Awakening II

In the old man's withered bloodline, a large amount of the old flesh and blood was eroded, absorbed, and transformed into nutrients to nourish the new blood and strengthen himself.

They split and multiplied repeatedly, becoming increasingly dense and quickly occupying all parts of the Spirit Turtle Daoist's body.

Many aging and depleted organs begin to shrink and become smaller.

Then the decaying flesh and blood were absorbed and transformed into nutrients, strengthening the drop of blood that Zhang Rongfang had released.

More than ten minutes later.

The Spirit Turtle had become even thinner.

But when he opened his eyes, the dimness in them had completely transformed into brightness. A vibrant light of life flowed through his pupils.

What am I doing?!?

"Congratulations." Zhang Rongfang stood in front of him. "You have truly stepped onto the edge of the Immortal Path!"

He witnessed firsthand the immense power of his own blood from beginning to end.

Although by now, the drop of blood inside the Spirit Turtle has been split and diluted countless times, containing far less Life Force.

However, it still retains the characteristic of devouring flesh and blood to grow stronger.

Given the concentration of the Spirit Turtle's Blood Descendant, it probably wouldn't possess the terrifying regenerative power of Ding Yu.

But that was enough. "I actually did it!?" The Spirit Turtle stood up, and its legs, which had just atrophied, had now returned to normal, only becoming thinner.

A strong craving for flesh and blood welled up in his heart.

"Let's see if there are any changes in the body?" Zhang Rongfang observed the Spirit Turtle with a scrutinizing attitude.

The Spirit Turtle was both surprised and delighted. It moved its limbs freely and had never felt so healthy.

However, a craving for blood was surging wildly within him.

"I want to drink blood!?"

Saliva was secreted in large quantities, and the clarity in the Spirit Turtle's eyes was gradually weakening.

Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, leaped up, and in the blink of an eye, they were out of the Dao Palace.

He did not linger, but left Fushan City and went to the nearby suburban Woodland.

They quickly caught a stray old wolf, snapped its neck, and threw it to the Spirit Turtle.

The old man, who had just been on the verge of death, suddenly grabbed the wolf carcass with an agility that was completely unimaginable to ordinary people, and began to suck the blood from its throat.

"As expected." Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.

The moment the opponent began to drain blood, the attributes of the Spirit Turtle in the Attribute Panel had already undergone a huge change.

'Spirit Turtle Daoist - Health Points 12-82.'

Trait Talent: Blood Descendant (Able to rapidly heal injuries by consuming living blood; the more living blood consumed, the closer one's physical attributes become to the progenitor, and the longer one's lifespan).

In Zhang Rongfang's view, as the Spirit Turtle's life force increased, its minimum health also began to rise rapidly.

In just a few seconds, it rose to thirty points. Then the wolf's corpse was drained and carelessly tossed aside.

'Isn't this just Zombie or Vampire?' Zhang Rongfang finally realized.

Looking at the Spirit Turtle in front of him, his expression was complex and inscrutable.

As the Blood Descendant talent appeared in the Attribute Panel, he finally understood what his Blood Flesh Completion skill was in essence.

He looked at his Attribute Panel again, gaining a clearer understanding of the Spirit Turtle's attributes.

His own attributes also underwent subtle changes.

The "Blood Flesh Completion" attribute simply disappeared and was replaced by a new Trait Talent.

' Blood Ancestor (A mutated individual born under the influence of the Blood God, capable of devouring the blood of living beings to heal injuries and strengthen itself. It can also develop additional Blood Descendant, forming a race.)'

In the Trait Talent section, the previous Blood Flesh Completion has been completely replaced by the words Blood Ancestor.

Zhang Rongfang felt a complex mix of emotions.

At first, he had some wishful thinking, believing that Ding Yu hadn't shown any signs of vampirism after being modified.

But now it seems that it wasn't discovered before, and Ding Yu's Blood Descendant concentration was probably too high, requiring less Blood Flesh Completion, so he was fine. But this Spirit Turtle Daoist only received a drop of his blood; if he wants to Further Progress, he will need a large amount of Blood Flesh Completion. Following the same path he took before—isn't that just like being a Vampire Zombie? While Zhang Rongfang was filled with concerns, the Spirit Turtle Daoist on the other side had clearly become much younger, and the wrinkles on his face had faded considerably.

Like a young man, he ran around in circles, jumped and climbed trees, feeling the changes in his body as it grew stronger.

He shouted and laughed, his heart filled with unprecedented joy and excitement! He was venting the repression and fear that had been building up to him for decades as death drew ever closer.

"Try punching the tree trunk with all your might," Zhang Rongfang suddenly said.

"Alright!" The Spirit Turtle Daoist stopped, nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the Great Dao Sect Yue Type Talisman he was only half-accustomed to, and slammed it hard against the tree trunk to the side.

Bang.

The tree trunk was dented with a palm print, and the bark was broken and scattered.

This formidable power left even the Spirit Turtle Daoist stunned.

"This!? This... is simply...!" He didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. Keep in mind, he wasn't a martial arts practitioner at all! He was a pure Civilian Skill- cultivator!

"After you're done, be careful not to drink Human Blood. When consuming blood, don't exhaust your resources; take it slowly." Zhang Rongfang gave these words of advice, his heart filled with complex emotions.

"Yes!" The Spirit Turtle Daoist didn't feel anything; surviving was more important than anything else!

"Next, I need to ensure that my base has a sufficient supply of basic materials. Do you have any suggestions?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Since Daozi possesses such powerful abilities, why don't you directly lead geniuses to embark on the Immortal Path?! With enough people on the Immortal Path, even the Red Turban Thugs will be unable to succeed!"

