107: blood transfusion

Planting the Blood Jade Mother Worm along with Feng Wuwang's corpse into the soil, and then placing many demon beast remains nearby, he finally completed the first step of planting the Blood Jade Worm.

After setting up several concealment and defense Magic Arrays, he finally felt at ease returning to the Yun Family Sisters' residence in the Outer City.

The Yun Family Sisters were not asleep. Seeing Fang Huai return, Yun Hui immediately ran over excitedly, preparing to throw herself into Fang Huai's embrace.

Although she still fell flat on her face against the air wall, her excitement did not diminish: "Husband, are you tired? I'll serve you in bed right now."

While taking off Fang Huai's fox fur coat, she asked in confusion, "Husband, why do you have a scent of..."

"A scent of what?"

"Maybe it's my imagination, but why does it feel like there's a woman's scent?"

"It's not a woman's scent, it's a fox spirit's scent."

Yun Hui thought Fang Huai was joking and smiled, "Then I'll have to see which of us, me or the fox spirit, can hook your soul."

Half a carve later, the fox fur coat made a sound: "Brother, I think this woman is so pitiful. She thinks she's living a happy life with you, but it's all just a fleeting dream."

Fang Huai spread the fox fur coat beneath him, lay down on it, and said, "You're wrong. She doesn't want to possess me; what she wants is just a kind of illusory protection."

...A month later, Fang Huai looked at the wooden tub before him, his eyes flickering.

The wooden tub was filled with the blood of Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Beasts—

Some were collected from the Purification Bureau during this period, some were purchased from the market, and a portion had just been taken from Li Zhu.

Stripping off all his clothes, he submerged half his body into the tub and said in a deep voice to Wang Teng and Li Zhu, "Drain the blood from my body with all your strength!"

The one demon and one yao immediately cast their spells, and Fang Huai also used his technique to force out his mortal blood. In just over ten breaths, a thick, pungent bloody mist filled the room.

Sensing the blood in his body gradually drying up, he suddenly lowered his body, burying his entire self in the demon blood, and operated the Hundred Fiends Art with all his might.

In the next second, agonizing pain instantly devoured his body.

The demon blood, carrying the ferocity of Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Beasts, pierced into every pore of Fang Huai's body like red-hot iron needles. His meridians felt as if they were being bitten by ten thousand insects, and his Qi Sea felt the pain of being scorched by boiling water.

Pain that an ordinary person could not endure fell upon Fang Huai, but he only slightly furrowed his brows.

Was the agonizing pain of skin shedding and Bone Changing not ten times more severe than this blood exchange pain?

To him, this bit of suffering was nothing more than a grain of sand on the path of cultivation.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he operated the Hundred Fiends Art to refine the unruly demon blood bit by bit. The demon blood in the wooden tub decreased at a visible rate.

An hour later, the demon blood in the wooden tub had been sucked dry by Fang Huai. He opened his eyes and operated the Hundred Fiends Art.

Dark red patterns lit up in the blood vessels across his body. At this moment, he was like a demon god, surrounded by Blood Qi.

"It's done!"

A fierce glint flashed in Fang Huai's eyes, and a long whistle shook dust down from above.

He had finally crossed the last shackle of the Qi Refining stage, steadily entering the Qi Refining Perfection Realm, and would soon be able to touch the once-unreachable Foundation Establishment Realm.

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Days returned to tranquility once again.

Every morning, Fang Huai still disguised himself as the Qi Refining Third Layer Fang Shui, absorbing Spiritual Qi in the Mu Hua Spiritual Vein under the guise of mining.

In the afternoon, as per his routine, he processed two Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Beasts every day. While harvesting the demon beasts' blood and Qi, he practiced the Four Elephant Shattering Body Evil Qi.

At the same time, he quietly hid a portion of the demon beast flesh and blood, throwing it around the underground blood jade tree to nourish it.

In the evening, he returned to the residence in the Outer City with the Yun Family Sisters, playing the role of a good husband.

Simultaneously, he silently practiced the Confusing Evil Qi.

One day, Fang Huai had just woken up from a dream when he heard someone knocking on the courtyard gate.

