Dragon Grasp Shows Its Might, Blood Letter Contents Shock

After a full day and night of grueling cultivation, Shen Fan's progress in Dragon Grasp had been astonishingly swift. Its results were equivalent to several months of diligent practice in the mortal world.

One had to know, this was the path of immortality cultivation, utterly incomparable to the mortal world.

Thus, such speed was understandable.

Though Dragon Grasp originated from the mortal world, it had been refined and elevated by immortal cultivators.

Shen Fan had met the requirements for the first half of its cultivation in just one day, clearly demonstrating both his talent and diligence.

The next morning, Shen Fan went out to cultivate as usual.

The Five Elements Heavenly Spirit Art circulated, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy.

This was an indispensable part of his daily cultivation.

Though his talent was poor, and he possessed only a first-grade Five-Element Mixed Spirit Root, even if he now had the path of body cultivation to follow, Dharma cultivation was still the orthodox path!

As the morning mist broke before dawn, the accumulated fire toxin of the day was gradually cleared away.

His spirit roots, narrow as goat-gut trails, absorbed spiritual energy, allowing Shen Fan's cultivation progress to crawl forward at a turtle's pace.

This won't do! Shen Fan thought anxiously.

Once the rising sun had climbed into the eastern sky and the morning mist had fully dispersed, Shen Fan ended his day's cultivation.

He shook his head, a trace of helplessness showing on his face.

"These past few days, I've focused on cultivating various techniques and spells, such as the Nine Nether Corpse Refinement Art, the Blood Spirit Unification Art, and the Polar Ice-Fire Body Forging Art, while neglecting orthodox cultivation. Now, my strength at the third layer of the Qi Refining Stage hasn't improved in the slightest!"

"Starting tomorrow, it seems I need to raise my strength as soon as possible!" Shen Fan silently made up his mind.

After all, techniques like the Blood Spirit Unification Art and the Nine Nether Corpse Refinement Art were devilish arts!

"Through the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl, I've also accumulated quite a few Qi Gathering Pills these past few days. If talent isn't enough, pills will make up for it. I refuse to believe in this damn fate!"

Shen Fan gritted his teeth and thought bitterly.

Soon afterward, Shen Fan rose to test the might of Dragon Grasp.

After his grueling cultivation throughout the previous day and night, he had already brought Dragon Grasp to the level of first glimpsing the threshold. He should be able to unleash ten or twenty percent of its power.

Shen Fan came before a great tree thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around, pondering inwardly:

Although, with the strength of his third-layer Qi Refining cultivation and second-layer Blood Refining body, he could shake and destroy it, trying to move it with the strength of five fingers alone would certainly not be easy.

Drawing a deep breath, Shen Fan curled his right hand into a claw and gave a low shout, "Dragon Grasp—Mountain Shattering!"

At once, spiritual energy surged toward his right hand like a tide.

Shen Fan's five fingers tensed as spiritual energy flowed into specific acupoints, unleashing a powerful force.

Then he viciously clawed at the trunk.

"Hah!"

His five claws were like a tiger's. Their force was so great that they shredded all the bark from the massive trunk. Even the damp wood beneath was gouged away by several inches, the claw marks sinking deep into the timber.

"So strong!"

Shen Fan was immediately stunned by Dragon Grasp's power.

And this was only the power of Dragon Grasp's first level, the "Mountain Shattering Form."

According to the technique's description, once the first level, "Mountain Shattering," was cultivated to mastery, the five fingers could transform into sharp blades of black iron. When clawing or grasping, they would rip through the air with the cries of dragons and crocodiles. With the force of a single arm, one could crush defensive armor at the level of a dharma artifact.

The second level, "Lock River," manifested the phantom of a massive azure-scaled claw when grasping through the air. A vortex-like suction force condensed in the palm; controlling cranes and seizing flood dragons would be as easy as reaching into a bag for something. It was considered a control-type ability.

The third level, "Space Rending," sent out claws like five spreading black spatial rifts, ignoring the defenses of dharma treasures to strike directly at the target's body. Crushing a mountain peak would be like kneading a pellet of mud.

"Are you kidding me?"

Seeing the final part, Shen Fan was left speechless. "You're just a first-rank mid-grade spell. Who the hell do you think you are? Crushing mountain peaks like kneading mud pellets?"

Shen Fan shook his head with a bitter smile. It seemed the one who had adapted and developed this technique had added quite a bit of his own imagination!

Still, these three moves were indeed practical.

