Blood Refinement Hall

Kong Sang Mountain, Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave

Jiang Ming used his protective qi shield to rush into the cave. As soon as he entered, he saw swarms of bats on the cave ceiling and thick layers of bat droppings on the ground. The thickness and length of the droppings suggested they had accumulated for a long time, as if the ground was paved with excrement. The top layer looked soft and seemed to be steaming. Various smells mixed together, emitting a peculiar stench that was simply indescribable.

At this point, Jiang Ming understood that the biggest attack of the Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave was this road of excrement. The impact on normal people was imaginable. If someone with trypophobia or mysophobia came here, they would probably collapse directly without even fighting. Can you imagine standing on excrement?

Jiang Ming didn't dare to imagine it any further. The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt. Immediately, he closed his mouth and nose, and all of his Celestial Human Middle Stage cultivation was activated. Jiang Ming himself rushed like a beam of light towards the end of the filthy road, not wanting to stay for even a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ming noticed an abnormality in the ground ahead. He knew he was finally going to get through it, but just in case, he shot a finger force towards the ground ahead. With a "bang," a small hole appeared in the ground.

Jiang Ming knew he could relax. When he stepped onto that clean, hard ground, Jiang Ming suddenly had the illusion that this was the happiest moment of his life. After a moment of sighing, Jiang Ming looked up. The bats above his head had long disappeared. He only saw a red line running across the top of the cave, as if it were growing in the rock.

With this red line as the boundary, countless bats were blocked outside, and none dared to cross the line, as obedient as well-trained dogs.

Jiang Ming stood on the side of the red line and used his perception to explore the surroundings for any abnormalities. Jiang Ming, remembering the plot, knew that although the Blood Refinement Hall had been destroyed, there were still remnants. Later, these Blood Refinement Hall disciples were led by someone called Oldest Nian, who was determined to restore the Blood Refinement Hall to its former glory and wanted to find the location of the Blood Drop Cave. Unfortunately, his skills were average, but his ambitions were higher than the sky, and his life was thinner than paper.

Seeing that there were no abnormalities around, Jiang Ming walked towards the depths of the cave. As Jiang Ming's pace quickened, the surroundings began to darken again. The cave became narrower and narrower, and it was winding and bottomless. Jiang Ming suspected that the Black Heart Old Man had dug through the entire Kong Sang Mountain and penetrated at least several hundred meters into the ground. If it weren't for Jiang Ming's amazing perception, sensing that the moisture and humidity in the air were getting heavier and constantly sloping downwards, he would have suspected that he had been walking in place, going around and around and coming back to the same spot.

Relying on his extraordinary perception, Jiang Ming continued to move forward. After an unknown amount of time, the winding road finally changed and began to open up. Jiang Ming saw two forks in the road ahead, deep and dark, leading to unknown destinations. In the middle of the two forks stood a stone tablet as tall as six people, with four blood-red characters engraved on it: Heaven's Path is Within Me!

Jiang Ming looked at the stone tablet and couldn't help but sneer, saying, "Truly ignorant. Although we cultivators are seizing the creation of heaven and earth and going against the heavens, as the saying goes: 'To follow is to be mortal, to go against is to be immortal.' But even demonic cultivators who have not achieved immortality or reached the Taiqing stage dare to say that Heaven's Path is Within Me. Even mortals know the principle of building high walls, storing grain, and slowly claiming kingship. Black Heart Old Man, you are so high-profile, who wouldn't destroy you? You deserve it!"

Jiang Ming looked at the small cracks at the bottom of the stone tablet and thought, "It seems that Oldest Nian and his gang are behind these forks. If they hide obediently, they can save their lives and leave it to Zhang Xiao Fan and the others to clean up. Otherwise, they might have to go down to see the Black Heart Old Ghost."

Then, Jiang Ming walked towards the left fork. This fork was even narrower than before. Seeing this, Jiang Ming cursed in his heart, "Couldn't this Black Heart Old Ghost make the road wider? Wouldn't it be more convenient for your own people to pass through? Doesn't he know the principle that helping others is helping yourself?"

Just as Jiang Ming continued to walk deeper, a yellow light suddenly attacked Jiang Ming. Seeing this, Jiang Ming casually released a Three Points Divine Finger. After a collision, Jiang Ming used the light to see that the yellow light was a three-foot-long sword. He immediately understood that Oldest Nian and his gang of Blood Refinement Hall remnants had made their move. Judging by the posture, they must have been lying in ambush here.

Jiang Ming didn't care at all. In his opinion, they were simply rushing to be reincarnated! He immediately took out the Soaring Frost Sword with his right hand, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, but provoked, "It seems that the Blood Refinement Hall has no one left. They are all just some shady minions."

After the flying sword collided with the finger force, the yellow flying sword flew back to the hand of a thin man with fierce eyes. Seeing that the surprise attack had failed and hearing what Jiang Ming said, the man immediately stopped hiding and appeared in front of Jiang Ming, unable to help but say, "Which family's little brat are you? Don't you even ask what place this is? You dare to mock the Blood Refinement Hall here. When the Blood Refinement Hall was glorious, your grandfather probably wasn't even born yet?"

Jiang Ming saw that the enemy who showed himself was a thin, tall man. He didn't look like Oldest Nian or Wild Dog, so he was probably just a minion. He didn't want to waste words. Since entering Kong Sang Mountain, it had been nothing but bats and excrement, going around and around like a rat's nest. A burst of depression burned in Jiang Ming's chest. He directly drew the Soaring Frost Sword with his right hand and used the Sword Drawing Technique. It was perfect to use this sword technique in this narrow cave. A flash of green light, like light and electricity, flashed by. Seeing this, the man wanted to offer a magic weapon to resist, but before he could pinch the magic formula, the light and shadow had disappeared, and Jiang Ming had already sheathed his sword.

"How... could... it be..." The man wanted to say something, but suddenly saw the bloody eye at his chest. Realizing something, he unwillingly said the last three words of his life, as if he couldn't believe it.

Drawing the sword and sheathing it, the death of a person is as simple as the extinguishing of a lamp. For Jiang Ming, who was extremely depressed, he wouldn't give you a chance to talk nonsense. In his opinion, that was a waste of time. Since you are an enemy, there is no need to hold back. Jiang Ming has always believed that anything is fine in daily life, but once in battle, you must be quick, accurate, and ruthless. You can't dawdle, and you can't talk nonsense. Jiang Ming still knows the principle that villains die from talking too much. Although he is not a villain, he must remember: don't be reserved, don't hold back, and nip threats in the bud.