The Origin Battle Form was not an especially difficult spell to learn; it merely placed stringent demands on mental strength. If one's mental strength was insufficient to withstand the whispers of vengeful spirits, they would inevitably collapse one day.
Lu Yang did not know about outsiders, but the old brothers of the Iron Blood Brotherhood all carried the lives and hopes of countless comrades on their shoulders.
Who among them had not been saved by someone else in battle? Who had not walked off the battlefield alive because other brothers had sacrificed themselves?
The brothers who had survived thought of only two things: avenging their fallen comrades and protecting their families and brothers. Even if vengeful spirits clung to them, their resolve would not waver in the slightest.
Lu Yang taught at a rapid pace, and De Bu Chang Shi and the others learned just as quickly. Before a day had passed, they were already sitting on the ground, attempting to use the Origin Battle Form.
Xiao Liang approached carrying two storage bags. One contained Red Flame Crystals, while the other held the bloodline of the Highland Hurricane Clan. He said, "There are five million bottles of bloodline, 1.2 million Red Flame Crystals, plus five thousand spatial cores and sixteen hundred soul spirits."
"Give the spatial cores and soul spirits to our brothers. Keep the bloodline for our Wind Mage corps. Hand the surplus over to the academy so they can use it to train students," Lu Yang said.
The Iron Blood Brotherhood's Wind Mage corps had never possessed a good bloodline. The Highland Hurricane Clan's bloodline was also high-grade, making it suitable for them. However, Lu Yang did not intend for them to keep using this bloodline forever. It was only a temporary measure; eventually, they would need ancient