Blood Refinement Hall in Uproar, Ice Block's Heavenly Tribulation

Deep within the Blood Refinement Hall stronghold lies a vast natural cave, its buildings perched atop cliffs, with a flowing underground river below.

A small boat drifted by on the river, carrying three people.

The old man standing at the front was hunched over and thin, with fleshy growths on his face, making him extremely ugly. Underneath his grayish-brown cloth robe, jagged lumps of flesh protruded.

The person on the left is dressed in a Daoist robe, with flowing black hair and a dot of vermilion between her eyebrows. Although she is clearly a Daoist nun, she exudes a charming and graceful aura.

The other young man was an old acquaintance, Tan Zhuyin, the Demon Summoning Holy Son.

"Your identities for attending the Hidden Dragon Assembly have been prepared by your subordinates."

The ugly old man took out two intelligence reports and said:

"One is the twentieth Hidden Dragon, Qu Songyun, and the other is the twenty-fifth Hidden Dragon, Zhao Jing. The Blood Refinement Hall will find a way to make these two disappear."

"This is their information; please read it carefully."

Tan Zhuyin frowned, and after reviewing the information, he discovered that both of them were women.

"Why are they all women?"

"These two are ranked high, possess a wide range of martial arts skills, and are not disciples of major sects, making it easy for them to conceal their identities. Holy Son, there is no need to worry; I have already prepared measures for them."

"At that time, you will only need to..."

The old man's laughter carried a sinister undertone.

If these two were to be replaced, their fate would be self-evident.

There's no need for that.

The cinnabar mole between the Daoist nun's eyebrows faded, changing her appearance, and her voice transformed from a rough man's voice into a clear woman's voice.

Qu Songyun looked at the two of them with a pitiful expression, trembling.

Where are you taking this young lady?

The top-ranked contestants were chosen, Tan Zhuyin sneered, "With your slutty look, you think you can play the heroine?"

"Serving the Blood God is something I can only reluctantly agree to."

The androgynous Daoist nun from the Yin-Yang Hall reverted to her true form, smiling as she said:

"Your Holy Son, have you met with the Cloud Dream Ancestral God? Do you perhaps look down on working for the Ancestral God Blood Refinement?"

"I have an unshirkable responsibility to deal with matters concerning the ancestral gods, but I simply disdain associating with those who practice the arts of Yin and Yang."

Seeing the surging Yin and Yang energies on the other party's body, yet his reluctance to make a move, Tan Zhuyin's mocking expression deepened.

Even without the guidance of the Blood Refining Ancestral God.

He will also attend the Hidden Dragon Assembly.

He then looked at the old man:

"Give me a male identity."

"But Holy Son, Zhao Jing has already been lured here by our scheme, what do you think..."

The boat then docked, and the old man looked troubled.

However, before he could speak again, a Blood Refinement Hall cultist strode out from the passageway:

"Master, Zhao Jing didn't come alone; she brought four helpers disguised as Divine Envoy of the Hundred Beast Hall. We can't stop her!"

"Not just one person?"

The Daoist nun from the Yin-Yang Hall became even rougher and more forceful.

His immediate reaction was that the Great Yu had discovered the hideout and it was about to be destroyed.

The hunchbacked old man was startled and quickly asked, "Zhao Jing is not well-liked by her colleagues and always keeps to herself. What realm are those people at?"

"The Third Realm."

"It seems they are not experts from the Great Yu, otherwise they would never have sent someone at the third realm."

The hunchbacked old man finally breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "You couldn't even hold off a few third-realm cultivators? What are you good for?"

"Their methods are quite bizarre," the cultist said, sweating profusely.

"?"

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

You son of a bitch, you're a member of a demonic cult!

"How is it strange? Explain clearly, or I'll use you to make medicine!"

"The first one to wield the broken sword had an old man behind him. At first, the brothers thought it was some kind of strange Divine Intent, but then the old man left his body and killed several brothers in the third realm with a single blow from his sinus."

"Sounds like some kind of exorcism or ghost-controlling ritual from a sinful graveyard..."

Yin-Yang Daoist nun.

"The second one sat there, not moving an inch, letting the brothers beat him, and as a result, the wounds were transferred to those who attacked him."

"Then why did you hit him?"

"That bald monk's curses were incredibly foul!"

The believers were indignant and gritted their teeth whenever they thought about it.

"There was another poisoner behind them, and he was incredibly fast. The brothers finally managed to catch him, but after only a few exchanges, they were all poisoned!"

"The last technique used was Swordsmanship, consisting of only one move from beginning to end, yet it was like a merciless executioner, every strike drawing blood..."

"The day after the execution of the Impermanence Scroll by the Drizzle Pavilion, has his successor been born?"

Finally, someone could see through the hunched old man's origins.

But he was even more astonished.

"Why should Drizzle Pavilion wade into the Demon Summoning Cult Sect?"

"Those assassins will do anything for enough money, it's not surprising," the male Daoist nun said calmly.

Tan Zhuyin snorted, "Can't withstand the Yama's Decree? Don't you know to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack and slowly surround and kill us? Fool."

"That's what we think too."

The cultist was extremely frustrated. "But that swordsman suddenly mounted the one who spread the poison. One of them had Swordsmanship, and the Movement Method moved like the wind. We couldn't catch them, and we couldn't beat them! Even the leader of the Inner Scene is already dead!"

"..."

A person riding... a person?

What kind of weird fighting style is this?

"Hmph, no matter which path they're from, anyone who dares to cause trouble on my turf will only be refined into a powerful medicine!"

The oppressive aura emanated from the External Scene Realm, causing the surrounding stone walls to seem to transform into flesh and blood, filling the air with a pungent stench of blood.

The old man's flesh writhed, and instead of walking through the passageway, he stepped into the wall of flesh and blood.

Hundreds of meters apart, the ground was bathed in the tranquil glow of dusk, as the sun began to set.

"This should be secluded enough."

Before the deserted, dilapidated temple, Ying Bing walked from the outskirts of the city, her expression aloof and cold, holding the Tribulation Body Jade in her hand.

She survived the heavenly tribulation, and even the tribulation to become an immortal.

It shouldn't take long to master this Tribulation Body Jade.

It should be evening by then.

You can use Sharing the Moon to contact Li Mo and ask him to come pick you up.

After rubbing the Big-Headed Doll in a daze for a while, Ying Bing adjusted herself to her best state.

I doubt anyone could have predicted that.

The composed and aloof Cold Fairy, who wasn't even afraid of heavenly tribulations, was worried about not being able to find her way back at night.

She was worried that he might not come looking for her for a long time...

Buzz--

A purple lightning pattern lit up on the Tribulation Body Jade, indicating that she had chosen the most common type of lightning tribulation.

The once clear sky quickly darkened, with dark clouds obscuring the sky and a strong wind blowing.

Rolling lightning gathered and swirled in the clouds, resembling a winding lightning serpent, its destructive aura growing ever stronger.

"The first tribulation is already this strong?"

A wisp of shimmering jade light flowed across Ying Bing's skin as she gently narrowed her phoenix eyes.