Red Eye Black Scroll

Jia Meng helplessly shook his head. He knew that Wutiao Satoru was teasing him, that was all.

Wutiao Satoru glanced at the battlefield, unwilling to accept the outcome, yet unable to charge in for another round. He could only use this indirect way to vent his frustration.

Jia Meng was unwilling to show weakness either. Smiling, he retorted, "You're just talking big after losing, Wutiao Satoru."

Their banter was full of gunpowder, yet it also revealed a friendship built on mutual respect.

As Wutiao Satoru walked back to Yan Hui Hall, an indescribable turmoil churned in his heart.

He recalled his battle with Jia Meng, his heart filled with doubt.

He admitted that he had been somewhat careless during the fight. He had not fully used his Six Eyes to observe Jia Meng's every move.

Using the Red Glowing Eye consumed an enormous amount of cursed energy. Everyone knew that, yet Jia Meng had managed to withstand such a powerful attack and still showed no sign of running out of energy.

Especially that final strike. The amount of blood it contained was enough to drain an ordinary person dry, yet Jia Meng had seemed completely unconcerned.

Wutiao Satoru narrowed his eyes. The Six Eyes gleamed, as though they wished to pierce through the haze and uncover Jia Meng's secret.

However, he knew it would not be easy. Jia Meng clearly would not give him a second chance to investigate.

The three children arranged a time to meet for dinner. After exchanging contact information, they returned to Yan Hui Hall together.

Yan Hui Hall was unusually lively. Everyone gathered in groups, discussing the battle and sharing their own impressions.

To them, today had truly not been a wasted trip. It could even be said that they had witnessed a miracle.

As night fell, the day's gathering finally came to an end, and the people of the three families returned to their respective clans.

However, the repercussions of today's gathering were far from over.

In the shadows, someone raised the bounty on Jia Meng's head to one hundred million.

These were people who wanted to nip Jia Meng in the bud. They had seen his potential and sensed the threat he posed.

In some households, parents began asking around about Jia Meng.

They learned that Jia Meng was only six years old this year, yet he had already displayed strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Some parents with beautiful daughters were immediately tempted. They wanted to arrange a marriage between Jia Meng and their daughters. Perhaps it would become a fine tale.

The heads of certain families immediately convened clan meetings. They ordered every couple to have at least three children. Those who failed to do so would no longer receive any benefits from the clan. They refused to believe their own families could not produce an exceptionally gifted descendant.

Meanwhile, Jia Meng, the focus of all this attention, sat in the carriage home, sneezing repeatedly.

He rubbed his nose and muttered suspiciously, "Achoo, who's talking about me? Achoo, again? Achoo, enough already!"

Jia Meng stepped into the main residence. His steps were steady, but his heart was somewhat uneasy.

He knew that his performance today would inevitably draw the attention of the clan's higher-ups, especially the clan head. Sure enough, before long, he was summoned to the study.

The study was simple and elegant, filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. Moonlight streamed through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows across the floor.

Jia Meng sat behind the desk, holding a yellowed scroll in his hand, his expression solemn.

"Jia Meng, is there something you've been hiding from me?"

Jia Meng's voice was low and powerful, carrying an authority that seemed to pierce straight into one's heart.

Jia Meng took a deep breath. He knew he could no longer keep hiding it.

He lowered his head slightly and answered respectfully, "Reporting to the clan head, my Crimson Blood Manipulation is indeed somewhat different from what is recorded in the clan scrolls."

"Oh?" Jia Meng raised his brows, seemingly unsurprised by Jia Meng's answer.

He set down the scroll in his hand and stared at Jia Meng with eyes like torches, as though trying to see through his innermost thoughts.

Jia Meng raised his head and met the clan head's gaze. He knew that he had to come clean.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Through the Bloodline Binding Technique, I can convert cursed energy into blood without consuming my own blood."

The moment he spoke those words, Jia Meng felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

He knew that the secret he had hidden for so long had finally been revealed.

However, he had not disclosed the whole truth. He concealed the fact that he could use unlimited consumption of cursed energy to continuously raise the upper limit of his cursed energy.

"So it really is so!"

Jia Meng clapped his hands, excitement appearing on his face.

He stood up, walked to the bookshelf behind him, turned a concealed mechanism, and took out a black box covered in sealing talismans from a hidden compartment.

The black box seemed to contain some ancient secret. Sealing curses intertwined across its surface, eventually binding a crimson eyeball that emitted a faint, eerie glow.

Jia Meng was somewhat stunned. He had not expected that his trump card was not really a secret at all.

He looked suspiciously at the clan head, whose back was turned to him, and asked, "Clan Head, you knew all along?"

When Jia Meng turned around, Jia Meng saw the black box in his hand.

The instant Jia Meng saw that Red Glowing Eye, he was drawn in by its ancient and powerful aura, and an inexplicable sense of reverence welled up within him.

He involuntarily moved closer to the Black Box, his shadow able to sense the sealed power contained within it.

Jia Meng Zhengshen's voice echoed through the study, shattering the silence.

He slowly rose from behind the desk and walked to a nearby bookshelf. His fingers glided across rows of ancient books before finally stopping at a Black Box covered in sealing runes.

The Black Box seemed to hold an ancient secret within it. Sealing runes intertwined across its surface, eventually converging into a crimson eyeball that gave off a faint, eerie glow.

When Jia Meng Feng's gaze met that crimson eyeball, he seemed to be drawn in by an ancient and immense aura, a nameless sense of awe rising in his heart.

He involuntarily moved closer to the Black Box, his shadow able to sense the sealed power contained within it.

"What is that?"

Jia Meng Feng could not help but ask.

Jia Meng Zhengshen solemnly placed the Black Box before Jia Meng Feng, his voice low but firm.

"This is something that has been passed down through the Jia Meng family for generations. Only the head of the family knows of it. From now on, it is yours."

Jia Meng Feng stared blankly at the Black Box before him. He could sense the extraordinary power contained within it.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement in his heart before asking, "What's inside?"

Jia Meng Zhengshen smiled faintly, a mysterious gleam flashing in his eyes.

"The Jia Meng family, the Five Stripes family, and the Zenin family are collectively known as the Three Great Clans.

"But the Five Stripes family has the Six Eyes, and the Zenin family has the Demon Race. Yet our Jia Meng family seems to have nothing that can stand on equal footing with them.

"Do you think our Jia Meng family has anything that can rival the other two of the Three Great Clans?"