23: Chapter 23 Washing Away the Blood Sin

Half an hour later.

Guangnan City, Wutong Garden.

Moonlight filtered through the golden Wutong leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Shen Qingyuan lay lazily on a soft couch, holding a grape, slowly tossing it into his mouth.

Luo Qingyue walked in from the night, her steps light, her expression indifferent.

She walked to the Wutong tree and knelt beside Shen Qingyuan.

The scent of tea curled up, mixed with the fresh fragrance of Wutong leaves, refreshing the heart.

"Back already?" Shen Qingyuan asked casually, lying lazily on the couch, hands behind his head, looking at the Wutong leaves above.

"Yes." Luo Qingyue replied, her voice clear and light. She picked up the teapot and began to brew tea. Her movements were fluid and composed.

Shen Qingyuan turned his head and glanced at her.

Luo Qingyue noticed his gaze and slightly raised her eyes: "Young Master?"

Shen Qingyuan didn't speak, just looked her up and down.

That gaze was not the usual lazy and casual one, but carried a hint of scrutiny.

Luo Qingyue felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, and a very faint blush appeared on her cold face.

"Young Master, what is it?" Her voice remained clear and light, but carried a hint of imperceptible nervousness.

Shen Qingyuan's mouth curled up slightly. He sat up and took something from his sleeve.

It was a jade pendant.

It was pure white throughout, warm and moist like jade, with faint clear light flowing.

But if one looked closely, inside the jade pendant, countless fine runes seemed to be slowly swimming, interweaving into some mysterious pattern.

Even more startling was that as soon as the jade pendant appeared, Luo Qingyue felt a cool, refreshing aura rush towards her, and her whole spirit felt refreshed, as if some invisible burden on her body had lightened.

"This is..." Luo Qingyue was slightly stunned.

Shen Qingyuan handed the jade pendant to her, his tone casual: "Take it."

Luo Qingyue subconsciously took it.

The jade pendant was cool to the touch, and that cool, refreshing aura became even richer, flowing into her body through her palm and circulating around her.

She closed her eyes and sensed it carefully.

A moment later—she opened her eyes abruptly, a trace of shock flashing in her cold eyes.

"Young Master, this is... a treasure that can cleanse Blood Karma?!" Her voice rarely carried a hint of fluctuation.

Blood Karma. This term was not unfamiliar to Cultivators.

Excessive killing leads to the accumulation of Blood Karma.

Blood Karma is invisible and intangible, but it truly exists.

It acts like a haze, shrouding the Cultivator's Divine Soul, and over time, it erodes the Dao Heart and affects cultivation.

Lightly, it causes cultivation to stagnate; heavily, it leads to Qi Deviation.

Especially those Cultivators who practice the Dao of Slaughter; although their combat power is strong, they often find it difficult to go far because their Blood Karma is too heavy, eventually backfiring on themselves.

Luo Qingyue had slaughtered Blood Crow Mountain this night, with over a hundred lives on her hands.

Although those people deserved to die, killing was still killing, and Blood Karma would still accumulate.

She had thought that with her Heart-Nature, this bit of Blood Karma wouldn't affect anything.

But she hadn't expected that the Young Master would... specially prepare a treasure for her to cleanse Blood Karma!

Luo Qingyue looked up at Shen Qingyuan. In those cold eyes, light was flickering.

"Young Master..."

Shen Qingyuan waved his hand, interrupting her, and lay back on the soft couch, hands behind his head, looking at the Wutong leaves above, his tone casual: "Too much killing leads to accumulated Blood Karma, which easily affects cultivation. I have no use for this thing, you take it."

No use?

Luo Qingyue lowered her head to look at the jade pendant in her hand, silent for a moment.

A treasure that can cleanse Blood Karma, in any Holy Land, is a supreme treasure that can trigger contention.

Those Cultivators who practice the Dao of Slaughter would be willing to pay any price for such a thing.

Yet in the Young Master's mouth, it became "no use."

Luo Qingyue took a deep breath, put away the jade pendant, and said softly: "Thank you, Young Master."

Night wind roared; in the ruins of Blood Crow Mountain, scattered flames were still flickering.

In a remote corner, space slightly distorted, and a gaunt figure slowly emerged.

Blood Crow Old Ancestor's face was as pale as paper, the sword wound on his chest was still bleeding profusely, and his aura was weak to the extreme.

He looked up at the devastated scene in front of him, his eyes filled with the terror and lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

"That woman... what kind of monster is that woman?!" Blood Crow Old Ancestor's voice was hoarse, his whole body trembling.

One sword! Just one sword! He almost died at the hands of that woman in white!

He had lived for hundreds of years, roaming the Tiannan Mountains, and countless Cultivators had died under his hands, but he had never encountered such a terrifying opponent!

That sharp, peerless Sword Intent, that edge that seemed to be able to cut through everything, still made his Divine Soul tremble to this day.

"Guangnan City... how can such an existence exist in Guangnan City?!" Blood Crow Old Ancestor muttered to himself, his eyes full of suspicion.

He recalled what Wang Zhenshan had said: Guangnan City only has two at the Void Tempering Realm...

"Bullshit!" Blood Crow Old Ancestor almost spat out another mouthful of old blood.

A Dharma Image Realm Level 1 can slash a Void Tempering Realm Level 7 like him with one sword?

A Dharma Image Realm Level 1 can kill his five great Protectors with one sword?

A Dharma Image Realm Level 1 can slaughter over a hundred people on his Blood Crow Mountain?

That woman is at least at the Primal Chaos Realm!

Maybe even more than Primal Chaos Realm Level 1!

Blood Crow Old Ancestor took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the fear in his heart, and lowered his head to look at a shattered jade talisman in his hand.

That was his life-saving Magic Treasure that he had cherished for many years, which he had obtained by chance from an ancient ruin when he was young.

This Magic Treasure could block a fatal blow for him, equivalent to having an extra life.

It was precisely by relying on this life-saving talisman that he was able to survive that sword strike.

But now...

The jade talisman had completely shattered, turning into powder and sliding between his fingers.

Blood Crow Old Ancestor's heart ached so much it twitched.

This life-saving talisman was his biggest trump card, the foundation of his confidence to run rampant in the Tiannan Mountains.

Now, it was gone.

"That woman... sooner or later, this seat will make you pay the price!" Blood Crow Old Ancestor gritted his teeth, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.

But soon, he drooped his head dejectedly.

That woman could take his life with one sword; what could he use to take revenge?

"Forget it, forget it, let's survive first." Blood Crow Old Ancestor shook his head, suppressing the hatred in his heart, and stood up staggeringly.

He glanced at the surrounding ruins, suddenly remembering something, his eyes lit up!

"Blood Pool Hall!"

"Blood Pool Hall is protected by the Formation I set up, it shouldn't have been completely destroyed!"

"That brat's corpse is still in the Blood Pool Hall!"

"Crimson Sun Precious Body!"

A look of greed flashed in Blood Crow Old Ancestor's eyes.

Crimson Sun Precious Body, a peerless Physique that only appears in one out of a million people!

If he could devour this Treasure Body and refine the Origin power of the Treasure Body, his cultivation Aptitude would definitely be greatly improved!

In the future, perhaps he could break through to the Primal Chaos Realm in one go!

By then, even if that woman in white came again, he would have the strength to fight!

Blood Crow Old Ancestor's heart was burning, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body, staggering towards the direction of the Blood Pool Hall.