Sacrificing a Hundred People, Aptitude Raised to Grade C

Chen Du opened the "Blood Origin Sublimation Scripture" and read it word by word by the dim light of the oil lamp.

This technique isn't particularly profound; it follows the most common and bloodiest path of the Motian Sect, using one's own flesh and blood as fuel and spiritual energy as a catalyst to refine a wisp of Blood Origin True Qi within the body.

Once true qi is formed, one is qualified to attempt to break through to the "Blood Origin Unity True Qi" stage!

Once one cultivates true qi, one has officially entered the Qi Refining Realm of the Golden-Nature Fruition, and is no longer an ordinary Martial Fighter.

To be honest, although this technique is only the most basic one, its profoundness far surpasses anything he had seen before.

But Chen Du only watched it once, Houtian began to shine.

[You have begun to comprehend the "Blood Origin Sublimation Scripture"...]

[Divine Revelation Reading triggered, Martial Arts Creation Lv12 fully activated. You discover that this technique Qi Nourishing with blood and tempers blood with Qi, emphasizing the unity of blood and essence. You cross-reference several of its operational routes with the body-refining methods in the Martial Canon manual. Blood is the boat, Qi is the oar, and true Qi is the other shore.]

[You re-deduced the technique, making it purer, faster, and stronger. You also discovered that this technique has the effect of blood sacrifice...]

[In a short while, you have thoroughly grasped the essence of this technique and deduced the cultivation path most suitable for this body.]

Chen Du opened his eyes, a very faint light flashing in them.

He mastered techniques that others needed to spend a lot of time to even begin to learn in just a few minutes.

Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged and began circulating the Blood Origin Sublimation Scripture according to the route he had deduced.

Before long, he felt a slight heat in his dantian, as if a small flame was flickering, which was a sign that the Blood Origin True Qi was about to take shape!

With a loud boom, he refined a wisp of true energy and officially entered the Qi Refining Realm.

Outside, the night breeze from Butterfly Dragon Peak blew through the window cracks, causing the lamplight to flicker slightly.

Outside the stone house, the night was deep.

A cool breeze blew across Butterfly Dragon Peak, and the wisteria shimmered coldly in the moonlight.

Chen Du opened his eyes from his cultivation and suddenly heard a series of light footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, someone gently knocked on the door three times.

The door was pushed open, and a boy dressed in gray stood outside, a black iron token also hanging from his waist.

The senior brother smiled and first cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Du: "Wang Dong, I apologize for disturbing you. My Zhao Yuan, and I joined Butterfly Dragon Peak a while earlier than you."

His smile was polite, but there was a chilling feeling about it.

Chen Du looked at him, smiled slightly, and didn't reply.

Without waiting for Chen Du to offer him a seat, Zhao Yuan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He sat down at the table, his gaze sweeping over Chen Du's calm face, and sighed, "Junior brother, you haven't been here long, and you're probably still in the dark about what happened on Butterfly Dragon Peak. But I can't bear to see you die in such a confused state."

Chen Du said, "Oh?"

Zhao Yuan lightly traced his finger on the table and said in a low voice, "Do you know that everyone whose qualifications were rated as Grade D has been assigned here?"

You know what "Ding-class" means, right? It's the lowest grade. Logically speaking, someone with Ding-class aptitude shouldn't be able to cultivate true qi; they'd be lucky to even enter the beginner level.

But why would the sect still accept people like us? Because trash can be put to good use.

He pointed to the "Blood Origin Sublimation Scripture" beside Chen Du and continued, "On the surface, this technique teaches people to refine blood and harmonize qi, but its most fundamental use is not here."

Its most crucial function is blood sacrifice—sacrificing other practitioners of this technique to enhance one's own aptitude.

You've probably noticed, haven't you? There are pitifully few disciples on this peak.

Those who are alive are all those who have already sacrificed themselves for others, while those who were sacrificed die in vain. The sect only cares about the final result, not how many people die.

Of each batch of Class D waste delivered, only one is kept in the end.

This person's qualifications will be pushed all the way down to grade C, and everyone else will become his stepping stones.

Chen Du listened without saying a word.

He not only discovered it himself, but Wang Dong also had it in his memory.

From the day we went up the mountain Butterfly Dragon Peak was strange in every way, and occasionally at night there would be very faint screams.

There are too many stone houses, but very few with lights on.

Zhao Yuan looked at him and smiled again, a smile tinged with cruelty and pity. "Junior Brother Wang Dong, actually, you are the last one in this batch. The others, a total of 119 people! I have already sacrificed them all."

