Chapter 14
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Chapter 14: Blood Stimulation
A group of golden apes spread out to search, and it didn’t take long to find Xue Feishuang and the Night Stalker. Within half an hour, they had located their tracks.
Soon, the two groups met.
Xue Feishuang and the Night Stalker stood in shock as they watched Zhang Yang approaching with a horde of golden apes, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Did you… tame them?" Xue Feishuang asked in disbelief.
Zhang Yang gave a brief recount of what had happened, then took out a Blood Spirit Flower and handed it to her. He grabbed another handful and held them out to the Night Stalker.
"No!" The Night Stalker quickly waved his hands. "These are too valuable!"
"Valuable? Is this thing rare?" Zhang Yang asked.
The Night Stalker nodded. "This flower can evolve bloodlines, so yes, it’s extremely rare. If people knew you had so many Blood Spirit Flowers, it would trigger a large-scale battle over them."
"A large-scale battle…?"
Zhang Yang thought he had misheard. He muttered, "Brother Night, just take them. I have plenty."
He shoved the flowers into the Night Stalker’s hands.
The Night Stalker hesitated.
"Just take them! I’m tired of eating them," Zhang Yang grinned. "They taste awful, and their effects aren’t that great. I’ve eaten over a hundred of them, and they didn’t do anything for me."
"You… ate over a hundred?" The Night Stalker’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Xue Feishuang was equally stunned.
"Yeah," Zhang Yang continued casually. "I saw Bull and these golden apes undergoing bloodline transformations, so I thought I could do the same. But it turned out to be useless for me. In the end, I almost threw them all up."
He pulled out another handful and shook them. "Brother Night, use them however you like. If you need more, I’ll get you some."
The Night Stalker looked at him as if he were insane. These were Blood Spirit Flowers, not ordinary roadside cabbages!
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yang stuffed more flowers into their hands.
This time, the Night Stalker firmly refused, shaking his head.
"It’s too much."
Xue Feishuang accepted the flowers, looking at Zhang Yang with a strange expression. Competing in the Great Xia Empire’s title battle meant living in a world of deception every day, and someone as pure-hearted as Zhang Yang was truly one of a kind.
Zhang Yang touched his face and asked, “Sister, do I look more handsome? …Watch out!”
He suddenly pushed Xue Feishuang aside.
At that moment, an arrow shot out of nowhere, striking the spot where she had just stood.
Upon entering the Vast Forest, all powerful beings above the Returning to Origin realm were forcibly suppressed to the sixth level of the Returning to Origin realm—the perfected state. Their once-proud abilities became ineffective.
Even certain treasures, including some holy artifacts, were rendered useless.
It was rumored that the Vast Forest was sealed by immortal arts.
Because of this, neither Xue Feishuang nor the Night Stalker detected the ambush.
Only Zhang Yang, whose cultivation level was too low to be affected, remained fully aware.
Even so, by the time he heard the sound, the arrow was already upon him—evidence of the archer’s terrifying skill.
Thud!
Having pushed Xue Feishuang aside, Zhang Yang took the hit. The arrow pierced through his left arm with tremendous force, its arrowhead protruding from the other side.
“Silent Thunder Killing Arrow… It’s Yang Shilong! He’s one of Yun Liuhuo’s men!”
The Night Stalker was equally shocked.
Xue Feishuang shouted, “Pull out the arrow!”
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang obeyed, yanking it out. Blood spurted, but he barely noticed the pain. Instead, he stared at the flowing blood, and an uncontrollable surge of killing intent erupted within him.
Then, from the dense foliage, he saw a figure swiftly approaching, bow drawn once again.
On instinct, Zhang Yang hurled the blood-stained arrow.
In that instant, he noticed something—lightning flickered along the arrow’s shaft.
"Playing with arrows against me, Yang Shilong? You won’t even know how you died."
The attacker was indeed Yang Shilong, a master archer of the Yang family, personally recruited by Yun Liuhuo.
Yang Shilong released his second arrow.
Compared to the first Silent Thunder Killing Arrow, this one crackled with thunder, surging with endless lightning.
He intended to shatter Zhang Yang’s blood-stained arrow midair before finishing him off.
This was the arrogance of a genius archer.
But—
Crack!
The blood-stained arrow didn’t break.
Instead, it tore through the lightning arrow as if it were nothing and continued its course toward Yang Shilong.
The sudden turn of events left everyone frozen in shock—including Yang Shilong himself. By the time he realized the danger and tried to dodge, it was already too late.
Thud!
The blood-stained arrow struck him square in the forehead, piercing clean through and embedding itself deep into the Ancient Tree behind him.
Yang Shilong’s eyes widened in disbelief. He fell from the treetop, unable to close his eyes in death.
"Brother Shilong! I, Yun Liuhuo, swear to avenge you!"
A furious roar echoed as a man in his thirties caught the falling body.
More figures emerged behind him.
"Kill!" Yun Liuhuo ordered coldly. "Leave no one alive!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
A dozen figures lunged forward without hesitation.
"Die!" Zhang Yang roared as he charged.
In that instant, Xue Feishuang’s expression darkened.
She could feel it—Zhang Yang, stirred by the sight of his own blood, was on the verge of losing control.
The sheer killing intent emanating from him made her shudder.
Before she could react, Zhang Yang had already vanished.
Both she and the Night Stalker were stunned.
His speed was… terrifying.
Like a ghost flickering in and out of existence, Zhang Yang moved with impossible agility, weaving through the attackers as if teleporting.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, the enemies fell.
Every single one of them had their chests shattered, their bodies crumpling lifelessly to the ground.
"So strong… These Flying Cloud Guards are incredibly powerful." The Night Stalker gasped.
He had fought them before and had been severely injured—he knew firsthand how formidable they were.
Xue Feishuang wasn’t surprised by Zhang Yang’s combat prowess. If he weren’t abnormal, that would be the real shock.
What truly astonished her was his speed.
It was as if he had mastered some kind of profound, otherworldly movement technique.
After slaughtering the Flying Cloud Guards, Zhang Yang locked eyes on Yun Liuhuo.
His killing intent surged, burning hotter than ever.
He didn’t know why, but seeing his own blood filled him with an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
It ignited something deep within him—an unstoppable, burning rage.
Kill.
Without a second thought, he charged at Yun Liuhuo.
"I’m here to kill you!"
Suddenly—
A figure shot forward to intercept him.
It was none other than Yun Dongji, Yun Liuhuo’s brother—the man who had once prevented Xue Feishuang from completing her title battle.
Yun Dongji’s blade gleamed coldly as he slashed down toward Zhang Yang.
"Be careful, Junior Brother!" Xue Feishuang shouted as she rushed forward.
"He’s at the fifth level of the Returning to Origin realm and wields the Cold Jade Spirit Blade, a spiritual weapon!"
Weapons had rankings—at the lowest were mortal weapons, followed by spiritual weapons, immeasurable artifacts, holy artifacts, and the legendary immortal weapons.
A spiritual weapon could enhance a cultivator’s combat power by fifty to sixty percent in the Returning to Origin realm.
Its sharpness and resilience far surpassed mere flesh.
But Zhang Yang couldn’t be restrained.
Stimulated by his own blood, his killing intent raged uncontrollably, and he could not stop. He punched forward, aiming directly at the Cold Jade Spirit Blade.
The Five Great Divine Powers erupted without restraint.
The characteristics of Diamond Dragon Strength manifested, golden light radiating from his fist, shimmering with the faint outline of dragon scales.
Bang!
His fist collided with the Cold Jade Spirit Blade.
