Blood Sacrifice Night (Part 2)

Inside the underground cave, smoke and dust billowed, and gravel flew.

Two figures, like two ancient ferocious beasts, clashed wildly in the narrow space.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Zhao Wuji had completely lost his mind at this point. The negative emotions from the Corpse Pill and his rage at failing to break through had turned him into a beast that only knew how to kill.

The fleshy wings on his back flapped wildly, turning into afterimages as he circled Yan Kui, flying above and below. His sharp, blade-like claws, carrying a pitch-black corpse poison, left streaks of sparks on Yan Kui's body with each scratch.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Although Yan Kui's Iron Cloth Shirt had broken its limits and possessed the Mysterious Iron Body, under the attack of a half-step Foundation Establishment level opponent, his skin was still torn and flesh was ripped open.

But he didn't care.

These minor flesh wounds could stop bleeding with a breath for someone with his Constitution of 6.0.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

"Is this all you've got? Old bat!"

Yan Kui swung his bone-crushing hammer. Though it looked clumsy, each swing sealed off Zhao Wuji's attack routes, forcing him to change direction.

"Sharp-tongued brat! I'll suck you dry!"

Zhao Wuji, unable to break through Yan Kui's defenses, grew anxious.

He suddenly opened his large mouth, and a stream of black corpse fire erupted, instantly engulfing Yan Kui.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."

This corpse fire was incredibly venomous, not only corroding the flesh but also defiling Qi and Blood. The surrounding rocks, once touched, instantly turned into foul-smelling black water.

For an ordinary martial artist, even one at the Blood Change realm, a single drop of this corpse fire would turn them into pus and blood.

But Yan Kui, in the center of the sea of fire, closed his eyes.

Feeling the stinging sensation on his skin, the smile on his lips grew wider.

"Fire?"

"Let me show you what true -- Life Fire -- is!"

BOOM!

It was like a great river bursting its banks, or a volcano erupting.

The Qi and Blood within Yan Kui erupted without reservation.

[Qi and Blood Furnace! Fully Activated!]

His originally pitch-black Mysterious Iron Body now glowed crimson like a branding iron.

"Whoosh—"

It was the sound of blood coursing rapidly through his veins, like a great river roaring!

Billowing heatwaves swept outwards from him as the center.

The sinister corpse fire, encountering this supremely yang and supremely rigid Qi and Blood, let out a shrill sizzling sound like accumulated snow meeting the scorching sun, and was instantly dispersed!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply.

He felt a scorching aura rush towards him, even burning his Corpse Demon body. How could a mortal's Qi and Blood be this powerful?!

This was simply a humanoid little sun!

In the instant he was stunned.

Yan Kui moved.

This was the opening he had created, even at the cost of being burned!

[Savage Charge!]

The ground beneath his feet exploded.

Yan Kui turned into a red meteor, tearing through the corpse fire, ignoring the distance, and instantly slammed into Zhao Wuji's embrace.

"Got you."

Yan Kui dropped his bone-crushing hammer and his hands shot out like iron clamps, grabbing the base of Zhao Wuji's two fleshy wings.

His fingers dug deep into the flesh, locking onto the bones!

"You want to fly? Did you ask me first?!"

"Get... down!"

He exerted force with both arms, Brute Bull Strength amplified by 50%! His back muscles coiled like a monstrous serpent!

"RIIIIIP—!"

A bone-chilling sound, like tearing cloth, echoed through the cave.

With Zhao Wuji's shrill scream, there was a sky full of black blood and two flesh wings torn off!

"Ah!!!"

Having lost his wings, Zhao Wuji lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

Before he could even get up, a giant foot stomped on his chest.

Crack!

His chest bones shattered, ribs piercing his lungs.

Yan Kui looked down from above, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Now, who's the bug?"

Zhao Wuji's mouth was full of black blood, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"No... don't kill me... I'm a Foundation Establishment cultivator... I can give you riches and glory... I can take you as my disciple..."

