Chapter 17

"Snap! Snap~"

A few days later, strange scraping sounds came from an inconspicuous bear cave.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion echoed, and the bear cave burst open, scattering dust everywhere.

A young man appeared, radiating a faint blood-colored glow.

"Second level of the Blood Qi Technique, completed."

"I indeed have a talent for physical cultivation."

Before this, Jiang Anping had spent a large amount of spirit stones and a month to reach the fourth level of Qi cultivation through breathing exercises.

But for the Blood Qi Technique, he only used less than half the resources and time to complete the second level.

Jiang Anping clenched his fists, feeling the explosive power, giving him the illusion that he could shatter a mountain with one punch.

Of course, it was just an illusion.

Completing the second level of the Blood Qi Technique, he felt his blood qi surging, and his wounds were healing rapidly.

Unlike using spirit qi to heal wounds, the blood qi in his body healed injuries on its own, and faster.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion suddenly came from a distance.

Jiang Anping was startled and quickly hid in the bushes.

Although he didn't know what was happening, this world was too dangerous, and he needed to hide well.

After a while, Jiang Anping felt it was safe and was about to get up when he heard something and quickly lay down again.

A ragged, injured man staggered out of the forest.

The man had a broken arm, and his wounds were bleeding profusely.

He drank a few large gulps of water from a nearby pond.

"A bunch of bastards! If it weren't for my realm falling, I could crush you with one finger!"

"And that little bastard! If he hadn't taken my array flags, I wouldn't be in this state!"

"You all wait! Wait for me to rise again, and I will tear you to pieces!"

This man was none other than Yuan Bin, who had been pursued for several days.

Because the transaction with the soldiers was not completed, they wanted to make an example of him.

Although his realm had fallen, he still had some foundation.

Facing two martial artists comparable to the ninth level of Qi cultivation, he managed to escape.

But he paid a huge price, his realm falling another level, leaving him at the seventh level of Qi cultivation.

Just as Yuan Bin was about to rest, he suddenly sensed something and turned around sharply.

Seeing that familiar face, Yuan Bin's face lit up with joy.

It was the boy who had stolen his array flags and blood-colored eye!

"Ha ha ha! My treasures are back!"

He never thought his luck would be so good, to run into the boy again!

Jiang Anping also didn't expect to meet him here. Seeing him, his killing intent surged like a river.

He couldn't forget the feeling of the whip on his face, the pain of his eye being pierced, or the endless cycles of suffering.

Seeing the man severely injured, Jiang Anping chose to ambush him without hesitation.

But the man's senses were very sharp, and he was detected before he could get close.

Now there was no turning back. Jiang Anping raised his knife and charged forward.

"You young whelps also dare to ambush me! Die!"

Yuan Bin used one hand to form a seal, preparing to release a fireball to deal with the boy.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt his fingers stiffen, and the spell was interrupted halfway.

Yuan Bin's face changed drastically.

Right, this boy had fused with the blood eye and mastered that strange power!

Although it was just a momentary pause, Jiang Anping's knife was already in front of him.

"Brat! I am a cultivator of the Tianling Pavilion. If you dare to kill me...?"

"Thud~"

Blood splattered, and a gash appeared on Yuan Bin's neck.

Strike while the iron is hot, and take his life.

No matter who you are, even if you were the king, you would die!

Yuan Bin's remaining hand clutched his neck in pain, blood gushing from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness, anger, and frustration.

How did this boy's speed become so fast, comparable to the sixth level of Qi cultivation…

Yuan Bin noticed the faint red glow on the boy's body and suddenly understood.

The boy was a physical cultivator!

Damn!

He was once a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he died at the hands of a low-level youth!

If he hadn't coveted the blood-colored eye, if he hadn't coveted the boy's resources…

Perhaps he would still be living a peaceful life in the Tianling Pavilion.

But there are no "ifs" in this world. Every choice has its consequences, and these consequences will come back to haunt you.

Yuan Bin died, a former Foundation Establishment cultivator, at the hands of an unknown young cultivator.

Jiang Anping slashed at him seven or eight times, finally easing his pent-up frustration.

This old bastard had tortured him so much. If he weren't afraid of the man having any hidden cards, he would have tortured him to death slowly.

Fortunately, the man was severely injured and had only one arm left, or he wouldn't have been able to kill him.

He didn't know who had beaten the man so badly.

He removed the amulet from the man's waist.

This amulet was his, but it had no energy left.

Jiang Anping skillfully searched the body for treasures.

He loved finding things on these people, like the Blood Qi Technique, the Illusory Blade, and the Blood Qi Pill, all of which he found on them.

These things were extremely useful to him.

This old man was so powerful; he must have more treasures on him.

"Hmm? Just a small bag?"

Jiang Anping searched the man's body for a long time but found nothing good, only a small cloth bag hanging from his waist, covered in strange runes.

This bag was so light; it must not contain anything valuable.

However, Jiang Anping still opened the bag to take a look.

Strangely, the bag, though small, was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything.

"What is this thing?"

Jiang Anping held the bag up to the sun, but still couldn't see anything.

He shook the bottom of the bag.

Suddenly, a large amount of stuff spewed out of the bag, covering Jiang Anping.

Jiang Anping emerged from the pile of items, his face full of shock and disbelief.

"This thing is like a treasure pot! It can hold a lot of things!"

Jiang Anping looked at the small cloth bag and the pile of items in front of him, feeling incredibly excited and thrilled.

He played with it for a while and figured out how to use it.

Unfortunately, it wasn't as powerful as a treasure pot, which could replicate resources and store them in the body. This bag could only store things.

What made Jiang Anping happy wasn't the bag's storage ability, but the resources inside.

There were seven or eight types of weapons, all engraved with strange runes.

When infused with spirit qi, the runes on the weapons would glow.

He tested a rune-etched knife against the military knife used by the squad leader, and the military knife was easily split!

These were weapons of a completely different level!

Besides the weapons, there were the spells Jiang Anping had longed for!

The Fireball Spell, Earth Wall Spell, Healing Spell, and Swift Step Spell.

Jiang Anping's body trembled with excitement.

He had heard before that cultivators were powerful because they could release energies that ordinary people couldn't.

For example, the Fireball Spell could release flames, and the stronger the cultivator, the more powerful the fireball.

The Earth Wall Spell was a defensive spell that could release an earth wall to block attacks in critical moments.

The Healing Spell accelerated healing, and the Swift Step Spell increased speed.

If he had known these spells earlier, he wouldn't have faced so many crises!

He was the only foolish cultivator who fought with martial artists with a knife.

Jiang Anping finally understood why some people liked being bandits.

The feeling of sudden wealth was truly wonderful, and he even wanted to ambush another cultivator.

"No, no, I can't become bad. Mother told me to be a good child."

Jiang Anping quickly shook his head, suppressing his greed.