Medicinal Soup

"Zheng!"

The seven spirit swords beside Dugu Ao, their blades sinking three inches.

He slowly stood up, the veins around his eyes throbbing violently, and his usually composed eyes were now filled with horror.

Six years old? At the peak of the Golden Core stage?

Dugu Ao stared intently at the dissipating spiritual light, his fingernails digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

"Those cowards of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, guarding a half-dead Middle-Grade Spirit Vein, how could they possibly give birth to such a heaven-defying monster who has conceived a Dao through physical cultivation?!"

An elderly man with white hair, his face ashen, quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Sect Master! Ancient texts record that those who ring the Heavenly Bell nine times are destined for Ascension. If we allow this wretched child to grow for twenty years... no, only ten! Once he reaches the Nascent Soul, where in the thirty thousand miles of the Southern Region will our Mysterious Sword Sect have a foothold? Our ancestral foundation will be utterly destroyed!"

The other elders in the hall all paled.

Fear transformed into the coldest, most malevolent energy, frantically spreading within the Sword Hall.

If a genius belongs to another family and is so strong as to be despairing, then it is not a matter of chance, but rather a catastrophe.

Dugu Ao took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"I will absolutely not allow the Azure Cloud Sword Sect to rise again."

He raised his hand and flicked a small sword, about a foot long, engraved with dense blood sacrifice runes, from his sleeve.

"The Blood Sword that transmits sound across ten thousand miles!" The elder of the Discipline Hall froze. "Sect Master, is this the death note left for... the Setting Sun Demon Palace? Righteousness and demonism are irreconcilable enemies. If the Righteous Dao Alliance finds out..."

"Good and evil are irreconcilable!"

Dugu Ao interrupted angrily, his face contorted in anger.

"Once my Dao Embryo is formed, I'll lose my sect. What's the point of keeping my reputation?! Go, ignite my essence blood, and contact the Blood Fiend Old Monster!"

Thousands of miles away, deep within the underground caverns of the Setting Sun Demon Palace.

The entire mountainside was filled with a massive Nine Nether Blood Pool from the Netherworld, where thick, pungent blood churned and churned, and countless Vengeful Souls wailed and struggled within.

On the lotus platform of white bones in the center of the blood pool, the emaciated old man suddenly opened his eyes.

Two beams of blood-red light, seemingly real, pierced through the dome-shaped stone wall.

The only Early Nascent Soul ancestor in the Southern Region of Cangwu, the Blood Fiend Old Monster.

"Buzz!!"

The blood sword pierced through the blood pool barrier, hovering in front of him, uttering Dugu Ao's urgent and chilling words.

A moment later, the Blood Fiend Old Monster's eyes twitched, and the blood jade ring in his palm was crushed into dust.

"Nine chimes of the Heavenly Bell... Six-year-old Immaculate Golden Core..."

He let out a strange, Ye Xiao- like laugh, a laugh tinged with undisguised terror.

"What a cunning Chen Changqing! He's been hiding his true strength! I, his ancestor, have cultivated diligently for four hundred years, absorbing the souls of ten thousand living beings to finally cross the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage. How could a mere brat, barely out of hair, possibly achieve the Core Formation upon birth?!"

A naturally born Dao embryo is the ultimate tonic for demonic cultivators, but it is also a sword hanging over their heads.

Once Chen Fan breaks through to the Deity Transformation, the Demon Cave of the Setting Sun Demon Palace will be the first place he can be used as a sacrificial offering to make a name for himself.

"Dugu Ao."

The Blood Fiend Old Monster flicked out a drop of his Lifeblood Essence, which disappeared into the Blood Sword, his voice hoarse and chilling.

"Ancestor, I agree! At the Boundary Mountain Soulbreak Cliff, we will meet by Divine Thought!"

After an incense stick has burned.

At the summit of Broken Soul Cliff, where Qingyun, Xuanjian, and Demon Palace meet, two illusory and unpredictable Primordial Spirit Dharma Form pierced through the air and manifested.

Dugu Ao's Sword Intent Dharma Form chilling and sharp, while Blood Fiend Old Monster's blood cloud Dharma Form was ferocious and overwhelming.

The two powerful factions, who were usually at odds, now stood several feet apart in the Void, their expressions ruthless like never before.

How to divide it?

The Blood Fiend Old Monster went straight to the point.

Dugu Ao remained expressionless.

