Chapter 64: The Blood of Ten Thousand

“Wh… what?”

Chai Quan was completely stunned. His aura collapsed frantically.

“You destroyed my Dantian! Argh!”

He roared and tried to fight back, but Lu Jin’s spiritual power bound him completely. He could not move an inch. Agony radiated from his midsection. He looked down and saw Lu Jin reaching in, physically tearing the Jindan from his body.

“No, no! Don’t! Lu Jin, I was wrong! Let me go! I will tell you everything! Please, don’t destroy my Jindan!”

Reaching the 7th-grade Jindan Realm was an arduous journey. Seeing his life’s work ripped away, Chai Quan felt his soul wither.

“Hmph. A man like you does not deserve to live,” Lu Jin said coldly.

With a thought, a devouring force from the Heaven Burial Coffin enveloped the sphere. In a flash, the Jindan was gone.

Immediately, a stream of pure, majestic spiritual power backfed into his body. At that moment, he felt the foundation of his newly attained 1st-grade Jindan become incredibly stable. The intensity of his aura was even more formidable than he had anticipated.

Whoa! These Jindan are truly excellent treasures. It seems I cannot let them go to waste after killing Jindan cultivators.

Lu Jin chuckled and then turned his gaze toward the despairing Chai Quan.

“The only reason you are still alive is so I can ask about the Sect Master. Speak. Where did he go? Also, what has happened in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect these past few days? Tell me, or you will be reduced to ash.”

As he finished speaking, a cluster of strange fire flickered in Lu Jin’s palm. It carried a thick killing intent as it burned fiercely above Chai Quan’s head.

With his strengthened mental power, Lu Jin could easily manipulate the flames of the Hell-Prisoner Calamity Sword. He did this specifically to strike terror into Chai Quan’s heart. He knew that since the man had lost his Jindan, he might try to be stubborn if he felt there was no hope.

Sure enough, although Chai Quan had lost his power, the sight of the fire made him desperate for survival. He collapsed to his knees.

“I will talk! I will talk! Don’t kill me! I will tell you everything!”

“The Sect Master has gone into hiding! I truly do not know where he went!”

“It was Peak Master Wan Helai’s doing! He is a Blood Messenger! Many people within the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have already been subverted into the Blood Messenger camp!”

“He suspected the Sect Master was poisoned and moved to eliminate him to seize control of the sect!”

“After being ambushed, the Sect Master fled the sect. Wan Helai and the others are still hunting him!”

“I led the disciples to slaughter others and harvest their blood as a sacrifice for the Blood Moon Ancestor! Legend says that in three months, the Ancestor will hold a grand ceremony. I do not know the purpose of the ritual, only that the Blood Moon Ancestor needs the blood of ten thousand people to begin!”

Lu Jin’s heart skipped a beat as he heard this.

“The blood of ten thousand?”

Killing ten thousand people just for a single ritual? What kind of monster was this Blood Moon Ancestor?

After processing the news, Lu Jin asked in a low voice: “So, where is the most likely place the Sect Master went?”

Chai Quan did not dare to hesitate. “Wan Helai has cut off all paths of survival. If there is one place left where a man might find life within death… it is the Devil’s Den!”

Lu Jin’s expression darkened.

The Devil’s Den!

Three years ago, that was exactly where Liu Ruyan and Yang Dianfeng had ambushed him. Now, three years later, the Sect Master was being forced into that same perilous place by his own sect members just to seek a sliver of hope.

“Are you finished?” Lu Jin asked coldly.

“Yes! I have told you everything I know! Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me!”

Boom!

Lu Jin threw a punch. Chai Quan’s head erupted into a mist of blood.

Lu Jin turned to the group of bound disciples. He walked over and untied their ropes one by one.

“Go back. If this happens again, use your transmission talismans to notify me immediately. As for the Blood Messengers: once their identities are confirmed, show no mercy!”

Thud, thud.

As soon as Lu Jin spoke, the disciples fell to their knees and began to kowtow.

“Senior Brother Lu Jin! Thank you for saving our lives!”

“We understand! We are irreconcilable with the Blood Messengers!”

“We thought the Blood Moon Holy Land was a place of martial arts, but it is nothing more than a slaughterhouse! Senior Brother, you have worked hard dealing with Yang Dianfeng and Liu Ruyan. We hope you can wash the Holy Land in blood soon!”

The disciples were incredibly emotional. Without Lu Jin, they would have died today. The memory of seeing their own blood drained while their lives slipped away haunted them. These traumatic moments instilled a deep, unforgivable hatred for the Blood Moon Ancestor in everyone’s heart.

Lu Jin let out a helpless sigh. He finally understood the two greatest wishes of Sect Master Chu Tianxiong. One was to kill the Blood Moon Ancestor to avenge Carefree Village. The other was to purge the Blood Moon Holy Land and remove this cancer from Qingzhou. At this moment, he truly grasped the Sect Master’s intentions.

Sect Master, since my Shifu is gone, let me assist you. You have held this burden alone for many years; it is time to see some results!

Lu Jin clenched his fists and soared into the air. His destination was the place that made everyone tremble with fear: the Devil’s Den.

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The outer perimeter of the Devil’s Den.

Several figures stood guard at the entrance. The security was tight. From the pitch-black depths of the den, the savage roars of beasts echoed.

The Devil’s Den was home to demon remnants and rampaging magical beasts. It was a world completely different from the outside. Long ago, after a war between humans and demons, the demon remnants were imprisoned in this space. A master had used powerful magic to seal them inside. Humans could enter freely, but the demons could not escape.

Because of this, powerful cultivators often entered to train. They could hunt demons and temper their combat skills amidst endless danger. Of course, over the years, the number of tragedies involving love and betrayal that occurred within the Devil’s Den was not small.

Lu Jin watched from a distance and quickly realised that the people guarding the entrance were all Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples.

From the looks of this formation, the Sect Master has likely entered the den already.

Lu Jin’s gaze was freezing. The Devil’s Den was usually unguarded. This move was clearly meant to trap the Sect Master and ensure his death. To confirm his suspicions, Lu Jin charged straight toward them.

Although the leader was a 6th-grade Jindan expert, that level of cultivation held no deterrent power against him anymore.

“Who goes there!”

The group reacted quickly. Lu Jin did not hide. He went straight to the point.

“You are guarding the Devil’s Den. Is it because the Sect Master is inside?”