44: Chapter 44 Is this still Blood Raven Mountain?

Deep in the Tiannan Mountains.

In a hidden cave, a Blood Pool churned. Scarlet liquid bubbled, emitting a thick, bloody stench.

Suddenly—

A splash of blood erupted from the center of the Blood Pool!

A figure slowly rose from the Blood Pool, blood-colored light circulating around his body, his aura unstable.

It was the short, fat Cultivator.

"Cough, cough—"

He crawled out of the Blood Pool, slumped by the edge, panting heavily. His face was pale as paper, his eyes filled with the terror of having narrowly escaped death.

"Fortunately... fortunately I kept an ace up my sleeve..."

The short, fat Cultivator slumped on the ground, gasping for air, his heart still pounding wildly.

He was an Outer Elder of the Tiangang Sect, named Qian Kun, with a cultivation level at the second layer of the Void Tempering Realm. Although he could not be considered a big shot in the Tiangang Sect, by relying on his smooth and sophisticated nature and his ability to see which way the wind was blowing, he had managed to live quite well over the years.

More than ten years ago, he went to the Tiannan Mountains for training and accidentally got to know the Old Ancestor of Blood Crow.

It was precisely because of this that he had made that proposal to disguise themselves as people from Blood Crow Mountain to plunder Guangnan City.

This Blood Crow Secret Technique was obtained from the Old Ancestor of Blood Crow.

This secret technique was extremely mysterious; by leaving a wisp of Divine Soul in the Blood Pool, one could use the Blood Pool to achieve Rebirth after the Physical Body was destroyed. Even their Tiangang Sect rarely had such a secret technique.

However, this secret technique had a huge flaw: every time it was used, it would severely damage the Physical Body and Divine Soul. If used too many times, a person would be ruined.

But at a critical moment, this thing could save one's life!

Qian Kun did not even think about it at the time and learned this secret technique on the spot.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, today, this secret technique had truly come in handy!

"That black-robed person... what is his background?!"

Qian Kun recalled that scene just now, and his whole body trembled again.

One palm!

With just one palm, Senior Brother Zhou was beaten half to death!

Then, with a casual grab, Senior Brother Li was blasted into a mist of blood!

If he had not practiced the Blood Crow Secret Technique and hidden a wisp of Divine Soul in the Blood Pool in advance, he would be like Senior Brother Li right now, with no corpse left!

"Blood Rain Pavilion... what kind of power is Blood Rain Pavilion? When did such a terrifying power emerge in the Southern Region?"

The short, fat Cultivator muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

He had cultivated in the Tiangang Sect for over a hundred years and was very clear about the distribution of powers in the Southern Region.

He knew all thirty-six cities of the Southern Region, the Seven Great Sects, and the three Holy Lands like the back of his hand.

But he had never heard of this Blood Rain Pavilion!

But that person's strength was at least at the Peak of the Void Tempering Realm, perhaps even the Primal Chaos Realm!

How could such a powerhouse appear in the Tiannan Mountains?

"No, I must hurry and restore my strength."

He struggled to stand up, staggered to the corner of the cave, and rummaged through the supplies he had prepared.

Inside were a few bottles of Medicinal Pill for healing, and some Spirit Stone.

He poured out two Medicinal Pill and swallowed them, then grabbed a handful of Spirit Stone and held them in his hand, running his Cultivation Technique to absorb the spirit energy from the Spirit Stone.

Half an hour later, his face became even uglier.

"Damn Blood Rain Pavilion!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of resentment.

This Physical Body, having undergone Rebirth through the Blood Pool, was severely damaged. His Meridians were twisted, his spirit energy circulation was sluggish, and even his Dantian had developed several tiny cracks.

To return to his Peak state, it would take at least several years!

Several years!

This trip to the Tiannan Mountains was originally to search for the entrance to the Great Emperors Secret Realm for the Sect. If he delayed such an important matter and the Old Ancestor in the Sect blamed him—

He shivered and dared not think further.

"I must hurry and find a place to restore my strength..."

Qian Kun muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Blood Crow Mountain!

That old thing, the Old Ancestor of Blood Crow, had operated Blood Crow Mountain for many years and built a huge Blood Pool. It was dozens of feet in diameter, and the essence gathered in the pool for hundreds of years was a hundred times better than the small Blood Pool he had temporarily set up!

If he could borrow that Blood Pool, his injuries would recover much faster!

Qian Kun made up his mind, identified the direction, and fled toward Blood Crow Mountain.