After personally experiencing the powerful regenerative abilities of the Blood Descendant, the Spirit Turtle was full of energy and looked like an ordinary old man in his sixties, much younger than before.

"I only ask to protect myself and those around me." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly.

"I understand now. Then let's select a powerful expert with the same idea to guide him onto the Immortal Path," said the Spirit Turtle.

"Where can I find such a master?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Worship God by various religions is certainly not acceptable, but what about the Extreme Realm?"

"Extreme Realm is not an option for now." Zhang Rongfang shook his head. He had also thought about this, but Extreme Realm was mysterious and unpredictable, with an extremely unstable temperament, and was not suitable to be developed into a subordinate.

"Is that so?" The Spirit Turtle pondered for a moment. "There is another group of people who share your thoughts and meet all the requirements. It just depends on whether you are willing to join them."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Zhang Rongfang also thought of a possibility.

He didn't actually want to mass-produce such Blood Descendant, but circumstances forced him to act against the Red Turban Army; he needed a sufficiently strong force under his complete control.

But... in Fushan City, the Huang Family...

Huang Chongxi, the head of the Huang Lineage, is now over eighty years old. In his later years, he was keen on practicing Civilian Skill, but due to his limited aptitude, he started practicing too late. Even with a large amount of precious medicinal herbs to nourish him, it was too late.

He is now eighty-nine years old, which means he is nearing the end of his life.

Huang Chongxi learned martial arts at a young age and possessed exceptional talent. His martial arts skills and swordsmanship once reached the level of Super Grade External Medicine. However, he was defeated due to infighting within his sect and returned to his Lineage. He then sent his family members out to learn martial arts, gradually retreating to the background, and his martial arts skills were reduced to only the Eighth Grade.

The sky was darkening at that moment.

Huang Chongxi sat quietly in the rocking chair in his study, his cloudy old eyes straining to read the book in his hands.

Suddenly, the window in the study shook, and two gray figures abruptly entered and stood still.

"Are you Huang Chongxi?"

Huang Chongxi suddenly looked up, his heart tightening. Even he, Eighth Grade, couldn't see the opponent's movements and speed clearly.

"I am the old man. May I ask what brings you two esteemed gentlemen here?" He stood up from his chair and asked with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Do you wish to live forever?" the leader suddenly asked.

Huang Chongxi's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt a strange sense of anticipation welling up inside him.

Ten minutes later.

In the desolate mountains, inside a dilapidated temple overgrown with weeds and on the verge of abandonment.

A White-Browed Old Monk stared in astonishment at the two figures that appeared before him.

He devoted his life to honing his literary and martial arts skills, and even reached the level of Internal Method, but unfortunately, that was decades ago.

After his defeat in the struggle, he left the sect and became a monk. Now, his disciples are unfilial and have all left, leaving him as an old monk, frail and old, suffering from recurring hidden injuries, struggling to make ends meet.

Once upon a time, he was a top genius with exceptional talent and comprehension, but what good was that? Lacking a proper path, he could only practice ordinary martial arts, ultimately missing his best opportunity and ending up like this in his old age. "Do you wish for immortality?"

At this moment, a sentence he had thought about for countless days and nights appeared in his ears.

The old monk was stunned.

Another ten minutes or so later.

Near Wushan Prefecture, inside an unnamed Daoist Temple.

Led by the Spirit Turtle Daoist, Zhang Rongfang arrived at a new place once again.

The Daoist Temple was desolate, with the walls covered with all kinds of ivy, layer upon layer, of unknown thickness.

The gate was teetering on the brink of collapse.

"This is the residence of a senior I once visited," the Spirit Turtle said in a deep voice.

"Eighty years ago, this senior was also a person of exceptional talent, and was once hailed as a peerless genius that was rare in Wushan Prefecture. Unfortunately, when he stepped into the arena to become a grandmaster, due to his poor interpersonal relationships, his caregiver deliberately stood aside, and he was defeated head-on by a mysterious person. Since then, he has been depressed and has lived in seclusion here."

The Spirit Turtle sighed, "There are actually many people like this. They were once glorious, but now they are old and frail, and have lost all their former glory. They look no different from ordinary people. That's how the martial arts world is. Once you fail, many people can never rise again."

"Just one step away from becoming a grandmaster?" Zhang Rongfang's heart grew slightly more serious. "How many people like that are there in Shan Province?"

"Among those who have failed to break through to the Super Grade in the past hundred years, there should still be more than forty people. Many of them were crippled or suffered serious injuries that could not be healed," the Spirit Turtle Daoist calculated briefly.

"As the current leader of the Great Dao Sect Daoist Sect, I am very familiar with these matters. There are also some people who were not selected for the Worship God due to various reasons."

Aside from these two groups, the rest are unorthodox Daoists—masters who No God Worshipping nor join any religion, but simply Daoist Sect the name of Daoism to live in seclusion. These days, anyone who dares to live alone deep in the mountains is basically a master. But even the strongest master, how much strength can they retain in their nineties? "Like this Spirit Turtle Daoist in this Daoist Temple now, once the pinnacle of the Three Voids, he was almost killed by a few wildcats a few days ago. Serious illness, physical decline, and the approaching end of his life... alas."

"More than forty people. I'll need your help to lead the way in a bit," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

"Uh... you wouldn't be...?!" The Spirit Turtle's expression changed. Five of these people had failed to break through to the Grandmaster level! If they were all restored to their youthful innate abilities and their hidden injuries removed... he was horrified just imagining it! "The situation is forcing us, there's nothing we can do, alas," Zhang Rongfang sighed. "I just want a stable and peaceful home. I originally thought that my own strength alone would be enough, but even this small wish, they won't give me. So..."

His eyes were bright.

"So, I can only kill those who are in my way to satisfy this little wish."