Then... then in Master's opinion, how should we change it?"

At this moment, where was any of the majesty of the Mahayana-stage demon lord left in Blood Demon Old Ancestor?

He had changed his blood robe into a grey short-sleeved outfit he had scavenged from somewhere, with his sleeves rolled up high, looking just like a construction foreman who had just entered the city.

"Let there be light!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand.

"But it can't be that sickly green light like ghost fire. It needs to be warm! It needs to be colorful! It needs to be cyberpunk!"

"Cyber... cyberpunk?" The Old Ancestor was confused.

"It means grinding glowing spirit stones into powder, stuffing them into transparent crystal tubes, and then using your spiritual fire to burn them into various shapes!"

Jiang Chen drew a sketch on the ground: "Here, give me a big sign for a bathhouse! It needs to be pink! And it needs to flash!"

"Understood!"

Although the Old Ancestor didn't understand why he needed a pink sign, Master's words were an imperial decree.

He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and several top-grade fluorescent stones instantly turned into powder and drilled into several hollow crystal tubes.

Immediately after, the terrifying infant fire of the Void Refining stage precisely controlled the temperature, burning the crystal tubes until they were soft, then bending and shaping them.

In less than half an incense stick of time, a huge neon sign emitting an ambiguous pink light hung prominently on the gloomy cave ceiling.

Several dragon-and-phoenix-like characters shone brightly in the darkness—[Netherworld Grand Hotel · Bath and Sauna One-Stop Service].