Sensing the person outside the door, Fang Huai stopped the Yun Family Sisters who were about to open it. He personally opened the gate and cupped his hands, saying, "Fellow Daoist Deng, long time no see."

Cultivator Deng Ping smiled and said, "Why call me Fellow Daoist Deng? You can just call me Brother Deng."

A few days ago, I heard that Brother Fang broke through to Qi Refining Perfection. Due to being busy with affairs, I couldn't congratulate you in time. I'm very sorry.

Now, I've specifically brought gifts to visit. I hope Brother Fang will accept them."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a dozen subordinates carrying jade plates with Spirit Pills and Magical Artifacts entered the Yun Family Sisters' courtyard.

"Five bottles of Qi Nourishing Pills!"

"Five bottles of Blood Qi Pills!"

"One Century-old Lingzhi!"

"Thirty Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"..."

Along with the loud shouts of Cultivator Deng Ping's subordinates, the Yun Family Sisters' eyes were about to bulge out.

These gifts added up to nearly two hundred Spirit Stones; this was wealth they had never seen in their lives.

Fang Huai, however, frowned slightly and said, "Brother Deng, although these are congratulatory gifts, they are far too valuable."

Cultivator Deng Ping smiled and said, "Brother Fang, your age shouldn't exceed forty, right?"

To reach Qi Refining Perfection at such a young age, your talent is not below mine.

Using some material goods to gain Brother Fang's favor—how can you say whether it's valuable or not?"

Fang Huai wanted to say something more, but Cultivator Deng Ping immediately followed up, "This is the intention of Immortal Master Qingyang, so Brother Fang, do not decline."

In addition, Immortal Master Qingyang is currently at the City Lord's Manor, waiting for Brother Fang to pay a visit."

Fang Huai was puzzled. Even if he showed some cultivation talent, it shouldn't be enough to attract the attention of a Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, right?

On their territory, since the other party had made an invitation, then even if it were a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, he had to investigate... The City Lord's Manor was located in the Inner City of Sanxian City.

Compared to the Outer City, the Inner City was more stable with much less conflict, and there was a no-fly zone above it where ordinary Cultivators were not allowed to fly.

The two of them rode in a carriage for about half an hour before arriving at the gates of the City Lord's Manor.

The City Lord's Manor was exceptionally grand, with carved beams and painted rafters. The two manor gates, made of several-zhang-high Black Iron, could not be pushed open by any Cultivator below the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

And upon entering the City Lord's Manor, Fang Huai was even more shocked.

The lowest-level maid here actually had a Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivation, and the Deng Family disciples he encountered mostly had cultivation bases at the Late Qi Condensation Stage, and many bore a [blood sacrifice mark].

Fang Huai was somewhat puzzled. The only one with the strength to do this would be Deng Qingyang himself.

Anything involving the words 'blood sacrifice' was mostly the conduct of a demonic sect. This old bastard Deng Qingyang definitely harbored ill intentions, actually setting his sights on his own clansmen.

After traveling for another quarter of an hour, the two finally entered the residence where Deng Qingyang was located.

The entire house was built with Black Jade bricks and Sun-Flame Wood beams, and a Spirit Gathering Array of a high grade had been set up.

Deng Qingyang sat cross-legged on a Golden Silk Spirit Nanmu Bed behind a curtain woven from Ice Silkworm Silk, seemingly focused on his cultivation.

After dismissing the maids on both sides, Cultivator Deng Ping half-knelt and said respectfully, "Immortal Master, I have brought Fang Three to you."

Fang Huai followed Cultivator Deng Ping's example, respectfully waiting for Deng Qingyang's instructions, while secretly glancing at Deng Qingyang to check his information:

【Deng Qingyang】

【Peak Foundation Establishment】

【blood sacrifice mark (Black)】【Lifespan Near End】

Immortal Master Qingyang claimed to be at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, but his actual cultivation had already reached Peak Foundation Establishment.

Furthermore, his Lifespan was nearly at its end and he bore a [blood sacrifice mark] himself. Could he be planning to blood sacrifice his own clansmen to extend his own life?