"The Qingyun Mountain Protector Array had not yet been fully activated, Grand Elder Mo Wendao went to the back mountain to retrieve the Primal Chaos Heaven-Covering Robe, leaving the sect's defenses extremely weak. Today at Shenshi (3-5 PM), the elite forces of both factions launched a full-scale attack to slaughter the sect!"

"The three Middle-Grade Spirit Veins of the Myriad Sword Ancient Tomb and the Azure Cloud Main Peak belong to my Mysterious Sword Sect."

"All the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion and the Qi and Blood of five thousand inner disciples of Qingyun Sect will belong to your Demon Palace's Blood Pool."

The Blood Fiend Old Monster licked his dry, cracked lips with his scarlet tongue. "What about that six-year-old brat?"

A glint of malice flashed in Dugu Ao's eyes.

"You can have his Golden Core, and his body can be used to refine the Blood Corpse God Puppet. I only want his head, to hang at the Mysterious Sword Mountain as a warning to the Southern Region!"

"Make a deal!"

The Blood Fiend Old Monster let out a sinister laugh, and the blood clouds churned violently.

"Mo Wendao that old codger's lifespan is nearing its end. I, your ancestor, will personally set up the Myriad Souls Immortal-Devouring Array to wear him down. Chen Changqing is only at the Late Golden Core; you can handle him. As for that Golden Core Dao Embryo... his physical body hasn't Bone Refinement by the earth fire yet; his bones are brittle and his tendons weak. I only need to blow a breath of blood-fiend yin wind, and I can annihilate his Divine Soul!"

"Wait a minute."

Dugu Ao sneered and took out a bluish-gray communication jade slip from his robes.

"The Grand Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect is a spy I planted twenty years ago. Now, he has taken the opportunity to sneak into the back mountain to delay Mo Wendao's opening of the tomb."

"At 1:15 PM, the life gate of the Qingyun Cloud Mountain Protective Formation will surely be broken!"

The two Primordial Spirit Dharma Form looked at each other with sinister smiles, then transformed into streams of Stream of Light and dissipated on the cliff top.

At the same moment, in the forbidden area of the back mountain of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect.

The entire Myriad Sword Ancient Tomb is covered with tens of thousands of rusted, broken swords, exuding Sword Qi aura.

Grand Elder Mo Wendao, holding the sect leader's golden token, strode quickly toward an ancient blue stone coffin at the deepest part of the Sword Tomb.

Sealed inside the coffin was the Upper Earth Grade treasure passed down by the founding patriarch— the Primal Chaos Heaven-Covering Robe.

Suddenly, Mo Wendao stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at the sky, his cloudy pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

At some point, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of pale red blood aura appeared at the edge of the once pristine protective array above, faintly merging with the dark, swirling thunderclouds on the northern horizon.

"Bloodlust Locks the Void? Celestial Stars Shift?!"

Mo Wendao's mind trembled violently, his withered fingers rapidly calculating, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh no... The strange phenomenon has attracted jackals! Both factions are about to launch a full-scale attack on Setting Sun Mountain!"

He whirled around, intending to crush the communication talisman, but at the entrance of the ancient tomb, a figure in a gray robe had already silently blocked his path, three jet-black Spirit-Breaking Nails between his fingers.

Spirit Spring Hall of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect's inner sect.

Wisps of ethereal mist rose, and the bronze furnace in the center of the hall glowed a deep red.

Chen Changqing, his clothes half-undone and his face covered in dust, carefully lifted the pot lid and scooped a spoonful of the golden, rich Thousand-Treasure Spirit Liquid into a white jade bowl.

"Fan'er, drink slowly, be careful it's hot."

This Golden Core master, who was renowned throughout the Southern Region, smiled like an ordinary farmer as he held out a bowl to the white-robed child, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"This is the essence of the three-hundred-year-old Blood Jade Ginseng from the back mountain; it's perfect for warming the meridians and nourishing the blood vessels. Although you've received an incredible stroke of luck Creation your Golden Core, your bones and flesh are still too tender; you need to replenish them properly."

Chen Fan sat on a large, carved rosewood chair, his two short legs dangling in the air.

He was still holding half a piece of spirit candy in his hand. He looked at the bowl of soup that exuded a mixed aroma of spirit herbs, and his nostrils twitched slightly.

In the eyes of a mid-level Middle Martial God, this so-called Thousand-Treasure Spirit Liquid was as coarse as a bowl of muddy soup, with an outrageous amount of impurities.