"Big Brother Wu Shan, thank you for arranging a place for me to stay. I'll get back to cultivating now."
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Left outside, Wu Shan rubbed his nose awkwardly.
"Well... Little Brother Su Ye really does love cultivating. No wonder his cultivation level is so high at such a young age, and Master thinks so highly of him."
Wu Shan didn't mind that Su Ye had shut him out without a second thought. If anything, he felt that was just how geniuses were.
"Little Brother Su Ye works so hard at cultivating. He needs to keep his strength up, too. I'd better check the kitchen and have them prepare something nourishing for him."
Wu Shan hurried toward the kitchen.
Su Ye didn't even bother looking around the room. He found a meditation cushion, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
He focused his entire mind on his clone, Black.
Something was happening in the Demon Realm.
Deep within the Blood Demon Palace.
A boundless sea of thick, scarlet blood churned and surged. Countless tormented souls bobbed within it, wailing and muttering words that made the scalp crawl.
The pure, violent blood-fiend energy was almost tangible. An ordinary member of the Demon Race would likely lose his mind and have his demon body burst apart after only a moment here.
Black floated at the center of the blood sea, eyes closed.
Every pore on his body opened like a tiny black-hole vortex, greedily yet steadily devouring the raging energy around him.
Even Demon Generals would shy away from this blood-fiend power. Yet once it entered Black's body, it grew docile as a lamb. He swiftly refined and purified it, nourishing his demon core and bloodline as his aura advanced steadily toward the threshold of the ninth tier.