Burp!
A sound came from within Xue Wuxin, as though he had eaten his fill. He let out a burp.
A flush of color appeared on his deathly pale face.
Blood threads as fine as spider silk withdrew from the corpses one after another and returned to his body. A sinister aura spread around him, and the face that had regained some color turned pale and bloodless once more.
"The people of the Border Wasteland have blood that's too impure. I need to refine it first. Still, after devouring the Essence Blood of so many people, my injuries should recover by fifty or sixty percent."
Xue Wuxin muttered to himself.
He raised his head and looked beyond the Endless Mountains, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
The Border Wasteland would surely be the place where he rose to prominence.
"I'll find somewhere to refine the Essence Blood and recover my injuries. Only after regaining my strength can I perform the Great Blood Sacrifice, purify the Essence Blood, and use it for cultivation."
"Haha, just wait for my revenge, Xue Wuxin!"
In high spirits, Xue Wuxin soared into the air and vanished from the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Only more than a hundred shriveled corpses remained on the hillside. Faint traces of terror could still be seen on their withered faces.
The craze for seeking out masters swept across the Qi Kingdom. Naturally, the Minister of War's son and his party were not the only ones who had come to the Endless Mountains in search of a master.
The Endless Mountains were fraught with danger. Those who went in search of masters always traveled in groups, bringing guards or recruiting experts to enter the Endless Mountains together.
That day, a party searching for a master arrived at the foot