Chapter 887

Chapter 887: Ling Zhiyuan

[Name: Wang Chen (Ling Zhiyuan)]

[Age: 15]

[Cultivation Level: Martial Novice]

[Technique: Xuantian Seven Bloodshed Wheels (Corpse Dog): 45/100]

[Potential: 82]

Wang Chen’s descent into the Cangqing Realm was markedly different from his previous experience in the Misty Mountains Realm.

Though he had once again undergone a soul transmigration, this time he awakened his true soul immediately and swiftly assimilated all the memories of his new body.

Despite the perilous situation he now faced, this early awakening saved him considerable time and spared him from potential dangers that could have arisen during a state of confused consciousness.

The unique abilities panel had also accompanied him, just as before, remaining in its highly simplified form.

Although Ling Zhiyuan had little fondness for martial arts, he had been trained in the Ling family’s true disciple method—the Bloodshed Wheel.

In Taoist philosophy, it is said that a person possesses Seven Spirits, each with its own name: the first is the Corpse Dog, the second the Hidden Arrow, the third the Sparrow Shade, the fourth the Thief Swallowing, the fifth the Non-Poison, the sixth the Purification, and the seventh the Stinking Lung!

The seven wheels of the Bloodshed Wheel correspond precisely to these Seven Spirits of a person!

Ling Zhiyuan possessed remarkable talent in martial arts. Despite his habitual aversion to training and his tendency to laze about, he had still managed to master the first spirit, condensing the Corpse Dog Wheel within the Bloodshed Wheel.

As the Ling family’s closely guarded secret, the Bloodshed Wheel holds an exceptionally high rank. Each spirit corresponds to one wheel, and with seven spirits, there are seven wheels, allowing one to cultivate up to the pinnacle of the seventh-tier Martial Saint realm.

However, the techniques preserved by the Ling family only encompass the first five wheels; the final two are said to have been lost to time.

Even so, reaching the fifth wheel and attaining the martial sect master level is enough to command respect and awe in the martial world!

Thus, Wang Chen had little reason to complain about his starting point. This body’s foundation was exceptionally strong—it was as if he had been born in Rome!

Wang Chen did not overlook the “Potential” section at the bottom of the panel, where the number stood impressively at 82 points.

Moreover, at the end of the technique section, a clear “+” sign had appeared.

He decided to test it by adding 1 point.

[Potential – 1]

[Technique: Xuantian Seven Bloodshed Wheels (Corpse Dog): 46/100]

These potential points could indeed enhance the experience points of his technique. Given the high number, Wang Chen realized that, if he wished, he could immediately advance the Bloodshed Wheel to the second spirit, condensing the Hidden Arrow Wheel!

This would elevate him to the status of a second-grade warrior.

However, Wang Chen was not one to act rashly. While adding points was satisfying, doing so excessively at once could lead to significant complications.

Suppressing a fleeting impulse, he turned his attention to his next steps.

First, Wang Chen searched Dai Peng’s corpse and discovered two packets of Healing Ointment, a bag of military rations, and some scattered Broken Silver and copper coins.

The military rations were not elixirs but rather a type of dry food crafted from high-quality meat and medicinal supplements. Originally designed as portable rations for soldiers, they had since become a staple for many martial artists, serving both to stave off hunger and to replenish Qi and blood.

These rations were highly nutritious; a single portion, roughly the size of a baby’s fist, was enough to fill one’s stomach. Their long shelf life made them a popular choice for travelers.

Dai Peng’s bag contained only two rations left. With his stomach growling fiercely, Wang Chen paid no heed to the dryness of the food and eagerly devoured one.

After consuming the ration, a comforting warmth spread through his stomach, leaving him with a satisfying sense of fullness.

Wang Chen had regained some of his strength.

The only things he could find on Dai Peng were limited, as the latter had lost his weapon during the escape.

Just as Wang Chen prepared to bury his body, a thought suddenly struck him.

He reached out and pulled out the short blade embedded in Dai Peng’s back.

A flash of silver blade light instantly caught his eye!

This short blade was just seven inches long, its blade as thin as a cicada’s wing and incredibly sharp, which was why Dai Peng had been able to persist in bringing Ling Zhiyuan to safety despite being injured.

Wang Chen held the blade in his hand and gave it a casual swing.

It was a fine blade.

He suddenly noticed two tiny characters engraved where the blade met the hilt.

Soul Breaker.

The language of Cangqing was different from that of the Haotian Realm; however, since Wang Chen had inherited Ling Zhiyuan’s body and all his memories, he faced no obstacles in understanding it.

Soul Breaker Blade—what a great name!

Wang Chen carefully stashed it away.

Then he searched the cave for stones and built a grave for Dai Peng.

With limited resources and time, this was all Wang Chen could do.

Finally, he extinguished the bonfire, took a burning branch, and left the cave.

The cave was not deep; after about a hundred steps, he saw a faint light at the exit.

Wang Chen quickly emerged from the cave.

This place was very secluded, surrounded by towering mountains and lush, green forests.

Wang Chen moved a few large stones from nearby to completely seal the cave entrance and covered it with some vines and grass.

His instincts told him that it was not wise to linger here, so he chose a direction and pressed on.

Here, the mountains were high and the forest dense, with no clear path to follow. Wang Chen pushed through thorns and obstacles, moving as quickly as he could.

While hurrying along, he paid attention to the various plants growing around him, occasionally picking some herbs, fruits, and flower buds to sniff.

Hard work pays off; Wang Chen found a type of herb similar to Sichuan pepper in the dense forest.

When crushed, this green herb released a very spicy and pungent scent.

Wang Chen carefully searched the area and filled a bag with it using his outer garment.

Then, he crushed it in handfuls, scattering the fragments everywhere, and smeared the juice on tree trunks.

Lastly, he tore pieces from his outer garment and scattered them as well.

He did this to throw off any potential trackers. While it might ultimately be in vain, caution was always wise.

The Ling family raised a pack of hunting dogs, and Ling Zhiyuan had previously taken them on hunts, knowing how sensitive these creatures’ noses were!

His current strength was too weak; let alone seeking the truth to avenge Ling Hongyun and Dai Peng, he couldn’t even guarantee his own safety.

Not long after Wang Chen left the cave, around an hour later, a group of men appeared hastily in the nearby forest.

Two martial artists led the way, each holding a hunting dog.

The two long-tailed hounds sniffed back and forth on the ground when they suddenly began to bark wildly towards the cave’s entrance!

"This way!"

The martial artists holding the dogs immediately perked up and released the leashes.

The two hunting dogs dashed toward the cave entrance like arrows, barking once again.

Soon, the vines covering the entrance were torn away, and the stones blocking the entrance were moved aside. A dozen martial artists, armed with sharp blades, entered the cave in an orderly manner, moving swiftly and working together seamlessly; they were clearly elite fighters.

Before long, Dai Peng’s body was dragged out.

"The kid isn’t here!"

One martial artist said to a middle-aged man with a grim expression, "He must have just run away not long ago; the embers inside are still warm."

The middle-aged man frowned and waved his hand, saying, "Chase!"

The team quickly set off again, following the two hunting dogs deeper into the woods.

After tracking for several miles, the two dogs suddenly began to sneeze repeatedly, turning in circles on the spot, tears welling in their eyes.

The pursuers also caught the strong spicy aroma, glancing at one another in confusion.

Clearly frustrated, the middle-aged man slammed his palm against a nearby tree and growled, "Little brat!"