The Miraculous Blood Vein Grass

Blood Vein Grass was a Low-grade Yellow Tier spirit herb. Its grade was not high; even ten-year-old Blood Vein Grass sold for only thirty Spirit Stones per stalk.

Yet Han Yuan felt that this herb was far from simple.

He did not even care what the Random Buff Multiplier would be. He carefully observed the formation of the Blood Veins, trying to discern the principles within.

But if those principles had truly been so easy to see through, they would have long since been concealed instead of appearing so commonly on the market.

"They formed so naturally. Looking at the shapes of the veins, they are already completely different from those on the blades of grass. The Blood Veins in every inch of flesh are different as well. They take shape according to their surroundings, as though carved by heaven and wrought by earth—seamless, natural, and harmonious."

Han Yuan scratched his head. He had observed as carefully as he could, yet still could not make sense of it. This thing was somewhat like inscription patterns and somewhat like Spirit Script, but fundamentally, it was not the same as either.

"The mysteries of the Cultivation World are no less profound than the physics of my previous life—perhaps even more abstruse and difficult to comprehend."

Han Yuan even called upon the Wood Spirit Script and Forest Spirit Script in his mind, but the boost they provided to the Blood Veins was minuscule.

Han Yuan opened his eyes and watched the number "3" rapidly fade away.

He also realized that these words only vanished after he had truly seen them, no matter how long he waited in between. If he did not lock the dice in advance, they would choose a number on their own, and such numbers were usually very small.

"Forget it. Since I can't figure it out, I might as well properly absorb the special power of the Blood Vein Grass."

With a wave of his hand, ten stalks of Blood Vein Grass flew out.

Qi Sword Slash!

With a thought, ten Qi Swords flashed past in an instant, and forty blades of grass fell down.

Han Yuan inhaled, drawing all the leaves into his stomach.

He opened his eyes and refined them while looking ahead.

Forty dice flashed past in an instant, then merged into a single die that was slightly larger.

The die spun rapidly, but Han Yuan still could not make out the numbers flashing across it.

"Once I cultivate an eye-type spell..." Han Yuan's gaze fell upon the Storage Pouch containing the Spirit Rhino Snake Gallbladder.

He had specifically selected the Spirit Rhino Snake Gallbladder so that he could cultivate an eye-type spell in the future and clearly see the numbers on the spinning die. There was no other meaning behind it. For the time being, he did not have any good eye-type spells, so he was in no hurry to consume this material. It had always been meant for future use.

Han Yuan came back to himself and locked the die with his will.

The next moment.

The number "7" appeared on one face of the die.

The blood-colored energy within his body grew even more immense, swiftly spreading toward the flesh and bones throughout his body.

This time, the blood-colored energy was already very distinct. Through Spiritual Sense, Han Yuan saw that once the energy attached itself to flesh, it rapidly formed Blood Veins, which connected with the Blood Veins that had already formed nearby and created larger Blood Veins. Some of those veins connected once more with the miniature meridians, and at their intersections, extremely miraculous rune-like structures took shape.

After spiritual power passed through this area and transformed, it became blood-colored energy. It circulated through the Blood Veins, nourishing both himself and the surrounding flesh.

As the Blood Veins expanded in scale, their rate of absorbing spiritual power also began to increase greatly.

Han Yuan did not stop it. Instead, he circulated his cultivation technique, directing part of his spiritual power toward the connecting points for the Blood Veins to convert and absorb.

The blood-colored energy from the Blood Vein Grass was digested very quickly. The power of ten stalks of Blood Vein Grass could not stir up much of a ripple at all.

As Han Yuan refined them, he gradually discovered why Blood Vein Grass only worked when swallowed whole.

The Blood Veins on the leaves formed a single whole. If they were damaged, the blood-colored energy would dissipate. What he absorbed was the Blood Veins themselves; the leaves were merely vessels. Though the leaves also strengthened the body, that effect instead interfered with the absorption of the Blood Veins.

Han Yuan's heart stirred, and he took out another four leaves.

This time, he did not swallow them. Instead, he held them in his mouth, wrapping the Blood Veins on the leaves directly with spiritual power and extracting them.