You haven't sacrificed anyone yet; the sacrificial power within you is pitifully weak!

He slowly stood up, the kindness in his eyes completely gone, replaced by uncontrollable greed.

"As long as I sacrifice you, my aptitude can be upgraded to grade C, and I can successfully cultivate true qi!"

"Junior brother, don't hate me. This is the rule of the sect. After you die, I will remember your name. At least, I once called you junior brother."

It can only be said that Wang Dong was unlucky to be the last one in this batch, and his death was almost certain!

A while ago, the entire Butterfly Dragon Peak was filled with bloodshed.

Zhao Yuan was the only survivor; his willpower, cunning, and ruthlessness were all top-notch.

Logically speaking, Senior Brother Zhao Yuan's sacrificial power should be at least 120 times that of Chen Du!

Chen Du slowly raised his eyes, the smile on his lips fading as he inwardly mocked the Motian Sect.

"Good, good, good. On my second day as a disciple, they've already put me under the Blood Skull Gu."

We, the nominal disciples with only the lowest rank, were like insects thrown into a cauldron of poison from the very first day we entered the sect.

"The living are used to climb over others; the dead are used as trash by the sect."

Suddenly, he noticed that the other person was laughing.

Zhao Yuan still wore a smile, but a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes, as if he sensed something was amiss.

Before he could react, Chen Du suddenly said, "Senior brother, take another look."

The moment he finished speaking, a surge of true energy erupted from his body.

Blood Origin True Qi surged forth, enveloping his figure like a thin mist, and the lights in the room were all dimmed by the force of the energy!

Zhao Yuan's smile froze instantly, his eyes widening as if he'd seen a ghost. "Impossible! How could you cultivate true qi? You're clearly only a third-grade aptitude! A third-grade aptitude could never cross that threshold!"

Chen Du said calmly, "Everyone's constitution is different. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

"You're talking nonsense! The sect's aptitude tests never go wrong! You—" Zhao Yuan's face turned pale, and he took a step back, his back hitting the door with a "bang".

He suddenly remembered something, and his voice became shrill, "You changed the cultivation method? You only got the cultivation method a day ago, how could you have changed it? Just who are you?"

Chen Du stood up and took a step towards him. "Do you think the sect would bother to create a custom-made cultivation method for each of these worthless individuals?"

Would you cram a top-of-the-line graphics card into an old, broken desktop computer? No way, there's no need. Just buy a new machine, isn't that enough?

"We're all consumables, garbage, trash. Not worth the effort. Once we break, we throw us away and replace us with new ones. So, nobody will look closely at what we're practicing, and nobody will even think about what's actually in the garbage dump!"

After he finished speaking, he flipped his palm, and the Blood Origin True Qi coiled out like a living snake, rushing towards Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was terrified and tried to escape, but there was no way to get out.

Chen Du's sacrificial power surged wildly under the influence of his true energy.

In the Blood Origin Sublimation Scripture, the presence or absence of true qi represents two completely different levels.

Those with true qi can offer sacrifices a thousand times stronger than those without.

That difference is like a candle flame compared to the blazing sun!

Zhao Yuan tried to resist, but felt as if his blood essence was being forcibly pulled out of his body, and excruciating pain exploded from all four limbs and bones at the same time.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a sound. Veins bulged under his skin, and his vital energy surged uncontrollably towards Chen Du.

His face withered visibly, his skin turned gray, his eye sockets sunken, and in an instant he became a dried-up shell, collapsing limply to the ground, lifeless.

Chen Du stood still, closed his eyes, and felt a warm power flowing into his body through his meridians, cleansing the foundation of his body.

It was like parched earth receiving a downpour!

The originally narrow and fragile meridians were widened inch by inch, and the true qi in the dantian also became more solid.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

His qualifications have now been successfully upgraded to Grade C.

He could kill Zhao Yuan easily, but it would be pointless and too easy on the other party.

Moreover, the fact that Zhao Yuan was not successfully sacrificed will attract the attention of the sect's upper echelons.

Although no one can deduce his whereabouts through cause and effect, the sect's higher-ups can physically visit him.

Improving qualifications is the top priority; Wang Dong's qualifications are still too poor.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he had no choice but to fight back.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground, but simply turned the lamp back on, sat back down on the bed, and continued his cultivation.

The night on Butterfly Dragon Peak is still long, but the game in the Gu Basin has only just begun.