"Foundation Establishment?"

Yan Kui sneered and picked up the crushed bone hammer from the ground.

"In your next life, remember not to practice such a monstrous cultivation technique."

"Also, your riches and glory, I'll take them myself."

The eight-hundred-pound heavy hammer was raised high.

Yan Kui's muscles tensed to the extreme.

[Strength 5.5 + Brute Bull Strength 50% Amplification = 8.25 Times Normal Burst!]

This hammer blow weighed ten thousand jun!

"Die!"

BOOM!!!

The hammer fell.

A deafening sound, like thunder from a clear sky.

Zhao Wuji's desperately swung claws, his protective corpse qi, and even his Corpse Demon body, which was said to be impervious to blades and spears, were like fragile tofu before this hammer blow.

There was no resistance.

In just an instant.

Zhao Wuji's upper body exploded into nothingness!

The terrifying impact even penetrated his body, heavily striking the ground.

RUMBLE!

The entire underground cave trembled violently, and a bottomless pit three meters in diameter appeared on the ground!

The might of one hammer blow, terrifying indeed!

Only the black Corpse Pill, being incredibly hard, rolled out from the bloody remains, still emitting a faint glow.

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[Killed Zhao Family Ancestor (Half-step Foundation Establishment/Corpse Demon), plundered Life Essence.]

[Origin Power: +7.5]

"7.5 points?!"

Yan Kui was slightly shocked.

After all, he had killed so many fierce bandits before, and each only gave him 0.1 or 0.2 points. Zhao Rong, a peak mortal expert, only gave 0.8 points.

And this Zhao Wuji, merely a half-baked cultivator, provided eight times the Origin Power of a peak mortal expert!

"So that's how it is..."

Yan Kui understood.

Mortal martial artists cultivate Qi and Blood, which has low energy density, like dry batteries. Cultivators cultivate spiritual energy, and their bodies are tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making them high-energy batteries.

"Killing cultivators is the shortcut to getting rich."

Yan Kui looked at the minced meat on the ground, his eyes burning even hotter.

[Detected high-energy core: Corpse Pill (Second Turn). Do you wish to consume?]

The system's prompt sounded at the right time.

Yan Kui let out a long breath, the red light on his body slowly faded, and his skin returned to its original black color.

He bent down and picked up the Corpse Pill.

It felt cold to the touch, as if he were holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"7.1 Origin Power... plus this Corpse Pill..."

Yan Kui felt a surge of heat within him.

"Devour!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

This kind of wicked thing was a disaster to keep around. It was better to turn it into his own strength.

Crack.

The hard Corpse Pill turned to powder in his hand.

A terrifyingly vast energy instantly surged into his body.

[Devoured Corpse Pill, Origin Power: +8.0]

8 Origin Power!

Yan Kui's pupils dilated slightly.

He was rich!

This was a complete and utter windfall!

Adding the Origin Power from killing Zhao Rong and the seven guardians previously (Zhao Rong was about 0.8, guardians were about 0.7 x 6 = 4.2, totaling 5).

Current Origin Power: 0.2 + 5 + 7.1 + 8.0 = 20.3!

Yan Kui felt his breathing quicken.

20.3 Origin Power!

This was enough to make him invincible in the mortal realm, no longer threatened by Qi Refining cultivators, and even... to touch the threshold of the true "immortal path"!

However, now was not the time to allocate points.

The cave was already beginning to shake from the recent battle, with debris constantly falling from above.

"Time to go."

Yan Kui surveyed his surroundings.

His gaze fell upon Lin Xiaowan, who was still hanging in mid-air.

By now, Lin Xiaowan had already fainted from excessive blood loss, her face as pale as paper.

"Lucky you."

Yan Kui picked up a pebble, flicked it to break the rope, and reached out to catch Lin Xiaowan as she fell.

He stuffed a healing pill he'd taken from Zhao Rong into Lin Xiaowan's mouth, then slung her over his shoulder.