Once those Blood Veins left the leaves, they became red energy and merged into Han Yuan's body.

He discovered that this blood-colored energy could not exist without a vessel. It had to be transferred from one vessel to another; if it floated in his mouth, it would likewise be destroyed.

He took out more leaves and placed them on his palm. As his spiritual power refined the Blood Veins on the leaves, they indeed transformed into blood-colored energy once more and seeped into his body through his skin.

This made refining them much easier.

In one breath, he took out a hundred stalks of Blood Vein Grass.

He unleashed Qi Sword Slash, and streams of invisible Sword Qi cleanly stripped away the leaves. Then Qi Sword Slash withdrew its killing intent and guided the leaves down onto Han Yuan's body.

Han Yuan swiftly mobilized his spiritual power to refine them. Once the Blood Veins on the leaves had been refined, the leaves fell away on their own, drifting down around Han Yuan.

Han Yuan refined the Blood Vein Grass at high speed.

Unknowingly, his use of Qi Sword Slash had reached a miraculous level. Those Sword Qi streams were like extensions of Han Yuan's fingers—exceptionally nimble. When sharp, they could cleave gold and shatter jade; when gentle, they harmed neither grass nor tree and did not damage a single hair. Without him realizing it, Qi Sword Slash had already reached perfection.

Han Yuan did not notice this. All his attention was focused on the Blood Veins.

Every clump of blood-colored energy could form a patch of Blood Veins. After being multiplied, it became several or even dozens of patches, and every patch could connect to a miniature meridian.

One or two patches of Blood Veins were inconspicuous, but when the millions of Blood Veins throughout Han Yuan's body truly condensed into a complete Blood Vein system, his physical aptitude had already reached an unimaginable level.

Millions of Blood Veins connected with millions of miniature meridians, forming a network of the utmost complexity.

Yet the Wood Spirit Heart could still flawlessly coordinate the operation of the meridians, and the circulation of spiritual power remained incomparably smooth.

Especially within his liver, Blood Veins likewise covered the organ, while the power of the Wood Spirit Heart also spread throughout it.

Their interweaving was undoubtedly countless times tighter than in the flesh elsewhere.

A great amount of Wood Spirit Power was transported through the connection points into the Blood Veins, but the conversion speed of the Blood Veins could not compare with the transmission speed of the Wood Spirit Power. Those Blood Veins gradually turned pale green.

Han Yuan discovered in shock that the Wood Spirit Heart was "refining" these Blood Veins and bringing them under its own control.

To be honest, these Blood Veins were indeed somewhat difficult to control. Though they were within Han Yuan's body, they still carried the feeling of foreign objects. But within his liver—

These Blood Veins had gradually come under the governance of the Wood Spirit Heart.

Han Yuan could also mobilize these fleshly veins more naturally. After discovering that the effect of converting vital energy had not disappeared after their color changed, but had instead become even stronger, Han Yuan did not stop the change. On the contrary, he accelerated the Wood Spirit Heart's "refinement."

Once all the Blood Vein Grass had been used up, Han Yuan focused completely on accelerating the integration of the Wood Spirit Heart and the Blood Veins.

Like a white colt flashing past a crack, an unknown amount of time passed.

Han Yuan opened his eyes. Dense green networks seemed to fill them, turning them green, but after a short while, everything returned to normal. His distinct black-and-white eyes revealed a vibrant spirituality.

He glanced at several lines of numbers that flashed past before him.

Random Buff Multiplier: 72

Blood Vein Grass Enhancement Effect *72

"Seventy-two times?"

Han Yuan's eyes widened. This was the largest multiplier he had ever seen!

He had never imagined there could be such a large number. It seemed that the enormous quantity of ten thousand stalks of Blood Vein Grass had indeed raised the die's multiplier limit.

Han Yuan ignored the words and felt the surging vitality within his body, deeply satisfied. Even his breath seemed to carry the fragrance of grass leaves—well, it was not merely seeming. At this moment, he really was buried amid a large pile of discarded Blood Vein Grass leaves...