(Hm, 4,000 words, 1,000 more than yesterday. I'll see if I can do even more tomorrow.)
For Blood Demon Venerable to recover his former cultivation, he needed the blood essence of a great many living beings. Mortals would do, but cultivators were naturally the best.
He had planted restrictions on the couple, forcing them to acknowledge him as their master. Then, in secret, they brought disciples from their sect to serve as blood sacrifices for him.
Of course, in exchange, he had also given the two of them no small number of benefits, teaching them a set of demonic arts of extraordinary power.
Yet this was precisely what Cao Yue was worried about at this moment. She bit her lip and spoke with some concern. "Senior Brother, the main cultivation arts the two of us practiced before, though they weren't orthodox Daoist mystic arts, were still fairly well-known righteous-path techniques. Now that we've suddenly switched to cultivating evil demonic arts, are you truly not afraid something will go wrong?"
"This..." Zhou Mian hesitated briefly, then gave a bitter smile and sighed. "If it were an ordinary demonic art, your husband naturally would not take the risk. But this Devil Infant Art truly cannot be compared to ordinary techniques..."
The world was vast, and extraordinary people emerged in every generation. According to Blood Demon Venerable, this Devil Infant Art had been created a million years ago by some unknown senior.
That senior's talent and intellect had pierced the heavens, yet his Spirit Root for cultivating immortality could only be considered ordinary. Although, through all kinds of fortuitous encounters, he had cultivated to the late stage of Core Condensation, limited by his aptitude, forget forming an infant—even hoping to advance another step and reach the peak of the Core Condensation Realm had