Breakthrough! Blood Qi Realm! (Please Bookmark)

Breakthrough! Blood Qi Realm! (Please Bookmark~)

No one knew when such an organization had appeared on the lands of the Martial Dynasty—the Rebirth Cult!

They wore white hemp garments like mourning clothes and proclaimed that all people suffered, and only by believing in the Old Mother could one be reborn into ultimate bliss.

At first, the Rebirth Cult had few followers, but as years of disaster arrived, more and more impoverished commoners began to believe in it.

The Rebirth Cult also seemed to possess considerable ability. It was said that those suffering from grave illnesses could receive talisman water bestowed by a Rebirth Cult master; after drinking it for several days, their serious illnesses would be cured.

The poor commoners were ignorant, naturally revering it as divine and believing in it with fanatical fervor.

But Chen Yan, who had transmigrated from a later age, only sneered at this.

This so-called talisman water curing illnesses was nothing more than survivor bias.

If one was cured, it meant one had believed sincerely. If one was not cured, then one's heart had not been sincere and one had not truly believed.

Then again, even if there really was efficacious talisman water, would the Rebirth Cult truly use it on poor commoners?

Chen Yan remained skeptical.

Having seen through its true nature, Chen Yan naturally kept his distance from the Rebirth Cult, avoiding it as one would snakes and scorpions.

Shaking his head and casting these thoughts to the back of his mind, Chen Yan looked around and found that the rain had stopped. More and more pedestrians were returning to the streets, and after the rain, the air in Shanxi Town was filled with the fresh scent of earth.

After crossing another two streets, Chen Yan arrived at his destination—Ping An Fang.

Before he even approached, Chen Yan saw familiar neighbors gathered before the ward in three layers within and three layers without, all chattering anxiously.

"Tragic... Truly tragic..."

"I heard they didn't even spare the children. The blood that flowed was three feet deep! How could the murderer be so heartless?"

"Was this the fourth case or the fifth?"

"The fifth! Who knows when the yamen will finally bring this villain to justice..."

"No, no, I can't stay in Shanxi Town any longer. Who knows whether it'll happen to me next? Tomorrow, I'm going to seek shelter with relatives in the Prefecture City."

"You, Old Zhang, have relatives to turn to. I'm the miserable one—my whole family, young and old, is here. Who knows when these days will ever end..."

"Alas..."

The crowd was heavy with worry, fear written across their faces. As Chen Yan drew closer, he discovered that the entrance to one household had already been sealed off. Constables had stretched cloth barriers to keep people away. The lead constable was a tall, burly man with a curved blade slung at his waist. His hands were covered in calluses, and he stood before the door with his brows tightly furrowed.

Recognizing the man's face, Chen Yan hesitated briefly before finally calling out,

"Uncle Zhao."

The man turned at the sound. Seeing Chen Yan, his furrowed brow eased, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Little Yan, is that you? Were you helping Granny Chen again?"

Chen Yan nodded and stepped forward two paces. Before he could get close, he caught a thick stench of blood. Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw blood nearly carpeting the entire courtyard behind the door—a horrifying sight. After hesitating for a moment, he still could not help asking,

"Uncle Zhao, this is..."

Zhao Gang did not explain. He merely patted Chen Yan on the shoulder.

"Be alert when you sleep at night. If you encounter danger, don't be afraid. Escape first, and shout loudly for help as you run. Understand?"

Seeing Zhao Gang's solemn expression, Chen Yan could not help feeling weighed down. He nodded heavily.

"I understand."

"Alright, hurry home. Don't worry. Uncle Zhao is here."

Zhao Gang patted Chen Yan on the shoulder again and urged him on.

Nodding, Chen Yan turned and left with heavy steps, though unease quietly stirred within him.

Shanxi Town had not been peaceful lately. Several massacres had wiped out entire households, yet the murderer had never been brought to justice, leaving

the residents of Shanxi Town in a state of panic.

The previous massacres had all occurred in other neighborhoods, so Chen Yan had not paid much attention. But now that one had happened right at his doorstep, he could not help growing uneasy.

Just as others had said, who knew whether it would happen to him?

A sense of urgency rose in his heart, and his pace quickened. Before long, he reached his residence.

