Blood Blade Manifestation

At that moment, inside a dilapidated old house.

A burly figure pushed open the door and strode inside.

The floorboards seemed badly aged. As the figure walked, they let out a series of strange creaks.

Hiss!

Accompanied by the sound of a breath being blown, a faint flame lit up the room.

Under the firelight, Ling Yun's calm face was revealed.

He glanced around, seemingly quite satisfied with the surroundings.

He then looked at his panel, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling into a smile.

Tiger-Hundred Crack Saber Technique—Fifth Layer, modifiable!

"I never thought modifying this technique once would actually consume two Modification Points!"

Ling Yun looked at the two Modification Points he had left, his tone somewhat rueful.

When he had first gained one Modification Point and seen that the modification option had not appeared, he had been somewhat disappointed.

With the mindset of giving it a try, he had killed another Evil Spirit. To his surprise, this time he had truly succeeded!

"Hope you won't disappoint me." Ling Yun muttered, then focused and tapped down.

As the panel blurred for a moment, the information for the Tiger-Hundred Crack Saber Technique immediately changed.

Tiger-Hundred Crack Saber Technique—Sixth Layer!

Pop!

With a soft sound, as though some bottleneck had been broken, Ling Yun felt the qi and blood within his body begin to stir beyond his control.

The next moment, violent qi and blood burst out from his body and spread in all directions. Before he could react, it all withdrew back into him.

In that instant alone, the power of qi and blood in his body had dropped by more than half!

"This is..."

Ling Yun paid no attention to the loss of qi and blood. Instead, he stared blankly at his palm. A thin layer of Bloodlight now clung to it, making it look as though he wore a blood-colored glove.

He casually flicked his hand, only to send out a blood-red saber light several feet long!

The saber light was incomparably sharp. Whatever it touched was silently cleaved in two.

"Blood Blade Manifestation!"

Ling Yun looked at the deep saber mark before him, his expression somewhat strange.

Blood Blade Manifestation referred to a unique method of attack possessed by Bloodforging Realm martial artists.

To put it plainly, it was the ability to condense the originally diffuse qi and blood within one's body into tangible form and use it to attack.

The length and strength of the blood blade were directly proportional to the amount of qi and blood consumed by the martial artist.

Though it sounded simple, achieving this required extremely strong control over one's qi and blood.

Ordinary Bloodforging Realm martial artists often needed several years to master this ability. Yet with the system's help, he had undoubtedly shortened that time countless times over.

Unfortunately, useful as this ability was, its consumption of qi and blood was equally astonishing.

Ling Yun casually condensed a blood-red greatsaber several feet long. After merely swinging it a few times, he felt the qi and blood in his body draining at an astonishing rate, like a reservoir with its floodgates thrown open.

He could only shake his head helplessly. Clearly, this ability was not suited for prolonged direct combat. Otherwise, before he defeated his enemy, he would be drained dry first.

With a casual motion, Ling Yun put away the blood-red greatsaber and rose to leave.

Just then, an eerie crawling sound came from outside the house.

The qi and blood that had previously leaked out had drawn a nearby Evil Spirit over.

Its face was densely embedded with countless eyes. As they rolled about, they made one's scalp tingle. Its sunken nostrils sniffed the air, revealing a trace of greed.

Then it crawled toward the house before it on all fours, like a gigantic spider.

Yet when it smashed open the door, it met a pair of scarlet eyes glittering with excitement.

"Oh? Looks like my luck tonight is truly not bad!"

As the door slammed shut with a bang, a miserable howl rang out across the night sky before abruptly stopping and vanishing.

Everything returned to its original calm.

Demon Suppression Division.

Inside a brightly lit room, several powerful Demon Suppression Envoys sat facing one another.

Bang!

Suddenly, a cold-faced middle-aged woman slammed her palm onto the table before her, looking utterly furious.

"Qin Wei! What exactly do you mean by this?"

"You must give me an explanation for this matter!"

If Ling Yun had been present, he would have recognized that this cold-faced middle-aged woman bore a seventy percent resemblance to the little girl he had frightened into tears before.

Across from her, Qin Wei sat with his arms crossed, not even raising his eyelids.

"An explanation? Who do you think you are?"

"As a Demon Suppression Envoy, it is shameful enough that you lost to a mere martial artist. You actually have the nerve to come demand an explanation from me?"

"Tell your subordinates that if I were them, I'd find a block of tofu and smash my head into it!"

His words bristled with barbs, making the middle-aged woman gasp in rage, her face turning livid.

Qin Wei's arrogant attitude was more than the other Demon Suppression Envoys could bear, and they began criticizing him one after another.

"Qin Wei, if we had not given you face, do you think we would have allowed a mere martial artist to act so recklessly?"

"Besides, why is it that every time there is an attack, it is our people who suffer, while your people are completely unharmed? Do you dare say this was not deliberately arranged by you?"

"That's right, Qin Wei. No matter what, you must give everyone an explanation for this!"

"Hmph! In my opinion, he is nothing more than a lowly martial artist. Since he has repeatedly provoked our bottom line, just kill him."

The middle-aged woman was even more enraged, her face icy as she looked at Qin Wei.

"I'm telling you, Qin, this isn't over!"

"Either you bring that brat here yourself, or I will make my move personally tomorrow. If anyone dies or gets hurt then, don't blame me!"

Faced with everyone's accusations, Qin Wei merely stretched lazily, his icy gaze sweeping over every person in the room.

"I say, you've been yapping on and on for so long. Are you done yet?"

"If you're dissatisfied, whether it's one of you or two, come outside and fight me now!"

As he spoke, an azure dragon shadow flashed across his body, and a terrifying aura swept out.

"Soaring Dragon! Qin Wei, you actually want to fight us over a lowly martial artist!"

Seeing the phantom Azure Dragon behind Qin Wei, their expressions changed. Their momentum weakened considerably, showing how deeply they feared him.

Yet the middle-aged woman did not retreat in the slightest. Countless phantom vines began to emerge across the surface of her skin, while two bewitching petals appeared deep within her pupils.

"Hmph! Qin Wei, others may fear your Soaring Dragon, but I, Ghost Bloom, do not!"

The two stood facing each other, and the atmosphere abruptly froze.

Just as the situation was on the verge of erupting, an indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the room. "What's all this commotion about? Why not tell me so I can hear it too?"

A middle-aged man wearing a Confucianism robe emerged from the inner room and slowly walked before them.

Under his gaze, even Qin Wei, who had the most explosive temper, gave a dry laugh and obediently sat down.

As for the others, they sat upright and proper, not daring to act presumptuously before him.

"Since none of you have anything to say, I will speak instead." Wang Yuan swept his gaze around before settling it on Qin Wei.

"Qin Wei, since you personally guaranteed this person, then if something happened, you should naturally be responsible."

At this point, Wang Yuan pondered for a moment before delivering his judgment.

"Let us do this. Deduct three months of your salary, and reduce the resources allocated to your team by ten percent to compensate for the others' losses."

"Does anyone have any objections?"

Qin Wei grinned upon hearing this and waved his hand magnanimously. "I have no objections."

Though the others were dissatisfied with such a mild punishment, beneath Wang Yuan's gaze, they still nodded one after another.

But judging by their grim expressions, they clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest.

They exchanged glances, seemingly plotting something in secret.

Though Wang Yuan saw everything clearly, he had no intention of exposing them. He lifted his teacup and took a light sip before speaking calmly.

"Since that is the case, this matter ends here."

"Now, report in detail on the situation in each of your respective areas."

The Demon Suppression Envoys all lowered their heads and answered in acknowledgment.