Chapter 198: Five Thousand Jin

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Chapter 198: Five Thousand Jin "Three days from now, the Zhongzhou Secret Realm will open. The ancestor has already given you words of encouragement before, so I won't repeat them today... It’s true that acquiring resources from the secret realm to benefit yourselves and the sect is your goal, but above all, you must ensure your own safety!" seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In front of the Sword Pavilion’s Sect Leader’s Hall, a large group of disciples stood assembled. Su Qinian and the elders stood before them, their expressions solemn. Every year, the Zhongzhou Secret Realm marked a major reshuffling of sect rankings. Especially this time—once every ten years, both the major and minor secret realms would open simultaneously. This meant that not only disciples below the Nascent Soul Stage would enter, but also elite cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage, and even elders and sect leaders might personally take action. The secret realm contained countless ancient treasures and divine techniques. Any gains could significantly enhance the sect’s overall strength. However, if elite disciples or even sect elders perished inside, it would be a devastating loss. After all, while the secret realm was filled with valuable opportunities, it also harbored great dangers. Traps and formations were the least of their worries... The greatest threat was the ancient remnants. The Zhongzhou Secret Realm was once an ancient battlefield. Within it lay the ruins of thousands of sects, with an uncountable number of cultivators having perished in the war. Though many of their souls had dissipated over time, their physical bodies remained intact. Over thousands of years, lingering thoughts fused with the decaying will of the secret realm, reanimating their corpses into mindless monsters with only the instinct to kill—these were the ancient remnants. Some even claimed to have encountered living ancient cultivators within the secret realm. However, due to the lack of solid evidence, such sightings were ultimately dismissed as mere encounters with ancient remnants. "In short, the Zhongzhou Secret Realm is extremely dangerous! Do not treat this like an ordinary sect mission! The moment you enter, follow the sect’s signals and regroup immediately! Under no circumstances should you act alone! The secret realm is completely isolated from the outside world... Neither I nor the elders can come to save you. You can only rely on yourselves and your fellow disciples. Understood?" "Yes, Sect Leader!" the disciples responded in unison. "Good. Tomorrow, we depart for Zhongzhou! Rest well tonight and conserve your strength!" In past years, the entire sect had been on edge before heading to Zhongzhou, tense as a drawn bowstring. But this year was different. Su Qinian and the disciples all wore confident smiles, eager to plunder the secret realm. All thanks to the ancestor, who had bestowed them with an abundance of resources—enhancing not only their cultivation but also providing life-saving treasures and defensive artifacts. With such an ancestor, what more could they ask for? As the disciples flew back to Luoxia Peak on their swords, only Li Qingran remained behind, stepping forward to greet Su Qinian. "Ah, Qingran." Su Qinian stroked his beard with a squint-eyed smile. "You’re not heading back to Luoxia Peak... Does the ancestor have an order for me?" "Master would like some blood from the sect’s guardian beast," Li Qingran said respectfully, bowing gracefully. "If the guardian beast is not available, Master said your blood would also suffice." "...The guardian beast’s blood?" Su Qinian paused, his hand halting mid-stroke of his beard. After a moment’s hesitation, he asked, "Did the ancestor mention what it's for? If you can’t say, it’s fine. I’ll go fetch it right away... But how much blood does he need? Would five thousand jin be enough? Any more than that, and the guardian beast might just bleed to death..." "Ah, not that much!" Li Qingran waved her hands, laughing dryly. What a joke... Five thousand jin? That would be fatal for the poor beast! "Master said he encountered a monster similar to our guardian beast and wants to study the beast’s blood to see if he can tame the creature." "I see... If they are similar, then they’re likely of the same lineage. Ancient beasts are stubborn... I remember how much trouble I had taming Dahu back then. But if the ancestor uses Dahu’s blood as bait, he might really have a chance at subduing that monster." Su Qinian nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration for the ancestor. "Wait here. I’ll be back shortly!" With that, the Pavilion Master leapt onto his sword and took off. Moments later, a miserable, inhuman wail echoed from the back mountain. After a while, Su Qinian returned on his sword, carrying a waist-high wooden tub filled with the guardian beast’s blood. "Here, this should be about four to five hundred jin. The ancestor can use it as he pleases. If it’s not enough, just come find me for more... No need to be polite. After all, it’s not my blood, heh heh." Su Qinian set the tub down in front of Li Qingran. "Then I thank you on behalf of my master." "Bahaha, think nothing of it~" ... On the back mountain, the guardian beast Dahu howled at the moon, its eyes brimming with tears. On its backside, right in the fattiest part of its flesh, a sword was still embedded. Blood trickled from the wound in a steady stream. The injury itself wasn’t too bad. But the humiliation... That hurt far more than the wound. Revenge should not wait overnight. Tomorrow, when the entire sect left for Zhongzhou, only the weird old man in the Scripture Pavilion and the violent woman in the ancestral hall would remain. By then, the back mountain would be completely unguarded. Dahu swore to make Su Qinian pay dearly! ... "Chen Huai'an, is this the artifact you used to kill the King-level Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva yesterday?" Demon Slayer Bureau Headquarters, conference hall. A porcelain bottle—now tainted with the guardian beast’s blood—sat before Chen Huai'an. Opposite him, five elderly men sat in a row. These five were the current rulers of the Demon Slayer Bureau’s headquarters. Four of them hailed from prestigious families. Only one was an original high-ranking officer of the Bureau. The rest of the Bureau’s former leadership had either been dismissed or reassigned. The man who had spoken was the one seated in the center—Wang Jingshan, patriarch of the Wang family. Before the rise of Kunlun Immortal Palace and Great Thunderclap Monastery, he had been one of the strongest General-rank cultivators in the Huaxia region. His title—. He had mastered the Wang family’s blade techniques. When the Spiritual Qi Revival had just begun, he was among the first to benefit—comprehending blade intent from his techniques and manifesting an energy mass in his mind shaped like a blade. Now, with the teachings of Kunlun Immortal Palace, this phenomenon had been given a formal explanation. It was called a Blade Spiritual Root. With it, Wang Jingshan had successfully challenged the Kunlun Immortal Palace’s entrance steps, reaching the four-thousandth step—qualifying him for the Inner Sect, his future limitless. Once the Demon Slayer Bureau was fully under his family’s control, he planned to leave and study true immortal arts in the palace. As for the Qi Absorption Technique he once desperately sought? What a joke. That trash was only for the stubborn fools still clinging to the Bureau. "Indeed," Chen Huai'an said with a beaming smile, pushing the Blood Porcelain Bottle forward. "This is the artifact that enabled me to defeat the enemy." "You’re sure? This bottle looks like it came from a kiln cave..." Wang Jingshan examined the porcelain bottle before passing it to the other four Demon Slayers. Undeniably, it was a fine artifact. The faint ripples of Spiritual Qi emanating from it confirmed that it was a spirit tool. However, no matter how he looked at it... it didn’t seem like something that could unleash sword energy. If not for Lin Chen swearing an oath that Chen Huai'an had landed the killing blow, he would have assumed Wang Shouyi had been the one responsible. After all, Chen Huai'an had always relied on Thunder Talismans to fight—never had he displayed any sword techniques. "Of course I’m sure," Chen Huai'an said with utmost sincerity, looking the five elders in the eye. "This Blood Porcelain Bottle countered the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva. The Blood Porcelain Maiden within it had a deep hatred for the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva. You’ve likely already reviewed the historical records of Jinde Town’s kiln caves. You should know exactly why." "So... the real killer was the Blood Porcelain Maiden?" "Precisely." "Then how do we awaken her?" "Just add blood." ...

Chapter 198: Five Thousand Jin

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