"As for these..."

Yan Kui glanced at the guardian corpses on the ground, and the storage bag that had burst from Zhao Wuji's pile of mush.

He rummaged through Zhao Wuji's remains and indeed found a gray cloth bag.

Even though he didn't have Spiritual Sense to open storage bags, that didn't stop him from taking it.

"Let's go!"

Rumble!

The instant he rushed out of the entrance to the grotto-cave, the underground cave behind him completely collapsed, burying all the sin and bloodshed beneath the earth.

The Zhao Family mansion was engulfed in flames.

The Ancestor was dead, the blood sacrifice array had backfired, and the entire underground vein of the Zhao Family mansion was destroyed, triggering a chain reaction of explosions and collapses.

The half-corpse guards, who had been controlled by the corpse energy, suddenly fell to the ground, convulsing, their control lost, and turned into actual corpses.

The matter in Black Water City was concluded.

This place was too small to contain him, a dragon crossing the river.

"Daganzhou..."

Yan Kui gazed north.

There lay a vaster world, stronger opponents, and... more Origin Power.

He placed Lin Xiaowan in a relatively safe, vacant civilian house, leaving behind a few silver notes and the handwritten copy of the Body Nourishing Technique.

"Whether you live or not depends on your own fortune. I used you, but I also saved your life. Our fate together is over..."

Yan Kui turned and strode towards the city gates, no one in this world could make him stay.

The first rays of the morning sun fell upon him, casting his silhouette infinitely long.

He carried his heavy bone-crushing hammer, held a fortune in Origin Power and the Zhao Family Ancestor's storage bag, and embarked on a new journey.

[Volume 1: Trapped Dragon in the Abyss -- End]

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[Author's Note: Explanation of Realms and Combat Power]

Some readers might be confused why the protagonist, at the mortal realm, could kill Zhao Wuji, who is at the Half-step Innate stage. Here's a simple reference for the cultivation realms:

1. Realm Equivalents:

* Skin Refining/Muscle Refining ≈ Unranked (pure mortal, just physically strong) * Bone Refining ≈ Early Qi Condensation (tough skin and thick flesh) * Organ Refining ≈ Mid Qi Condensation (strong endurance, no weak points in internal organs) * Blood Change ≈ Late Qi Condensation (extremely strong physical explosive power, capable of close-quarters combat) * Half-step Innate ≈ Half-step Foundation Establishment (internal energy projection, touching the threshold of energy manipulation) * Innate Stage ≈ Foundation Establishment Stage (the peak of the mortal realm, a leap in life's tier)

2. Why Did the Protagonist Win?

* [Enemy Status] Although Zhao Wuji was nominally "Half-step Foundation Establishment," he lacked the "Spiritual Sense" and "Liquefied True Essence" characteristic of the Foundation Establishment stage. Furthermore, he had cultivated himself into a Corpse Demon, losing all magical abilities of a cultivator and becoming a super-soldier who could only perform basic attacks.

* [Our Advantage] If it were an ordinary martial artist, even one at the peak of Blood Change, they wouldn't be able to break Zhao Wuji's defense. But the protagonist is an "Extreme Martial Artist"! His "Mortal Limit" was data accumulated through the system (6.0 Strength / 7.0 Constitution), which actually reached the threshold of the Innate/Foundation Establishment stage (far surpassing ordinary Blood Change realm practitioners). This is like a level 1 character with maxed-out cheats purely overpowering an elite monster with sheer stats. As the saying goes, while others cultivate with superficial foundations, the protagonist's system-assigned stats are solid, allowing him to crush his opponents without worry.

If Zhao Wuji had been a normal Half-step Foundation Establishment cultivator who could fly swords and kite with spells, the protagonist would most likely have had to flee. But since you're engaging in close-quarters combat, I'm sorry, but Extreme Martial Artists specialize in dealing with such arrogance.

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