"You recognize me? I don't think we've met."
Yang Ling crouched before the Blood-Handed Scholar and slowly took the wooden box from his waist.
Inside was the 300 Year Crimson Blood Vermilion Fruit.
Right before the Blood-Handed Scholar's eyes, Yang Ling ate the fruit.
Qi and blood surged within him. Bolstered by the crimson blood vermilion fruit, his qi and blood rose one point at a time.
It climbed all the way from 11,500 to 11,800 points!
"Good stuff. It still gives me another 300 points of qi and blood."
Yang Ling was very pleased. This was an unexpected bonus.
"You ate my crimson blood vermilion fruit..."
The Blood-Handed Scholar muttered to himself, a trace of fury appearing in his eyes.
He was the illustrious Blood-Handed Scholar, an expert ranked twenty-third on the Black List! An Upper Sixth Rank powerhouse.
Yet a junior had actually robbed him?!
"What's wrong with eating one of your qi and blood vermilion fruits? It's not as if I haven't eaten other people's before."
Yang Ling smiled. "Since you know who I am, this will be simple.
Tell me. Who ordered you to burn those refugees to death?"
"To think that Master Yang, Yang Ling, whom everyone considers a Newly Promoted Sixth Rank, is actually a Fifth-Rank Minor Grandmaster."
The Blood-Handed Scholar stared fixedly at Yang Ling, a trace of acceptance entering his eyes.
"I accept my defeat at your hands. Whatever you ask, I'll answer honestly."
"But before that, I want to ask you how you cultivated. The requirements for breaking through from Upper Sixth Rank to Lower Fifth Rank are extremely demanding.
Countless martial artists ultimately stop at Upper Sixth Rank, never attaining the position of Minor Grandmaster.
You're only in your early twenties. How exactly did you do it?
Who is your