Chapter 90: Framing [First Update]

Yefeng stood in front of the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the letter containing secrets that his mother had given him.

Looking at the massive Blood Spirit, Yefeng's eyes sparkled with excitement. He walked around the Blood Spirit twice, pondering how to take it out. If he simply carried it out, they would surely notice, and with his current strength, he would likely be killed. If he left it behind, his purpose for coming in would be meaningless, as his goal this time was the Blood Spirit.

Yefeng tried to use his divine consciousness to store the Blood Spirit in his storage ring, but after several attempts, the Blood Spirit remained in place, not moving at all.

"What a strange Blood Spirit, it can't be stored in the storage ring." Yefeng muttered to himself.

"Ah, why didn't I think of trying to store it in the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron?" Yefeng suddenly had an idea.

All along, Yefeng had used the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron to absorb everything, eventually converting it into useful resources. However, he had never considered that the space inside the cauldron was vast and could potentially serve as a storage area.

Deciding to act, Yefeng immediately released the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron. A powerful suction force appeared, drawing in all the items Yefeng had previously abandoned. The spiritual herbs turned into spiritual energy, and the strange stones and metals were decomposed, with a substance similar to metal entering Yefeng's body.

The sudden change startled Yefeng. Could the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron refine everything?

Yefeng felt as if he had discovered a new continent. As the metallic substance entered his body, he felt his physical strength rapidly increasing, even gaining the power of a flying dragon.

"Excellent, excellent, this is too good. With the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron, I have no fear of my strength not rapidly improving." Yefeng smiled excitedly.

The materials that could not be absorbed were all sucked into the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron. Regardless of the substance, Yefeng's body seemed to be able to absorb it. This was the special characteristic of the Star Body, which could accommodate various energies. The more it could accommodate, the stronger it would become in the future.

The first transformation of the Nine Changes of Gods and Demons, the Star Transformation, was simple in meaning: to lay a solid foundation and transform Yefeng's body into a Star Body, paving the way for future realms.

If one's body was not strong enough, even with divine-level cultivation methods and immortal-level martial techniques, it would be difficult to become a powerful figure.

The body is a container, and how much it can hold depends not on what is put into it, but on the size and sturdiness of the container.

If a large bag could hold a thousand tons of water, it would be quite large, but if it were filled with boulders and iron blocks, it would be torn apart before it was full. This analogy was very apt. Yefeng not only needed a strong body but also had to continuously expand its capacity.

The Star Body was an example. It could accommodate everything, using the power of the stars to forge the body. Now, with the absorption of metallic power, it could be integrated into his body, rapidly enhancing his physical strength.

The surroundings were completely devoured, and the basement was left with only the last Blood Spirit. Yefeng focused his gaze on the Blood Spirit, took a deep breath, and tried to see if the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron could devour it, storing it for later. Once he returned, he could find a method to refine it into his own spiritual weapon.

"Absorb it!"

With a light roar, a black hole appeared on his chest, and a powerful suction force emerged. The Blood Spirit on the ground seemed to move, and Yefeng's eyes lit up as he increased the suction force.

The Blood Spirit, the size of a water vat, slowly rose and finally entered the black hole. The surroundings returned to calm.

Looking at the Blood Spirit floating in the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron, Yefeng's eyes shone with joy. It was not advisable to stay here any longer. The battle outside had likely already determined a winner, and Yefeng needed to leave quickly.

After a few swift movements, Yefeng's body appeared outside the palace, heading towards the city outskirts. He used the Shadow Step to its fullest, but in front of experts, his speed was still not fast enough. He needed to find a higher-level martial technique to practice.

Before Yefeng left the small city, he heard that the battle outside was still intense, with the sounds of collisions echoing. Yefeng shrank his neck and quietly left from the other side of the small city.

"You are too overbearing. Do you really think I, Moke, cannot deal with you?" Moke roared. Although he was two realms higher than the eight disciples, they were all prodigies with the ability to challenge higher realms. Moreover, Ding Buhui had a semi-magic weapon, putting Moke at a disadvantage.

"Hand over the Blood Spirit, and we will spare your life!" Fang Hanzhuo of Wenxing Academy shouted angrily.

"The Blood Spirit has already been sent out. If you want it, you'll have to get past me first." Moke's strength suddenly increased, and several identical Mokes appeared on the field. These were Blood Demon Projections, a natural skill of the demon race.

The eight were shocked. The Blood Demon Projections were very difficult to deal with. Although the projections were weaker than the real Moke, the sudden appearance of six or seven more figures made the situation very challenging.

