Blood Scripture! Bloodthirsty Rakshasa Authority!

[Reward: Blood Scripture: Bone Transformation Chapter, Bloodthirsty Rakshasa Authority]

Beneath the blood-red sky, two wisps of faint light floated in Fang Mo's palm.

On the left was a scripture with an ancient, blood-red hue. On the right was a fractured scarlet crystal, within which a sea of blood seemed to churn, vaguely revealing the phantom of a three-headed, six-armed Rakshasa roaring, exuding a heart-palpitating, ancient pressure.

"Bloodthirsty Rakshasa Authority..."

Fang Mo clenched his five fingers, and the scarlet crystal merged into his palm without resistance.

There was no agonizing pain as he had imagined, but rather a warmth and sense of control originating from the depths of his bloodline.

This feeling was peculiar, as if what flowed within his body was no longer mere blood, but countless obedient soldiers.

With a slight shift of his mind.

The surging qi and blood within his body instantly stilled.

Then, with another thought.

The blood within his veins began to flow in reverse, its speed increasing dramatically. His previously steady heartbeat pounded like a war drum, the force it pumped causing his skin to take on a bizarre crimson hue.

This was merely internal observation.

He raised his hand, and with a thought, a drop of blood from his fingertip seeped out. Instead of falling, it defied logic by hovering in mid-air, stretching and deforming according to his will, transforming into an incredibly sharp blood needle.

"Blood Control."

This was the authority of the Bloodthirsty Rakshasa. Although it was merely a fractured wisp, this ability to control blood, combined with his own immense qi and blood, more than doubled his lethality. In the future, if he encountered an enemy, as long as they were injured, even by a small cut, it would be like handing their lifeline over to him.

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Mo's eyes.

"Good stuff."

Calming his mind, Fang Mo turned his attention to the other reward—Blood Scripture: Bone Transformation Chapter.

The scripture was absorbed into his glabella.

A complex and obscure stream of information exploded in his mind, countless golden characters burrowing into the depths of his memory like tadpoles.

Each character expounded on the mysteries of bone, how to shift, how to compress, how to grow.

Fang Mo sat cross-legged and, following the scripture's instructions, activated his qi and blood to cleanse all the bones in his body.

At this moment, the [Golden Bones] within him began to stir.

The once indestructible Golden Bones, under the guidance of this supreme demonic technique, actually softened slightly.

"Bone Transformation: Transform form, transform appearance, transform strength."

Fang Mo whispered, his qi and blood surging.

Crack, crack, crack—

The dense sound of bones grinding exploded within him, making one's teeth ache.

The "Dragon Spine" of his spine responded first, his previously straight back beginning to writhe, connecting segment by segment. Following that were the bones of his limbs. Those Silver Bones, shimmering with golden threads, began to soften and reorganize under the catalysis of the scripture.

This sensation was not pleasant. It felt as if countless tiny hammers were pounding every bone in his body, shattering them only to reshape them.

Pain?

Pain meant he was getting stronger!

This technique had power!

"Change for me!"

Fang Mo roared, fully activating the Bone Transformation Chapter.

His physique began to change visibly. His original height of about 1.8 meters increased by three inches, his shoulders widened, becoming broad like walls. His cheekbones protruded, his jaw broadened, and his originally delicate features instantly became rugged and heroic, exuding a rough, unrefined aura.

It wasn't over yet.

Fang Mo's mind shifted again.

His tall body deflated like a leaky balloon, rapidly shriveling and hunching over. His spine curved into a bow, his limbs atrophied, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a withered old man with a face full of wrinkles, on the verge of death.

"Change again!"

His bones roared once more.

Fat piled up, his belly became round, and the flesh on his cheeks drooped down, obscuring his neck. Fang Mo walked a few paces with a waddle, his demeanor and physique making him look exactly like another Wang Youan.

"Hahaha!"

"Interesting, so interesting!"

Fang Mo returned to his original form, feeling that about one-tenth of his qi and blood had been consumed. He had a plan.

This technique consumed a considerable amount, but its effects were heaven-defying.

Ordinary disguise techniques could only alter the surface appearance; they would be exposed if a master examined the bones. But he had changed from the very marrow of his bones. Even his own father, upon examining his bones, would not find any flaws.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

A trembling inquiry came from below.

Wang Ergou, still holding the blood-dripping stick, stared dumbfoundedly at his prison warden performing a magic trick of transformation. One moment tall, the next short, one moment fat, the next thin. The scene was terrifying.

Gu Yichuan was also stunned, forgetting to swing the whip in his hand.

"Practicing."

Fang Mo replied indifferently, without further explanation.

As a superior, maintaining an air of mystery was essential.

He stood up and looked down at the Prison Suppressing Realm, which was already taking shape.

Everything was developing in a positive direction.

"Alright."

Fang Mo flicked his sleeve, his figure beginning to fade.

"You all continue your drills, don't you dare slack off, Sir."

"Yes! We bid you farewell, Sir!"

All the ghosts knelt in unison.

The real world, a small courtyard in Wannian County.

When Fang Mo opened his eyes, the sky outside the window had already turned a fish-belly white.

He rolled out of bed and walked to the copper basin, scooping up a handful of cold water to wash his face. The icy water droplets slid down his cheeks, slightly cooling his somewhat excited spirit.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a long breath.

Fang Mo looked at the young face with a hint of roguishness in the bronze mirror.