Just by flipping through it, you've mastered it?

With a turn of his head, Jiang Lan looked at her upon hearing her words. He suddenly reached out and directly tore off the human-skin mask on her face. Immediately, a captivating and alluring face, capable of bringing ruin to a nation, was revealed, her eyes filled with shock.

After Song Youwei recovered, she was filled with shame and anger but dared not move rashly.

"So that's what you look like..."

Jiang Lan seemed satisfied as he withdrew his gaze, then casually left behind a jade pendant. "Within Great Xia, at any Changlong Business Alliance branch, present this jade pendant, and someone will naturally bring you to me."

He didn't care if Song Youwei guessed his identity.

She was a smart person; even if she guessed, she could only keep it deep in her heart and wouldn't dare to speak of it.

Now that he had obtained the Blood Immortal Sect's inheritance and gained strength, many matters and troubles would be easily resolved, and he wouldn't need to overthink.

Watching Jiang Lan's figure disappear into the depths of the underground palace, Song Youwei finally came back to her senses.

She looked at the jade pendant in her hand, which still seemed to hold residual warmth, her gaze complex.

"Changlong Business Alliance?"

"Miss, that's the foremost business alliance in Great Xia today. It's said to control over sixty percent of the Great Xia Dynasty's economy. Its presence can be seen in almost every dynasty and kingdom across the Nine Provinces Continent, and its trade routes even extend overseas to foreign lands..."

"I've heard some people say that the Changlong Business Alliance is backed by various top Immortal Sects, but others say it's actually an enterprise of the Prime Minister's Manor."

"Who do you think this mysterious man could be..."

Behind Song Youwei, the young maidservant with her hair in a bun said, full of shock and amazement.

Her other companions were also filled with shock and disbelief.

Song Youwei didn't speak. Her fair, jade-like hands gently clutched the jade pendant. On the other side, the character "Jiang" was engraved.

She pursed her red lips, carefully put away the jade pendant, and then said, "No one is allowed to speak of what happened today. It's best if you all forget it."

"If even a shred of this leaks out, no one can protect us. I fear that even a burial ground to die in would become a luxury..."

In her mind flashed various rumors about the Prime Minister's son: untalented, indulged in pleasures, unable to cultivate...

Especially thinking of the rumor "unable to cultivate," Song Youwei couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"Truly terrifying, he hid this too deeply..."

She sighed inwardly, then looked at her companions who were nodding frantically. "Let's leave here. Be careful of Ye's ambush on the way. He's cunning; though he escaped, he might not have truly left."

At the same time, at the end of the underground palace, after a brief rest along the way, Jiang Lan finally saw what he believed to be the tomb complex in a collapsed side hall.

Calling it a tomb complex was an exaggeration; it was actually a ruin, filled with traces of a great battle, broken pillars, rubble, and scattered white bones.

The blood-colored mist permeated every inch of space. Here, it was even more substantial, incredibly viscous, with some areas having turned into pools of blood.

Ordinary cultivators probably wouldn't even make it this far, being corroded by the blood-colored mist halfway and turning into withered bones and pus.

"The Blood Immortal Old Ancestor really died here..."

"After a fierce battle with a group of powerful enemies, he was heavily injured and fled back to his chambers to recover, but he was betrayed by his disciple. Although he killed his disciple, he himself was at the end of his rope."

"If I hadn't intervened, based on today's situation, the Blood Immortal Sect's inheritance would indeed have fallen into Ye Ming's hands."

While surprised, Jiang Lan could clearly sense a significant amount of Fortune related to Ye Ming and Song Youwei flowing into his spiritual sea.

In the original plot, Ye Ming wasn't the Protagonist, but he could at least be considered a person with great Fortune.

Song Youwei was even a beauty connected to the Protagonist Lin Fan.

"This Fortune is better than nothing. It's better than having none. The color of the Life Dao Fruit has deepened considerably, gradually maturing towards the second stage..."

In the abandoned chambers, Jiang Lan saw a collapsed blood jade bed, which emitted a faint bloody glow in the darkness.

A skeleton draped in a black robe sat on it, its head bowed, only bones remaining.

Not far away were four opened blood pools, but they had long since dried up. Many skeletons lay scattered within them. Even after many years, they still had a jade-like luster, indicating their strength in life.

"The Blood Immortal Old Ancestor was cunning in life. He didn't keep the Blood Immortal inheritance on himself or in the ancestral shrine, but under the blood jade bed where he usually cultivated..."

"But he wouldn't have left any protective measures like restrictions."

Recalling the plot in his mind, Jiang Lan manipulated the blood-colored mist in the area and destroyed the blood jade bed in front of him.

One restriction after another flashed, erupting with terrifying power fluctuations that made the chambers tremble as if about to collapse completely.

But fortunately, the blood-colored mist here was dense enough. Jiang Lan had recovered and rested along the way. Although his head was still empty and aching, he endured it.

"Crimson Forbidden Canon..."

Soon, as all the restrictions before him disappeared, Jiang Lan finally saw the item beneath the blood jade bed.

An ancient scroll, seemingly cast from blood-colored jade, emanated a bloody glow, lying quietly there, with a mysterious and profound aura surging.

Upon contact, it felt cool and smooth like jade, very peculiar, as if it wanted to merge with his palm.

"The most important thing for me right now is the Boundless River of Life within..."

Jiang Lan began to flip through it. The ancient vine in his spiritual sea also trembled.

On its verdant green leaves, an ancient and mysterious aura seemed to diffuse.

One of the leaves now seemed to be tinged with a bloody glow, truly like blood-colored jade, crystal clear, enchanting, and magnificent.

To Jiang Lan's surprise, he suddenly felt inspired. The Crimson Forbidden Canon in his hand instantly turned into a stream of bloody light and disappeared.

At the same time, countless insights and understandings of the Crimson Forbidden Canon flooded his mind.

All forbidden techniques, divine abilities, and heavenly creations were instantly and thoroughly understood, as if he had studied them for countless years.

"I haven't even started reading it, I just flipped through it, and I've already integrated and mastered it?" Jiang Lan was truly surprised and astonished.

It seemed the ancient vine's function was far more than just bearing the Qi Luck Dao Fruit.

However, he could also clearly feel that the power of fortune that had been lingering around the ancient vine seemed to have been completely consumed.

"It seems the prerequisite is still the nourishment of fortune..."

Jiang Lan noticed the vine leaf, which was like blood-colored jade, where the Crimson Forbidden Canon had just integrated.

Once he understood, he didn't dwell on it any further.

With the cultivation method in hand, this Blood-Colored Plateau was the most suitable place for him to cultivate, a place that would greatly "replenish" him.

Buzz!!!

Immediately, Jiang Lan sat down on the spot. Blood-red light enveloped his body, and every cell seemed to come alive, as if it had gained the ability to breathe, opening its mouth wide to feast.

Strands of blood-colored mist began to surge from all directions, overwhelming the area like rolling smoke, instantly engulfing him.

The void trembled continuously, and faintly, a blurry, blood-colored long river appeared above Jiang Lan's head.

Blood waves surged and churned, as if it were a dwelling for the dead, a destination for souls, where countless holy Buddhas and immortal corpses fell.