[Reward: Blood Scripture: Bone Transformation Chapter, Bloodthirsty Rakshasa Authority]
Beneath the Blood Colored Sky, two clusters of dim light hovered in Fang Mo's palms.
On the left was a scroll of scripture tinged with an ancient, blood-red hue. On the right was a fragment of a scarlet crystal, within which a Blood Sea seemed to churn. A phantom Rakshasa with Three Heads Six Arms could just be seen roaring inside, radiating an ancient pressure that made the heart quail.
"The Bloodthirsty Rakshasa Authority..."
Fang Mo curled his five fingers, and the scarlet crystal melted into his palm without resistance.
There was none of the soul-tearing agony he had imagined. Instead, a warmth and sense of control welled up from deep within his bloodline.
The feeling was strange, as if the blood flowing through his body were no longer mere blood, but countless obedient soldiers.
A slight shift in his thoughts.
The blood and qi surging through his body came to an instant halt.
Another shift.
The blood in his veins began to flow backward, its speed increasing sharply. His steady heartbeat pounded like a war drum, and the power it pumped through him turned his skin a bizarre shade of crimson.
And that was only what he could sense within himself.
He raised a hand and focused his thoughts. A drop of blood seeped from his fingertip, but instead of falling, it hovered in midair, defying reason. At his command, it stretched and reshaped itself into an incredibly sharp blood needle.
"Blood control."
This was the Bloodthirsty Rakshasa's authority. Though only a fragment of it, this ability to control blood, combined with the vast blood and qi coursing through him, more than doubled his lethality. If he encountered an enemy in the future, all it would take was for them to get hurt—even a tiny cut—and they would have placed their life in his hands.
A sharp glint shone in Fang Mo's eyes.
"Now that's a good one."
Gathering his thoughts, Fang Mo turned his attention to the other reward—Blood Scripture: Bone Transformation Chapter.
He pressed the scripture to his brow.
A torrent of vast, abstruse information erupted in his mind. Countless golden characters wriggled like tadpoles as they burrowed into the depths of his memory.
Every character expounded on the mysteries of the bones: how to shift them, how to compress them, how to make them grow.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged and, following the scripture's instructions, drove his blood and qi through his bones.
At that moment, the [Golden Bones] within him began to stir.
Under the guidance of this supreme Demonic Path cultivation art, his previously indestructible Golden Bones actually softened a little.
"To transform the bones is to transform the form, the face, and the strength."
Fang Mo murmured as blood and qi surged through him.
Crack, crack, crack—
A dense chorus of bones grinding against one another exploded inside his body, enough to set anyone's teeth on edge.
The Spinal Dragon responded first. His once-straight back began to writhe, each vertebra linking together. Next came his limbs and bones. The Silver Bones threaded with golden strands softened and rearranged under the scripture's influence.
It wasn't a pleasant sensation. It was as though countless tiny hammers were pounding his bones, shattering them before molding them back together.
Pain?
Good! Pain meant he was getting stronger!
This cultivation art packed a punch!
"Change for me!"
Fang Mo growled and circulated the Bone Transformation Chapter with all his might.
His body began to visibly change. He had stood around six feet tall, but now he forcibly grew another three inches. His shoulders stretched outward, broad and thick as a wall. His cheekbones jutted out, his jaw widened, and his once-refined features became rugged and bold, exuding a rough, roguish air.
And he wasn't done yet.
Fang Mo shifted his thoughts again.
His tall frame deflated like a punctured wineskin, shrinking and stooping. His back curved like a bow, and his hands and feet withered. In the blink of an eye, he had become a wizened old man, his face covered in wrinkles.
"Change again!"
His bones roared once more.
Fat piled up, his belly grew round, and the flesh on his cheeks sagged until it covered his neck. Fang Mo took a few bowlegged steps. His bearing and build made him the spitting image of another Wang Youan.
"Hahaha!"
"How fascinating! Absolutely fascinating!"
Fang Mo returned to his original form. Feeling that he had used up roughly a tenth of his blood and qi, he began to consider the matter.
This cultivation art was costly, but its effects were nothing short of heaven-defying.
Ordinary disguises only changed the skin. A skilled person could expose them by feeling the bones. But he had changed right down to the scraps of bone; even if his own father came, he wouldn't find a flaw by feeling them.
"My lord, what are you...?"
A trembling question came from below.
Wang Ergou was still holding the bloodied stick, staring blankly as his warden put on a performance of turning into one person after another. Tall, then short; fat, then thin. The sight was enough to scare the ghosts out of anyone.
Gu Yichuan was just as dumbfounded, his whip forgotten in his hand.
"Cultivating."
Fang Mo replied coolly, offering no further explanation.
As a man in power, maintaining an air of mystery was essential.
He stood and surveyed Prison Suppressor, which had already begun to take shape.
Everything was moving in the right direction.
"That's enough."
Fang Mo flicked his sleeve, and his figure began to fade.
"Carry on with your drills. Don't you dare slack off on this warden."
"Yes! We respectfully see you off, my lord!"
All the ghosts knelt as one.
In the Real World, in a small courtyard in Wannian County.
When Fang Mo opened his eyes, dawn had already begun to pale the sky beyond the window.
He got out of bed and walked to the copper basin to scoop up a handful of cold water and wash his face. The icy droplets slid down his cheeks, cooling his slightly overexcited mind.
"Whew..."
He let out a long breath of Turbid Qi.
Fang Mo looked at the young face in the copper mirror, with its faintly roguish air.
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