Chapter 65

Blood Flame Sect (4)

Hwa-ak!

In the next moment, Jeong Yeonshin stood before the sect leader. It was a swift and agile movement.

The wind that rose late tousled the sect leader's long white hair.

Perhaps it was the belief in the absolute authority of the sect leader. No one dared to act rashly.

Jeong Yeonshin slowly extended his hand and grasped the pill containing the secret.

The sect leader did not stop him. He merely spread his palm and looked at Jeong Yeonshin with interest.

"Constrict the blood pathways?"

Jeong Yeonshin muttered to himself.

The pill in his hand appeared large and dark red, like solidified murky blood.

He said,

"How can one survive if the vital energy is blocked? You're right, it's poison. It kills people."

"When you reach the level of a Demon, it will be useful. Cultivate your entire body's blood pathways with true energy. You will be able to endure it."

"Even if I know the significant role of the upper dantian, will my utility diminish?"

"Even if your talent is extraordinary, it will take considerable time. By then, perhaps you won't have overcome one of our sect's weaknesses."

The sect leader spoke with a smile, a mysterious one.

'Trust this guy? What a ridiculous idea.'

Jeong Yeonshin assessed the situation.

At the moment he changed the flow of the battlefield, he was cut down by the Southern Palace Family's indifference.

It was not characteristic of the upright character of Bai Qilin, the head of the Southern Palace Family.

It was almost as if the Huangbao Family had approached.

Now, with a clear distrust of the righteous martial world, the words of the leader of the evil sect did not seem sincere.

It was hard to trust everything. The martial world was a place where trust was impossible.

Even if the poison was not immediately lethal, its utility was unknown.

"Only when you reach the level of a Demon will it be worth taking? The difference between a Blood Flame Sect Demon and the Black of the Southern Palace is not significant. It means a long time as a slave to martial arts."

However, he had to comply in this situation.

Jeong Yeonshin slowly nodded and put the pill in his pocket.

The Blood Flame Sect leader, looking satisfied, clapped his hands again.

"It's natural for the Supreme Demon to have the Blood Attraction Technique. However, the vessel to contain the essence of a thousand years is far too small."

Following his gesture, another attendant approached.

Jeong Yeonshin looked at the two books presented in the attendant's hand.

"Devilish Blood Roaring Technique. I will bestow the secret technique of a Demon upon you."

The sect leader concluded with a smile in his voice.

Jeong Yeonshin silently took the manual of the Devilish Blood Roaring Technique.

It seemed to have been copied not long ago. The paper felt new.

'Blood Flame Sect Demons' internal cultivation techniques...'

Now, the ultimate secret technique of the evil sect was in his possession.

Jeong Yeonshin instinctively felt what this would lead to.

The river of blood flowing down the thirty-six steps below the sect leader's hall came to mind.

Was it a premonition from the upper dantian? Or just imagination? It was uncertain.

However, there was no sign of worry from the many experts present.

It seemed to be the boldness characteristic of deeply cultivated evil sect members, the confidence born from long experience in the martial world, and the refined martial arts and discernment.

Indeed, this place was their sanctuary.

'Not yet.'

Self-rescue was impossible.

However, he might be able to strike a blow. In the way of the Southern Palace's Blue.

How much merit would he gain by harming the Blood Flame Sect's headquarters?

'Maybe a piece of the fruit.'

Jeong Yeonshin was not concerned about his own survival.

'The Blood Flame Sect. By capturing me, the location of their major forces has been determined.'

The Southern Palace's Blue came to mind. The absolute ruler at the pinnacle of the renowned clans, who wielded all kinds of powers.

Despite harboring distrust of the martial world, her image was vivid.

With a clue given, it wouldn't be strange if something happened.

'If I set foot in the headquarters for the first time, it's unprecedented. A distance of about a month from Qingya Valley. If I can sweep with a circle...'

While lost in thought, the Blood Flame Sect leader spoke again.

"There is a part that the Supreme Demon should not touch."

"Speak."

"Absorbing the impure true energy of other sects into our bodies and purifying it... it is the fundamental doctrine of our sect. It is a sacred incantation that draws out the mission as an instinct."

"..."

"Do not tamper with it."

It was a warning not to alter the incantation that absorbed true energy and induced madness.

The Blood Flame Sect, one of the thirteen thousand evil sects. It would be easy to select a sacrifice to learn the modified technique first.

Jeong Yeonshin turned silently. If he appeared too compliant, it would only raise more suspicion.

"Show respect!"

The explosive aura from the Third Demon behind him subsided.

The sect leader seemed to have restrained him.

The Seventh Demon approached with quick steps and crossed her arms.

Glancing sideways, her face, filled with ecstasy, came into view.