The night was like ink, and the depths of the Tiannan Mountains were filled with mist.

Qian Kun staggered through the dense forest, his aura unstable, his face pale as paper. Every few steps, he had to stop and catch his breath. The hidden injury in his chest left behind after the Rebirth from the Blood Pool throbbed with pain, and the stabbing pain in his Meridians as his spirit energy circulated made him break out in cold sweat.

"Damn Blood Rain Pavilion... wait until I return to the Sect, I will definitely let the Sect Leader take action personally and uproot you all!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of resentment.

Passing through a dense forest, the view suddenly opened up.

A towering mountain Peak stood in the night, it was Blood Crow Mountain.

However—

Qian Kun's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the mountain in front of him, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Under the moonlight, the once towering and treacherous Blood Crow Mountain was unrecognizable.

All the buildings above the mountainside had collapsed, and the broken walls and ruins were full of charred marks, with fires still flickering sporadically.

The blood-colored mist that originally shrouded the entire mountain Peak had dissipated completely, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt and bloody odors.

The huge blood-colored palace on the mountaintop was now just a ruin.

Huge stone pillars lay scattered on the ground, broken rubble was scattered everywhere, and the once surging Blood Pool had been completely destroyed, leaving only a dried-up, large pit.

Qian Kun felt cold all over.

Blood Crow Mountain... was destroyed?

That old thing, the Old Ancestor of Blood Crow, with his cultivation at the seventh layer of the Void Tempering Realm, had run rampant in the Tiannan Mountains for hundreds of years. He had several Protectors at the Void Tempering Realm under his command, plus those hundreds of Disciple, and yet he was wiped out?

He staggered toward the mountain, and the scenes he saw along the way made his heart sink further and further.

On the Martial Arts Arena on the mountainside, there were traces of fighting everywhere.

The ground was cracked, gravel was flying, and sword marks several feet deep crisscrossed the area, some over ten zhang long, shocking to the eye.

The aura remaining in the air made him, a Cultivator at the second layer of the Void Tempering Realm, feel a sense of palpitations.

That Sword Intent... was terrifyingly sharp!

"Who on earth did this?"

Qian Kun swallowed his saliva and continued to walk up.

In the ruins on the mountaintop, there were faint shadows moving.

Qian Kun narrowed his eyes and probed with his Divine Thought, discovering that they were a few Cultivators who looked like Loose Cultivator, searching for something in the ruins.

He suppressed the horror in his heart and walked over quietly.

"Damn it, Blood Crow Mountain is at least one of the top powers in the Tiannan Mountains, how could it be wiped out so cleanly?"

A brawny man with a full beard kicked the rubble under his feet and cursed.

"Who says it isn't?" A thin young Cultivator next to him replied, holding a broken Jade Slip and looking at it over and over. "I heard that the Old Ancestor of Blood Crow was a powerhouse at the seventh layer of the Void Tempering Realm, and he had several Protectors at the Void Tempering Realm under him. What kind of person could wipe them all out?"

"You guys don't know yet?" A third Cultivator raised his head. He was a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked middle-aged man, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. "I just came out of Guangnan City yesterday, and it has already spread everywhere."

"Oh? Tell us quickly!" The bearded man and the thin youth leaned in at the same time.

The sharp-mouthed middle-aged man lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious: "I heard it's about the Wang family in Guangnan City. That Wang family had a Genius named Wang Teng, who had a Crimson Sun Precious Body. Some time ago, the Wang family was exterminated by Blood Crow Mountain. That Wang Teng luckily escaped a disaster and joined a Great Sect. His Sect was furious and directly sent powerhouses to kill their way over, wiping out Blood Crow Mountain!"

"Crimson Sun Precious Body?" The bearded man gasped, "That is a peerless Physique that only appears once in a million people! No wonder he could join a Great Sect."

"That Blood Crow Mountain is also unlucky. Who didn't they provoke, but they had to provoke someone with such a background." The thin youth shook his head, looking filled with emotion.

"Isn't that so..." The sharp-mouthed middle-aged man was about to continue when he suddenly felt a chill rush from his spine to his forehead.

He turned his head abruptly—

A short, fat Cultivator with a pale face and an unstable aura was standing three zhang behind him, his eyes staring fixedly at him, filled with coldness and killing intent.

"You... who are you?!"

The sharp-mouthed middle-aged man subconsciously took a step back, his whole body's spirit energy surging, vigilant to the extreme.

The bearded man and the thin youth also reacted, pulling out their Magical Artifact one after another, as if facing a great enemy.