Blood Blade Manifestation

Inside a dilapidated old house.

A burly figure pushed open the door and strode in.

The floorboards of the house seemed severely aged, emitting a series of creaky, strange sounds as the figure walked.

"Hiss!"

Accompanied by a puff of air, a faint light flickered to life within the room.

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

He glanced around, seemingly quite satisfied with his surroundings.

Then, he looked at his status panel, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

Tiger-Hundred Crack Saber Technique - Fifth Layer [Modifiable]!

"I really didn't expect that modifying this technique once would consume two modification points!"

Ling Yun looked at the two modification points he had left, his tone filled with a hint of emotion.

When he first obtained a modification point, he was disappointed when the modification option didn't appear.

On a whim, he killed another Evil Spirit, and surprisingly, this time it actually worked!

"I hope it doesn't disappoint me," Ling Yun muttered to himself, then focused and clicked.

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

Tiger-Hundred Crack Saber Technique - Sixth Layer!

"Pop!"

With a soft sound, as if breaking through some bottleneck, Ling Yun felt the vital energy within his body begin to surge uncontrollably.

The next moment, the violent vital energy erupted from his body, spreading outwards. Before he could react, it was all drawn back into his body.

In just this instant, more than half of the vital energy within him was depleted!

"This is..."

Ling Yun didn't care about the consumption of vital energy. Instead, he stared blankly at his palm. A thin layer of blood-red light was now attached to it, making it look as if he were wearing a blood-colored glove.

He subconsciously flicked his hand, and to his surprise, a blade of blood-red energy several feet long was directly flung out!

The blade was incredibly sharp, and anything it touched was silently sliced in two.

"Blood Blade Manifestation!"

Ling Yun looked at the deep saber mark in front of him, his expression a little strange.

The so-called Blood Blade Manifestation was a unique attack method for martial artists in the Bloodforging Realm.

Simply put, it was the ability to condense the scattered vital energy within the body into a tangible form and then use it to attack.

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

Although it sounded simple, in reality, achieving this required an extremely strong control over one's vital energy.

It often took ordinary Bloodforging Realm martial artists several years to master this ability, but with the system's help, he had undoubtedly shortened this time by countless times.

It was just a pity that while this ability was effective, the vital energy it consumed was also astonishing.

Ling Yun casually condensed a blood-colored greatsword several feet long. After just a few swings, he felt his vital energy draining away at an astonishing rate, like water from a breached dam.

He could only shake his head helplessly. Clearly, this ability was not suitable for prolonged frontal combat, as he would be drained dry before he could even defeat the enemy.

He casually dismissed the blood-colored greatsword and got up, preparing to leave.

Just then, a strange crawling sound came from outside the house.

It turned out that the previously dispersed vital energy had attracted an Evil Spirit from nearby.

Its face was densely embedded with countless eyes, and their movement made one's scalp tingle. Its sunken nostrils sniffed the air, revealing a hint of greed.

Then, using all four limbs, it crawled towards the house like a giant spider.

However, when it crashed through the door, it was met by a pair of scarlet eyes flashing with excitement.

"Oh? It seems my luck tonight is truly quite good!"

As the door slammed shut, a miserable roar echoed through the night sky, eventually coming to an abrupt halt and fading away.

Everything returned to its original tranquility.

Demon Suppression Division.

In a brightly lit room, several powerful-looking Demon Suppression Envoys were seated opposite each other.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with a cold expression slammed her palm onto the table in front of her, appearing furious.

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

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

If Ling Yun were present, he would recognize that the middle-aged woman with a cold expression bore a striking resemblance to the little girl he had previously scared into crying.

Across from her, Qin Wei stood with his arms crossed, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

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

"As a Demon Suppression Envoy, it's already embarrassing enough that you can't defeat a mere martial artist, and you still have the nerve to come here demanding an explanation from me?"

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

His words were laced with sarcasm, causing the middle-aged woman's chest to heave as she breathed heavily, her face turning ashen.

The other Demon Suppression Envoys standing nearby couldn't stand Qin Wei's arrogant attitude and began to reprimand him.

"Qin Wei, if we weren't giving you face, do you really think we'd allow a mere martial artist to act like this?"

"And why is it always our people who get attacked, while yours remain completely unharmed! Dare you say this wasn't something you specifically arranged?"

"That's right, Qin Wei. Regardless, you must give everyone an explanation for this matter!"

"Hmph! If you ask me, he's just a lowly martial artist. Since he's repeatedly provoked our boundaries, then we should just kill him."

The middle-aged woman was even more furious, glaring at Qin Wei with a frosty expression.

"Qin, I'm telling you, this is not over!"

"Either you bring that brat here yourself, or I'll take action tomorrow. If anyone gets killed or injured then, you can't blame me!"

Facing everyone's accusations, Qin Wei casually stretched, his icy gaze sweeping over each person.

"I say, you few have been chirping for ages, are you done yet?"

"If you're not satisfied, whether it's one or two of you, come out and fight me right now!"

With that, a phantom of a green dragon flashed past his body, unleashing a terrifying aura.

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

Seeing the phantom green dragon behind Qin Wei, their expressions changed, and their imposing aura involuntarily weakened, clearly showing their apprehension.

However, the middle-aged woman showed no signs of backing down. Countless phantom vines began to appear on her skin, and two strange petals bloomed 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 in the room instantly tensed.

Just as the situation was about to erupt, a calm voice suddenly echoed in the room, "What's all the commotion about? Why don't you tell me so I can hear too?"

A middle-aged man in scholarly robes emerged from the inner room and slowly approached them.

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

The others, on the other hand, sat up straight, not daring to act presumptuously in front of him.

"Since you have nothing to say, I'll speak," Wang Yuan swept his gaze across them, then settled on Qin Wei.

"Qin Wei, since you personally vouched for him, you are naturally responsible when something goes wrong."

After a moment of thought, Wang Yuan delivered his judgment.

"How about this: your salary will be deducted for three months, and the resources allocated to your team will also be reduced by one tier to compensate for the losses of others."

"Will there be any objections to this?"

Qin Wei grinned upon hearing this and waved his hand magnanimously, "I have no problem with it."

Although the others were dissatisfied with the light punishment, under Wang Yuan's watchful eye, they all meekly nodded.

However, their grim expressions clearly indicated that they had no intention of letting this matter rest.

They exchanged glances, seemingly plotting something in secret.

Wang Yuan saw it all but made no move to expose them. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly.

"In that case, this matter is concluded."

"Now, each of you will provide a detailed report on the situation in your respective regions."

All the Demon Suppression Envoys bowed their heads in agreement.