164: Source Blood

Nitan Mountain Range.

Clang—

A killing Sword Qi sliced through the Void Realm, and a crocodile-like Strange Beast was cut into two, its blood gurgling out, instantly dyeing the entire lake surface crimson.

The Sword Qi changed direction, and a blooming white flower from the lake fell into his palm.

Le Xiaoyao’s face showed a hint of a smile: “Senior Sister, this world is indeed full of Heaven And Earth Treasure.

There are large patches of Moon Lotus growing here.

Outside, this is a rare commodity.”

Qian Ya, on the other hand, made a suction force appear in her palm, and threads of refined blood Qi surged from the lake, gathering into a ball at her fingertips.

The blood bead merged into her fingertips, transforming into a cool sensation that rushed into the Supreme Bone in her chest.

Immediately, the Supreme Bone shimmered slightly, as if it had consumed a powerful tonic.

Qian Ya’s face showed joy: “In this world, the quality of Witch Blood must be very high; even within Strange Beasts, there is a trace of Witch Blood.”

Similar to consuming vital blood to summon Strange Beasts, Witch Blood is also a source of energy for the Supreme Bone.

Aside from the vital blood nurtured and born within oneself, external Witch Blood can also accelerate the growth of the Supreme Bone.

The two of them stopped and went, killing many Strange Beasts and collecting a vast amount of Heaven And Earth Treasure along the way.

Gradually, the path became clearer, showing traces of human passage.

Suddenly, a commotion came from a distance.

The two exchanged glances, concealed their aura, and quietly approached.

They saw hundreds of bare-chested Witch Clan men in a muddy swamp, clutching steel ropes as thick as bowls, covering a giant frog-like Strange Beast in the center of the mud with a huge steel net.

As the giant frog beast struggled, Witch Clan youths were occasionally thrown off, some even smashed to death.

Beside them, a youth in luxurious clothes lay on a chair, watching with cold eyes.

“Young Lord, with this Nine-Eyed Frog Beast captured, the ingredients for the City Lord’s birthday celebration will be complete,” a middle-aged man with a goatee said fawningly.

“Hmm… they’re all just commoners, unreliable in their work; I, this Young Lord, have to personally come to supervise…”

Yun Man didn’t even lift his eyelids.

Suddenly.

Rip—

A pink frog tongue extended from the net, piercing through seven or eight Witch Clan men like a sharp sword, blood mixed with organs splattering everywhere, scaring many into letting go, and the net quickly fell off.

“These good-for-nothings.

When we go back, I, this Young Lord, will feed them to the Three-Eyed Wolf Beasts.”

Yun Man cursed angrily, and just as he was about to get up, two figures darted out.

One tiny figure of a girl suddenly unleashed a punch, instantly sending the attacking Nine-Eyed Frog Beast flying, crashing into the mud, splashing mud everywhere, and bubbling as it sank to the bottom.

“What powerful strength… the Bloodline quality of this woman must be very high.

The probability of giving birth to powerful offspring is very high…”

A hint of greed flashed in Yun Man’s eyes, but a smile bloomed on his face as he stepped forward to greet them: “Thank you for your assistance.

Which tribe are the two of you Prodigies from, out for training?

Let’s get acquainted; I am Yun Man, the Young Lord of Yunwu City.”

Yun Man was very confident.

Yunwu City was the largest city within a ten-thousand-mile radius, with a population exceeding several hundred thousand.

‘Prodigy…’ Qian Ya’s eyes flickered.

It was naturally impossible to enter the Secret Realm without any information.

Thanks to the exploration of the Elders within their sect.

Information such as the ten royal clans of the Witch Clan, the major main cities, and their languages were all recorded.

A Prodigy is the most promising youth of a tribe.

The Witch Clan believes in training in the Great Wilderness to temper their Bloodline.

This lays the Foundation for inheriting the position of Clan Chief in the future.

Qian Ya had naturally prepared her words, pointing to the setting sun in the west: “My name is Qian Ya, and this is my younger brother, Qian Le. We siblings come from the distant west…”

“The west, could it be Tian Zhu City…” Yun Man filled in the blanks in his mind.

Tian Zhu City holds a special status; above it is the Sky Palace.

Under the rule of the ten royal clans, a vast number of Geniuses gather there.

Qian Ya pretended to be profound, revealing an indescribable smile.

A mix of truth and falsehood is what makes one most unfathomable.

“I invite the two of you to accompany me to Yunwu City, so I can fulfill my duties as a host.”

“Very well, my brother and I have been traveling through the Great Wilderness and need to enter a city for supplies.”

...On the other side.

