True Monarch Ran Gu

Stepping over layer upon layer of corpses and white bones, he made his way up the mountain one step at a time, passing through layers of bloody, terrifying restrictions.

At the mountaintop,

A withered, gaunt old man sat cross-legged on the ground. No sharp aura showed from him. Seeing him approach, he tugged at his face and revealed a kindly smile.

"Greetings, Master!"

True Person Blood Bone kowtowed in salute.

"My disciple, no need for such formality."

"How has your cultivation been these past years? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

True Monarch Ran Gu asked kindly.

"Yes, Master. While practicing the Blood Bone Sword Technique, this disciple has had some doubts..."

True Person Blood Bone's spirits rose. He hurriedly raised, one by one, all the questions he had accumulated over the years, waiting for his master's answers.

In the past, such opportunities had been rare.

Being allowed to ask questions once every twenty or thirty years was already quite good. It also depended on his master's mood. If he happened to catch him at the wrong time, he would often be beaten until his flesh split and his skin tore.

"The Blood Bone Sword Technique leans toward ferocity and brutality. Refine it with the Blood of Living Beings. It is best cultivated on a battlefield. The Sword Son's side is quite suitable. Once you finish matters here, you may go serve under the Sword Son.

"You should temper and advance your Dao Path with your enemies' blood. This is the destiny of us sword cultivators. If you wish to improve your cultivation, then go slaughter..."

True Monarch Ran Gu patiently and meticulously explained his disciple's difficulties, answering questions from time to time.

"Exactly."

Then, his words suddenly paused, and he gave a soft sigh.

"Exactly. You might die."

True Person