Young Man, You Have No Martial Ethics

The East Sea.

As the largest body of water in the entire Primordial Era, the East Sea was vast and boundless.

Within the East Sea, countless aquatic creatures lived, some strong, some weak.

Of course, at least for now, the overt overlord and controller of the East Sea was the Dragon Clan.

Inside the Crystal Palace.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Run, paced back and forth in a panic, muttering to himself as he walked:

"All the spiritual energy in the sky above the East Sea is surging towards the dojo of Saint Tongtian on Jin'ao Island. What in the world is going on? Great Emperor Haotian ordered our Dragon Clan to guard the waters of the East Sea, so such a major event should be reported."

"But if I report it, I'll surely offend Saint Tongtian and the Sect of Interception. The Sect of Interception is so powerful now, with countless immortals flocking to it. What should I do!"

It had to be said that as a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, Dragon King Ao Run was utterly disgracing the Dragon Clan at this moment. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, completely lacking the dignity of a dragon.

If the Dragon King was like this, how could his dragon sons and grandsons be any better?

If the Ancestral Dragon were alive, he would surely be so angry that he would personally kill all these unfilial descendants.

Just to get them out of his sight!

"Report... Your Majesty the Dragon King! Someone from the Sect of Interception is requesting an audience outside the palace!" Just then, a Sea Patrol Yaksha rushed in, looking panicked.

Hearing the Sea Patrol Yaksha's words, Ao Run, who was pacing, forced himself to remain calm and said with feigned authority:

"What's all the panic? How can you be so disorderly!"

"Who is requesting an audience with me?"

"Dragon King, it's Saintess Jinling of the Sect of Interception!"

"What?"

"Saintess Jinling?"

Upon hearing the Sea Patrol Yaksha's words, Ao Run was greatly shocked. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it. He asked for confirmation:

"She said she's Saintess Jinling?"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

"You scoundrel! Why aren't you rushing to greet her with me? Saintess Jinling is a disciple of a Saint and the senior sister of the Sect of Interception. If we offend her, our entire East Sea will be in trouble!"

With that, Ao Run no longer cared about his appearance and rushed out of the palace in a flurry.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master..."

As he approached, Ao Run bowed hastily to Jinling:

"Ao Run did not know of your esteemed arrival, Immortal Master. Please forgive my lack of proper welcome!" With that, Ao Run lowered his head deeply, afraid Jinling would be angered.

Seeing Ao Run's subservient demeanor, Jinling, though she said nothing, was inwardly displeased. She merely said indifferently:

"My master has given an order. He is currently comprehending formations, and no one is allowed to approach Jin'ao Island!"

"A Saint's command, Ao Run will naturally obey. Please come into the palace, Immortal Master. I have prepared a humble banquet to welcome you!" Ao Run said sincerely to Jinling, his flattery completely undisguised!

"No need!"

Leaving behind those words, Jinling immediately rose and flew away.

"Farewell, Immortal Master, farewell, Immortal Master!"

Hearing Ao Run's calls, Jinling couldn't help but shake her head. The Dragon Clan, generation after generation, was declining!

Meanwhile, on Qin Hong's side.

Qin Hong had already swallowed Pangu's Heart Blood.

The moment it entered his mouth, an explosive force erupted from Qin Hong's mouth and surged towards his limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, Qin Hong's meridians were all torn apart.

Pfft!

Under the impact of the reinforcement, Qin Hong lost his balance and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, I was careless!"

"This feeling is truly awful!"

At this moment, Qin Hong clearly felt the pain from all parts of his body as his meridians were continuously torn and reformed.

Even though he was already a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and even though he had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn't help but want to cry out.

"Heart Blood, you're not playing fair! This hurts so much, ah!"

Integrating the Heart Blood was an extremely long and painful process.

After all, it was a transformation, a transformation from the inside out. During this period, the pain Qin Hong had to endure was no less than enduring a heavenly tribulation or being tempered by divine fire.

On the surface of Qin Hong's body, blood continuously flowed out, and flesh and blood peeled away.

Simultaneously, beneath the clotted blood and peeling flesh, there was glowing, even stronger flesh and blood.

Then, it peeled away again, repaired again, peeled away again, repaired again!

Until Qin Hong's flesh and blood reached the critical point.

Every transformation was a new birth, and also a torment, pain that pierced to the bone!

In the secret chamber, Qin Hong endured the immense pain brought by Pangu's Heart Blood, quietly awaiting the moment of breaking free from his cocoon and returning in glory.

Time flowed like sand through fingertips.

At this moment, Qin Hong had already used two Laws of Time.

A full million years passed, which was but a fleeting moment to the outside world.

But for Qin Hong, it was a solid million years of bone-deep suffering.

If the Qin Hong who initially refined Pangu's Heart Blood was like a madman, the current Qin Hong was astonishingly calm.

He sat quietly on the meditation cushion, without roaring or shouting.

Only slight tremors and the sweat constantly seeping from his forehead told the outside world that Qin Hong was enduring extraordinary pain.

"Heh, a million years. Time flies!"

Compared to the vast expanse of time, Qin Hong's progress in refining Pangu's Heart Blood was not significant.

After a full million years of tempering, less than a tenth had been integrated.

"Since time is not enough, let's continue!"

"System, use another Law of Time!"

With that, Qin Hong sat on the meditation cushion and continued to refine Pangu's Heart Blood.

As for the pain during refinement, it was not worth mentioning.

After all, no pain would remain terrifying after being repeated for a million years!

Under Qin Hong's frantic refinement, it took a full fourteen Laws of Time, a total of seven million years, to refine less than a third of Pangu's Heart Blood.

After refining a third, no matter how Qin Hong tried, he could no longer continue.

He could only bear this much of Pangu's Heart Blood for now.

The remaining unrefined Pangu's Heart Blood quietly lay dormant throughout Qin Hong's body, being slowly refined as his strength grew!

"Hoo... this feeling, it really hurts!"

Stopping further refinement, Qin Hong opened his eyes, a sharp gaze shooting out.

Even though Qin Hong had grown accustomed to the pain later on, it didn't mean it didn't hurt!

Crack! Crack!

As Qin Hong stood up from the meditation cushion, crisp cracking sounds emanated from his body.

Accompanying the sounds was a sense of immense power. Qin Hong felt as if he could easily kill a Golden Immortal with a single punch.

Boom!

He threw a seemingly ordinary punch, and the space in front of him instantly shattered like a glass mirror.

"Holy crap, I'm this strong?"

Looking at the power of his casual strike, Qin Hong had already forgotten the pain of refining Pangu's Heart Blood.

After refining less than a third, Qin Hong's physical body had already undergone a complete metamorphosis, becoming incredibly powerful!