Chapter 743

Chapter 743: Blood Kill

Thinking of this, Ye Yun couldn’t help but smile. What would happen if he defeated this person blessed with both physique and fortune? Would the heavens’ favor transfer to him?

"This kid’s not right. I thought it was just a passing notion, but now there’s clearly a problem," muttered the Ancestor of the Sword Path as he watched Ye Yun. Though he could sense Ye Yun’s thoughts, the longer they stayed in the Celestial-Demon battlefield, the more the youth’s darker impulses grew. First came the conflict with Mo Wenxian. Though the Ancestor considered eliminating Mo Wenxian outright, he held back—after all, the man had shown genuine goodwill toward Ye Yun so far.

Yet Ye Yun’s inner ferocity kept intensifying, making the Ancestor wary. His gaze fell on the controlling magic disk within Ye Yun’s Storage Treasure, its demonic energy oozing steadily.

"This thing’s partly to blame for his state," the Ancestor grumbled. Even with spatial laws mastered, how could Ye Yun craft such a supreme Immortal artifact? This wasn’t mockery—it was plain truth.

"If that Heavenly Immortal won’t fix this, I’ll handle it myself." The Ancestor shrugged, unconcerned by the demonic energy corrupting Ye Yun. Even if fully possessed, he could still save the boy. Letting events unfold might prove instructive.

"Still… part of me wants to see him embrace the darkness. Imagine his potential unleashed!" Though disapproving of wickedness, the Ancestor acknowledged Ye Yun’s stubborn righteousness needed tempering.

Take boosting combat power—why fuss over methods? Drinking blood mattered little unless it provoked universal condemnation. Even the mighty used essence blood transfusions to save loved ones. Wasn’t that akin to blood-drinking?

The Ancestor saw no issue, but Ye Yun despised such practices. Oddly, they agreed on pills—both scorned using external aids to force breakthroughs. If talent capped one’s progress, why struggle vainly?

In the end, only the worthy surged ahead while the rest became footnotes. Most knew this truth, yet none accepted being lesser. Even ants dreamed of becoming giant dragons. This delusional "hope" amused the Ancestor.

Treasure hunters in the Xumi Treasure mostly ended as corpses fueling the natural nine great tribulations. Few survivors gained anything worthwhile.

Mortals—sometimes admirable, often pitiful. The Ancestor sighed. He’d been mortal once but always knew he’d soar like an eagle among chickens.

"Ye Yun! Mo Wenxian broke through! We’re outmatched!" Shui Lingling fretted, watching the distant spectacle. Even as an innate spiritual body, she felt dwarfed by Mo Wenxian’s celestial breakthrough aura.

"Troublesome, but beatable." Demonic energy swirled in Ye Yun’s mind, yet solutions emerged. With the demon spirit’s help, Mo Wenxian would fall—then the others would crumble.

He held every advantage: intelligence from the Ancestor, terrain, timing. Even Mo Wenxian’s goodwill could be weaponized.

Ye Yun’s laugh made Shui Yingying shudder. When had his eyes grown so tainted? Once clear, they now held abyssal darkness—a predator sizing up prey.

"Better than most demonized fools," the Ancestor noted, smirking at Shui Yingying’s unease. Let her notice—she couldn’t stop what was coming.

Ye Yun needed catharsis. Once the rage burned out, he’d gain Mo Wenxian’s pure-hearted nature. Combined with his talent? Unstoppable.

"Ye Yun, where’s this light from?" Shui Lingling blinked. Their descent path had been dark until now, lit only by Ye Yun’s Fire Spirit Qi. Yet here, sunlightless brightness prevailed.

"That’s Heavenly Immortal rules for you," Shui Yingying teased. "Your little brain wouldn’t grasp it."

"But… rules can make light?"

"Celestials shape reality itself." Shui Yingying gestured at the lush greenery. "Their battles devastate worlds. Only entire continents withstand two celestials fighting—mountains crumble, seas boil…"

Emerging through clouds, Shui Lingling gaped at the paradise below—gilded light, sacred trees, spiritual power thickening the air. "Could I ever make something this beautiful, Yingying?"

"Absolutely." Shedding her Immortal Garment’s protection, Shui Yingying basked in the warmth. Nearby, Blood Robe nestled against Mo Wenxian. "Let’s live here forever, Wenxian."