It was a small two-courtyard home left behind by the original owner's parents.

Crossing the separate little courtyard, he pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. After locking the door behind him, Chen Yan could no longer wait to draw in his consciousness.

As his consciousness sank, he entered the void once more. At the center of that space stood the Heavenly Book of Merit, white as jade, eternal and unchanging.

Suppressing his excitement, Chen Yan opened the first page and silently recited,

"Activate Minor Fortune of Great Luck."

Soon, one hundred merits dropped to zero, followed by a string of tiny Cloud Seal Script characters.

"One hundred merits. Bestowed: Minor Fortune of Great Luck—Great Return Pill."

Eagerly withdrawing from the void, Chen Yan found a round, plump black pill in his palm. It faintly exuded a refreshing fragrance that penetrated the heart and spleen.

"It's actually a Great Return Pill!"

Staring at the black pill in his hand, Chen Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Unlike his previous life, martial arts truly existed in the Martial Dynasty.

According to the original owner's memories, martial arts flourished throughout the Martial Dynasty. Those who attained great mastery could split gold and shatter stone, crossing rivers on a single reed.

The entry to martial arts consisted of the three blood-changing realms, each realm bringing a complete rebirth. Those at the Third Blood Qi Realm could lift cauldrons with their strength, possessing the power of nine oxen and two tigers, able to split gold and shatter stone with ease.

There were Martial Masters like that in Shanxi Town. Even the magistrate of Shanxi County had to show such Martial Masters considerable courtesy and respect.

There were even rumors among the people that immortals existed within the Martial Dynasty. However, the original owner had lived in Shanxi Town since childhood and had never seen one, so Chen Yan did not know whether the rumors were true.

The matter of immortals was too distant for Chen Yan to reach for now, but the path of martial arts was something he could explore.

When he had first transmigrated, Chen Yan had wanted to find a martial arts school and become an apprentice. Unfortunately, the tuition fees had been too high, and he could only set the idea aside. He had never expected that after three months, the situation would take such a sudden turn.

A Great Return Pill from Shaolin Temple!

How could Chen Yan not have heard of the Great Return Pill, so famous in his previous life?

He simply had not expected that the Minor Fortune of Great Luck exchanged for one hundred merits would be a Great Return Pill.

If Minor Fortune of Great Luck was already like this, what about Medium Fortune of Great Luck, Great Fortune of Great Luck, or blessings of even higher levels?

There might even be the legendary methods of immortal cultivation among them!

At that thought, Chen Yan could not stop the excitement welling up inside him.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yan swallowed the pitch-black pill in his hand.

The pill entered his stomach, and saliva flooded his mouth.

About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, Chen Yan's body suddenly shuddered as a surging heat exploded from his stomach!

The Great Return Pill he had swallowed seemed to transform into countless blazing coals!

The scorching heat burst forth, washing over his stomach walls again and again.

"What fierce medicinal power!"

Chen Yan's eyes widened, his face flushing as though he were drunk.

Waves of burning, searing pain spread through his body—his intestines and stomach, five viscera, bones, and limbs. In the blink of an eye, the heat had spread through his internal organs and every limb and bone...

The process was agonizing, as if hundreds and thousands of iron hammers were pounding his flesh, skin, tendons, and bones. The pain nearly made Chen Yan cry out.

His blood felt as boiling hot as water, roiling and churning!

Hot!

Though it was only early spring, large beads of sweat began to seep from Chen Yan's forehead.

He had long since removed his padded jacket. His clothes were soaked through, sweat pouring from him in torrents.

There were even faint traces of crimson mixed into that sweat, while his chest burned and churned like a furnace!

An unknown amount of time passed. It was not until the moon hung high in the middle of the sky that the intense pain finally began to slowly fade.

"Hoo~"

Inside the room, Chen Yan lay sprawled on the floor, his chest rising and falling as steam rose from his sweat-drenched body. He was red all over, like a boiled shrimp.

The heat still remained within him, but it was no longer scalding. It wrapped around his entire body, making him feel as though he were soaking in a hot spring.

But this heat was no longer medicinal power. It was his blood.

The Blood Qi Realm—he had broken through!