Six or seven projections attacked simultaneously, and the eight immediately fell into a bitter battle. If not for Ding Buhui's Guangyue Seal suppressing several projections, the disciples would have been quickly killed by Moke.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of collisions echoed, and the eight were thrown back, some with blood at the corners of their mouths, indicating they were injured.

After repelling the eight, Moke did not pursue them but merged his projections and entered the city, no longer engaging in battle. Killing them would bring no benefit to Moke, only harm. If Tianling Academy found out, they would likely sweep through the area, and even if he left, they would vent their anger on other Blood Demons.

Seeing Moke enter the city, the eight exchanged glances and finally looked at Ding Buhui. Among them, Ding Buhui was the strongest, and he had invited them to search for the Blood Spirit. They had spent a long time finding it in a deep canyon on the Blood Demon Battlefield, nearly losing their lives, only to be ambushed by Moke and have the Blood Spirit stolen.

"Senior Brother Ding, what should we do now? Are we going to give up on the Blood Spirit?" Wang Anguo of Luohan Hall asked.

"We can't just let it go. We are no match for Moke, but I have already sent a message to the core disciples. Several core disciples should arrive soon, and they will be able to kill Moke." Ding Buhui's eyes glowed with a fierce light, clearly not a good person.

"But once the core disciples get involved, they will want a share. If they demand the Blood Spirit, what will we do?" Wang Anguo continued, and this question made everyone fall silent.

Without a price, the core disciples would not help them. They all knew this. If the core disciples found out about the Blood Spirit, they would likely take it for themselves.

"For now, we can only hope the core disciples are not so domineering." Ding Buhui was unsure.

Just as they were about to rest, Moke suddenly returned, emitting a dense blood aura and a naked killing intent.

"Roar, you actually stole my Blood Spirit while I was away!"

A roar echoed, heard for several miles. Yefeng, who was about a mile away from the small city, could still hear it.

"You eight are truly devious, luring me out and then sending someone to steal the Blood Spirit. You truly live up to being disciples of Tianling Academy." Each word from Moke was filled with killing intent, as if it came from between his teeth.

"Moke, don't talk nonsense. If we had the Blood Spirit, we would have left long ago. Why would we stay to fight you? If you want to keep the Blood Spirit, we'll see how you die when the core disciples arrive." Ding Buhui was furious, feeling wronged by Moke's accusations.

"Still trying to argue? You scum, you are a disgrace to Tianling Academy. If it weren't for you, the Blood Spirit wouldn't have disappeared for no reason. Not only did you steal the Blood Spirit, but you also plundered all the resources I collected over a hundred years. You are truly devious." Moke's face turned green, and his voice was filled with coldness.

The eight looked at each other, completely surprised. They had not expected this to happen. Someone had taken advantage of their battle to sneak into the small city, steal the Blood Spirit, and loot all of Moke's possessions.

"Moke, I'll tell you again, we did not steal the Blood Spirit. If we wanted it, we would have taken it openly, not by stealing. I think you are making this up to make us give up." Ding Buhui sneered.

"Whether you admit it or not, you will all die today. No one will leave." Moke was truly angry, and a wave of killing intent surged from him.

"Ridiculous. Since that's the case, let's kill the evil demon." Ding Buhui was no longer willing to explain, still believing Moke was lying. The Blood Spirit was already lost, and he wanted the eight to give up.

Not only Ding Buhui but the other seven also did not believe it. They had seen Moke send the Blood Spirit into the small city and then come out to fight. It had only been a short time, so how could the Blood Spirit have disappeared so quickly? Clearly, Moke was lying.

Several projections appeared again, and the Blood Demon Projections instantly emerged, each emitting a dense blood aura. Moke attacked fiercely.

This battle was even more intense, and the eight were pushed back, unable to match Moke. After a dozen moves, some were injured, and even Jin Kui, known for his physical strength, could not withstand Moke's violent killing intent.

"Boom!"

A loud noise echoed, and the eight were thrown back like broken kites, landing far away.

Moke showed no mercy, swiftly advancing to continue his attack. The eight, seeing the danger, quickly used their ultimate techniques to resist Moke's fatal blow.

"Let's retreat. Moke has gone mad. We need to avoid his fury!"

This time, they believed Moke's words. It seemed that the Blood Spirit was indeed stolen, or Moke would not be so desperate. But who had stolen the Blood Spirit? It was a complete mystery.

After leaving the small city for several miles, Yefeng felt it was time. He took out a paper talisman from his pocket, crushed it, and a passage appeared. Yefeng entered, and after a series of strange passages, he appeared on the outer mountain of Tianling Academy.

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