“Giggling, Sister Blood Robe shouldn’t press Mo Wenxian too hard. After all, your temper would inevitably find fault soon enough. You’d probably tear this entire land apart by then,” San Ying remarked excitedly, removing her cloak. “But Mo Wenxian, this place truly is remarkable! I’d heard Blood Qi Lord was cruel, yet never imagined he possessed such gentleness.”

“If Master of Nine Palaces heard those words, he’d surely punish you harshly, San Ying,” Blood Robe teased, amused by the girl’s boldness. “Yet even after growing so close to Blood Qi Lord, Master of Nine Palaces refused to unite with him as partners. He stubbornly guards the Demon Realm’s entrance alone, blocking those demons.”

“Sacrificing one person’s devotion for the greater good… outsiders would deem it worthwhile,” Mo Wenxian murmured, his chest tightening inexplicably at the thought of Nine Palaces Heavenly Immortal’s actions. Such selflessness deserved praise, yet it pained him.

“Wait—Master of Nine Palaces’ final edict included Blood Qi Lord’s Killing Immortal Classic. Could this mean something?” Blood Robe suddenly recalled, tilting her head. “Entrusting his most precious cultivation methods… how extraordinary.”

“Sister Blood Robe, some truths are better left unspoken. Blood Qi Lord must have supported Master of Nine Palaces. Why else share his cultivation methods? He clearly wanted him to survive,” San Ying interjected.

The girl sensed things were progressing too rapidly. Ancient texts only briefly mentioned Nine Palaces Heavenly Immortal and Blood Qi Lord’s connection, focusing instead on the Killing Immortal Classic—the sole technique within Nine Palaces Heaven’s supreme cultivation system capable of rivaling its secret methods.

“Blood Qi Lord must’ve endured brutal battles. Without this preserved sanctuary, no one could grasp how chaotic the Celestial-Demon battlefield truly was,” San Ying sighed, advancing cautiously. The dense spiritual energy suggested Blood Qi Heavenly Immortal had perished, his power dispersing into the environment.

“I’ve still not fully comprehended the Killing Immortal Classic. Mastering it completely might elevate me to Heavenly Immortal status,” Blood Robe admitted, kicking a pebble. “Complete mastery would negate this risky endeavor.”

“Nonsense! Even without Mo Wenxian’s involvement, the Palace Master would’ve sent us here. But Sister Blood Robe’s cultivation issues… could this indicate a bottleneck?” San Ying turned, studying her companion.

“Precisely. A significant bottleneck.” Blood Robe grimaced. Though her talent allowed grasping seventy percent of the Classic, sixty percent now strained her limits. “My progress slows increasingly—without this Heavenly Immortal inheritance, advancing beyond Seventh Level Earth Immortal seems impossible.”

“With Mo Wenxian present, all will be well.” San Ying smiled. His recent breakthrough enabled challenging Sixth Level Earth Immortals. Using forbidden arts, he might even suppress Seventh Level opponents.

“If Blood Qi Lord’s remnant soul remains, I’d ask about his relationship with Master of Nine Palaces. Were they…?” Blood Robe grinned mischievously. “Though he might withhold his inheritance if provoked.”

“Then don’t provoke him!” San Ying chided. “Careless words could cost us everything.”

Eavesdropping ahead, Shui Lingling gasped. “Nine Palaces Heavenly Immortal’s involved? But the alliance leader claimed the Killing Immortal Classic was lost!”

“If they’re correct, Blood Qi Lord was his secret companion!” Shui Yingying’s eyes sparkled. “Securing the Classic would earn immense merit.”

“Let’s extract it via Starry Sky soul-searching techniques!” The girls plotted Blood Robe’s capture, oblivious to Ye Yun’s unease. The weakest “follower” being First Level Earth Immortal shocked him—Nine Palaces Heaven’s hidden talents were formidable.

“Opening that portal might reveal Blood Qi Lord’s true inheritance.” Shui Lingling eyed the Deceptive Array. “This must be the final trial.”

“Guesses often miss the mark.” Shui Yingying restrained her. “Let others test the dangers first.”

Blood Robe snorted at their retreat. “Timid child. Were she facing anyone else, I’d grant mercy.”

“Focus on your breakthrough,” San Ying urged. Blood Robe studied the battle platform’s four massive pillars, wary of layered arrays. A red spirit stone emerged—she channeled spiritual power into it, her smile vanishing as foreign whispers echoed within her.