The first broke enemies, the second bound enemies, and the third ambushed enemies, catching them off guard.

That said, for a first-rank mid-grade spell, this power was already enough.

At present, the Mountain Shattering move was quite good.

Moreover, that was without him using the Blood Spirit Unification Art.

If he used the Blood Spirit Unification Art, with Blood Spirit Qi burning his blood and catalyzing his strength, the power of this move should increase severalfold.

After testing it for a while, Shen Fan gained a general understanding of Dragon Grasp.

He then returned to the Waste Elixir Chamber and took out the Blood Letter he had placed inside yesterday.

Spreading it flat, Shen Fan examined it carefully.

What met his eyes was utterly shocking.

Shen Fan's expression gradually turned solemn, then finally turned to one of terror.

After reading it, he immediately bolted the door, hurriedly opened the incinerator, tossed it inside, and burned it to ashes.

"Huff... huff!"

The aftershock was too great. For a while, Shen Fan felt as though he had been transported to another world and could not react.

"Th-this... is this real?"

In his mind, those bloody words seemed to have come alive, fluttering wildly through his thoughts.

"Refining people into pills and extracting their blood spirits—is this the true secret of Heavenly Xuan Sect's Elixir Forging Peak?"

Within the Blood Letter, the victim recounted everything he had suffered from a first-person perspective.

It said that Elixir Forging Peak dragged away everyone who violated sect rules or discovered its secrets, refined them into pills, and extracted their blood spirits.

The remaining flesh was dug out and used to cultivate fertilizer for the Spirit Field; the remaining skeletons were sent to Refinement Peak to be forged into magical artifacts.

Every part of a person was used, with not the slightest bit wasted.

"Is this... still the Heavenly Xuan Sect I know?"

Shen Fan muttered to himself as a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.

"Isn't Heavenly Xuan Sect a famous righteous immortal sect? How could it do something like an evil demonic cult?"

"No, no!"

Shen Fan rose and paced back and forth, shaking his head in denial. "It's only a Blood Letter. It proves nothing."

But in the next moment, another thought crushed that notion. "Then what about those human fingernails I saw last time while helping the Spirit Field transport fertilizer?"

The two pieces of evidence aligned perfectly at this moment.

Human flesh used as fertilizer—wasn't that exactly it?

At this moment, Shen Fan was like a frog at the bottom of a well, catching a glimpse of the world beyond its mouth.

Yet that world was as terrifying as the end of days.

In an instant, Shen Fan felt as though he stood at the edge of a whirlpool, liable to be swept in at any moment and ground to dust, leaving not even bones behind.

"This Heavenly Xuan Sect probably won't last long."

After careful consideration, Shen Fan reached that conclusion.

"But if I want to remain here, the only way is to keep a low profile, continue acting as a Miscellaneous Disciple, and become a transparent man!"

This was the only advantage Shen Fan could think of for himself at present.

But... Shen Fan frowned deeply. "It's just that old bastard Mu Xingtian already has his eyes on me. He made me cultivate the Blood Spirit Unification Art—he must be after the power of my blood qi."

At that moment, Shen Fan suddenly understood. "They use human blood spirits as pill-refining materials. Mu Xingtian had me cultivate the Blood Spirit Unification Art to strengthen my blood qi... doesn't that mean he intends to use me for pill refinement?"

"Fuck me!"

The more Shen Fan thought about it, the more horrified he became. "I'm just a Miscellaneous Disciple, and you're a fucking Enforcement Elder. Is there really any need for this?"

Yet the more he thought about it, the more Shen Fan arrived at a terrifying answer: Mu Xingtian had most likely turned even more Miscellaneous Disciples into pill-refining materials.

As for this "Blood Spirit Unification Art," he might have given it to ten Miscellaneous Disciples, perhaps even hundreds, and made them cultivate it.

"No wonder you told me not to let anyone else know I'm your Nominal Disciple. So you fucking have no idea how many Nominal Disciples you've got!"

Had they not known the inside story, wouldn't other Miscellaneous Disciples have been moved to tears with gratitude toward Mu Xingtian, the Enforcement Elder?

Little did they know that every one of them was his prey—sold off and still helping him count the money!

After thinking for a moment, Shen Fan came up with a countermeasure. "I don't believe it. If I keep using the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl to conceal my cultivation at the first level of Blood Refining, will you still treat me as pill-refining material?"

"As long as I keep looking like trash, you can't use trash!"

"Right?"