Her crimson lips, raised to the extreme, gave her the appearance of a madwoman.

"I'm so looking forward to the rebirth of the Blood Technique. How long will it take? Huh?"

"..."

From the moment he woke up in the Seventh Demon's residence until he reached the sect leader's hall,

Jeong Yeonshin experienced something unprecedented and began to sharpen the sword in his heart.

* * *

"You can change the Blood Attraction Technique as you wish. However..."

The Seventh Demon, lying diagonally on the bed, said, looking at Jeong Yeonshin who was sitting on the floor.

"The Devilish Blood Roaring Technique is different. I need to tailor it to you."

She rose gracefully from her seat, her lips moving. Her white face was full of possessiveness.

She then approached and gently stroked Jeong Yeonshin's hair.

A head that even Ma Yanhong and Ma Jin had not had the chance to observe.

If they had been able to examine his scalp directly, they would have immediately noticed his constitution.

Many of his seniors had stroked his head.

On the contrary, his maternal relatives had not dared to do so, perhaps due to a sense of guilt.

Her lips approached his ear.

"I'll show you everything. The circulation of true energy, the manifestation of power, the movement of every muscle fiber in the body to create the true energy body."

She whispered seductively.

Perhaps because she thought he was going to die anyway, it didn't matter. Jeong Yeonshin closed his eyes and spoke.

"The hierarchy of the Blood Flame Sect is this deep. Can you plot without the sect leader knowing?"

"The Blood Attraction Technique is important to the sect leader. It's enough that the disciples can live without being pursued. Even if the incantation of the Devilish Blood Roaring Technique changes a bit, the power of the Demons won't drastically increase. But you..."

Suddenly, the Seventh Demon's hand grabbed his head. Her red eyes filled his vision.

"Do you not intend to create your own martial arts? Really? How dare you?"

"Let go. I was trying to unravel your lowly Blood Technique incantation."

"Oh."

The strength in her grip vanished instantly. The Seventh Demon, pulling away, made a pouting face.

She began to brush his hair with both hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I interfered with a sacred task. I'm sorry. I was wicked. I'm sorry."

"..."

Jeong Yeonshin had become accustomed to the Seventh Demon's unpredictable behavior.

Even though it had been less than a day since he regained consciousness, it was already the case.

The important thing was not this.

Jeong Yeonshin slowly got up from his seat.

The Seventh Demon, with her single red eye wide open, looked up at him. Her face was not one of murderous intent.

After looking at her for a moment, he spoke.

"I need to take a walk. Let me see your true energy body."

"Okay!"

The Seventh Demon, who had instantly brightened, got up and lightly grabbed his sleeve.

How should he use the Demon-Extinguishing Blue River Technique to break free from this hand? Jeong Yeonshin pondered.

Creak.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, he sent true energy to the Yongquan point under his feet.

The cold true energy of the Blood Technique lurked in his body, but it did not hinder the use of lightness techniques.

It was due to his innate talent for true energy control. The Seventh Demon smiled.

Whoosh!

The two experts began to traverse the village of the evil sect.

Jeong Yeonshin's eyes clearly saw the headquarters, yet no one stopped them.

It was curious enough to wonder if there was another source of absolute confidence.

"Is it hidden by an array? This place."

His words pierced the air. A strange smile formed on the Seventh Demon's lips.

"Yes. The Second Inflamed Blood Spirit Array. You probably haven't heard of it. It's the most refined technique of our sect. It has become more robust over hundreds of years of history."

"Indeed."

The imperial palace was said to have the blood of the renowned clans flowing thickly.

To construct a city while avoiding their eyes? It would be impossible without the art of arrays or spells that dealt with the principles of all things.

The Blood Flame Sect, famous for its Blood Techniques that had entered the realm of spells.

It wouldn't be strange if they protected the city with a peculiar spell.

"I want to see the outskirts."

"You're looking for a clue to break through, aren't you?"

The Seventh Demon smiled.

Spells were not an unknown territory for Jeong Yeonshin. He had already created a unique martial art that could break Blood Techniques.

It meant that the essence of spells had entered his senses.

Yet, the Seventh Demon led him with a joyful demeanor.

As if imprinting her true energy body in the eyes of the Southern Palace's Blue was a pleasure.

'Underestimating me.'

She mentioned hundreds of years.

Having lived safely in the headquarters for the accumulated years, it was natural for her to have a confidence bordering on complacency.

No matter what qualities a Southern Palace's Blue expert brought into the inner sanctum, they did not care.

The gaze of the Blood Flame Sect experts at the sect leader's hall.

There was another foundation in their expressions, as if they were looking at a spirit beast in their hands. The Second Inflamed Blood Spirit Array.

A natural spell array that even the Demon-Extinguishing Blue River Technique could not break.