A gigantic stone pillar, reaching straight into the sky, came into view, with clouds encircling its middle, faintly revealing many Witch Clan people riding flying Strange Beasts, moving in and out.

The higher one went, the stronger the aura of the Witch Clan people became.

Clearly, this was a city with distinct Ranks.

“Tian Zhu City is divided into five levels… above the fifth level is the Sky Palace…”

Gu Changsheng looked up, a purple glint in his eyes.

A massive temple, appearing as if carved from white jade, came into view, its surface engraved with countless strange Strange Beasts.

“First, I need to find a way to blend into the city, then slowly plan…”

Gu Changsheng’s figure flickered, and he darted into the distance.

Deep in the forest.

A Witch Clan warrior, peeing against the wind, hummed a tune.

Suddenly, a figure flashed past him from behind.

Accompanied by rustling sounds of gnawing, Gu Changsheng quietly took his place, digesting the soul-searching information.

‘Silver Armored Hunter, Pan Jia… one of a three-person team… roughly equivalent to an external ranger organization… not bad, barely one Rank above the lowest level of slaves.’

In the distance, a Witch Clan warrior riding a Ground Dragon Strange Beast cursed: “Damn it, Pan Jia, isn’t this kid done yet?

He’s usually so fast when killing Strange Beasts and snatching loot.”

Beside him, a Witch Clan woman with exaggerated chest muscles smoked a dark green pipe, caressing a giant beast bone: “This time, we’ve really hit it big.

The skull of a Purple Gold King Beast can be exchanged for at least ten drops of Origin Blood.

My War Hammer Bloodline has a chance to be further improved.

By then, we can hunt higher-Rank Strange Beasts.

If we accumulate for a few decades, we might even hope to move into the third level.”

“Forget it, Boss. With that money, I’d rather hold a Witch Maiden from the second level and sleep soundly.”

Not long after, Gu Changsheng walked out.

“Why are you so slow, kid!

I hope you’re just as ‘persistent’ when you’re sleeping with a second-level Witch Maiden tonight…”

Zhou Xin, astride the Ground Dragon, said angrily.

Gu Changsheng’s face was full of black lines.

Indeed, some ancient professions transcend race.

“Ahem, I had diarrhea…”

“Alright, let’s go.

The sun is about to set, and the old ghost Yan on the second level won’t wait for anyone.”

Mo Lin put down her pipe.

A moment later, the three entered the city.

Gu Changsheng’s gaze swept around, seeing only thin, scantily clad Witch Clan people.

They numbly cultivated some kind of potato-like root vegetable.

In his memory, Pan Jia also came from the bottom tier.

‘Indeed, the weak Witch Clan at the bottom can only become slaves…’

Gu Changsheng felt no joy or sorrow.

The Law of the jungle is the Heavenly Dao Law.

Not long after, the three arrived at a corner of the second level, where a dark, polished wooden house stood before them.

Creak—

The door opened, revealing a shriveled old man, a hint of shrewdness inadvertently showing in his cloudy eyes.

“You’re back alive?”

The old man said.

“Hmph, you old immortal aren’t dead yet, so how could it be our turn…”

Saying that, Zhou Xin pushed open the door, and the three entered.

Gu Changsheng subtly glanced around.

The wooden shelves around were piled with various beast bones.

A stone pot sat on the counter, cooking food that emitted a unique, rich aroma.

Thud—

A purple-gold skull was placed on the counter.

“A Purple Gold King Beast? You actually hunted such a Strange Beast…” The old man’s tone was surprised.

“Exchange it all for Origin Blood.”

“Alright.”

The old man fumbled around and pulled out six finger-sized spherical orbs from under the counter.

Their exteriors were sealed with a layer of wax, containing surging vital blood within.

‘Origin Blood…’ Gu Changsheng thought to himself.

“Why are there only six?” Mo Lin said, frowning.

According to their estimation, they should have been able to exchange for at least ten.

“Old man, are you trying to trick us?”

Zhou Xin slammed the table, looking ready for a fight.

“No choice, the goods coming from above are getting less and less…” The old man pointed upwards, acting as if he didn’t care if they bought or not.

“Alright, exchange!”

The transaction completed, Mo Lin took the six Origin Blood orbs, casually tossing two of them over.

Equal distribution; this was the unspoken understanding from their long-standing battles as a trio.

‘The quality of this Origin Blood is too poor…’

Gu Changsheng compared it; it was far inferior to the vital blood he refined after killing that Bronze Warrior.

‘I need to find a way to gain access to higher levels to figure out the source of the Origin Blood…’

From his perspective, perhaps his method of transplanting Witch Clan Bloodline would have to rely on Origin Blood.