Rumble.

Jeong Yeonshin confirmed the strangely undulating space at the outskirts of the village. It was a wondrous mystery.

It was isolated from the outside. Strangely twisted, only the wind moving between the inside and outside seemed strangely free.

He raised his senses, innate to him, and felt the aura emitted by the array in detail.

'Planting energy?'

Suddenly, Jeong Yeonshin's eyes widened.

Rocks, grass, trees.

True energy was infused and bound by some method, creating a strange arrangement that caused a near-severing concealment phenomenon.

The entire village was hidden, wrapped in an array of inner energy. It was a harmony known as a spell.

He found a clue to supplement his insufficient power. Thanks to the arrogance and complacency of the Seventh Demon and others.

Bang!

A blue lightning bolt struck. A clear inspiration flickered in Jeong Yeonshin's mind.

The lightning began to twist and form a framework of light. It was the incantation for true energy circulation.

It was directly connected to three techniques: the Demon-Extinguishing Blue River Technique, the sword technique, and the array. It continuously expanded and rotated.

"Isn't it magnificent? A barrier of a thousand years. Can you feel that you're not in a position to choose whether the medicine is poisonous or not?"

He had to hide his insights from the chattering Seventh Demon.

Jeong Yeonshin struggled to contain the blue light trying to seep out of his eyes and slightly closed them. He made it look like he was momentarily despairing.

* * *

"This is why major sects can't be trusted...!"

Xian Yuanchang, emaciated, grumbled. He seemed unaware of the presence of Zhongnan Sect's Wei Jimiao in front of him.

Her expression was also grave.

"Southern Palace Family... They did save face. They acknowledged the merits of the Southern Palace's Blue and gave him a spirit pill."

"If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have received it! Isn't that clear? Despicable bastards!"

"..."

The two people had two goals: to punish the Southern Palace Family and to track down the whereabouts of Ma Guangyi, the Southern Palace's Blue.

Due to the radius of Jeong Yeonshin's unique sword technique, Wei Jimiao had to stay at a distance. She had clearly seen it.

When Jeong Yeonshin crossed the battlefield in a straight line and reached the Southern Palace Family's leadership, no one offered support.

They ignored the late-stage disciple of the Southern Palace, who had displayed a miraculous martial art.

Even when the young swordsman, who had fallen into the arms of a Demon, was carried away.

Perhaps they wanted to cut off the seed of a new imperial sword.

'Clearly, they tried to kill a righteous hero.'

Wei Jimiao thought. They even trusted the enemy's sword to do it. It was truly a despicable act.

However, rescuing Jeong Yeonshin was more urgent.

"I've sent a spirit beast to our sect. Reinforcements are on the way. The Zhongnan Sect will not forget this favor. I've also sent messages to Shaolin and Huashan, so they will respond in some way."

"Very... very grateful."

Xian Yuanchang replied with reddened eyes. He had been venting his frustration frequently.

Even twenty days after the Qingya Valley battle, it was still the case.

The two had been searching the vicinity of Qingya Valley and Lingguo, and had just returned to Huizhou.

Xian Yuanchang, as a Southern Palace martial artist, stayed at the government office. He had received news from his senior martial artists.

"You were here."

Qing Ming found them first. His expression was very cold, almost icy.

"I heard the situation. Wait. The martial world will come."

His tone was very stiff.

Wei Jimiao, who had exchanged pleasantries with a bow, asked.

"What do you mean by the martial world coming?"

"I've gathered the monks of Shaolin, including Elder Jiezheng, the top disciples and plum blossom swordsmen of Huashan, and the martial officials from Nanzhili, who have the government's permission. Many martial nobles from Nanzhili, Huoguang, Jiangxi, and Henan have also been mobilized. The rise of the evil sect is also a matter of the state. There's no reason to refuse."

Qing Ming's blue eyes steadily gazed at Wei Jimiao.

"You, the successor of the Zhongnan Sect. If you want to build a reputation, there's no better opportunity. Perform well."

"Even so, isn't the hastily gathered force insufficient?"

Xian Yuanchang said, his expression serious.

"Even if we find him by chance, it's a problem. The Blood Flame Sect is too powerful to be attacked with this force."

More than anyone, he wanted to rescue Jeong Yeonshin, so he was being realistic.

Even if the three major sects joined, it would only be a part of their full strength. The same went for the martial families and officials.

No matter how many people there were, the power of a Demon-level expert was a different matter.

Qing Ming slowly shook his head.

"That difference is meaningless."

"How so..."

Xian Yuanchang asked, puzzled.

Qing Ming was silent for a moment. His handsome face was not as usual. It was stiff, completely rigid.

He slowly spoke.

"The city lord is coming."