Chapter 36

The disheveled old man didn't care at all about the thick layer of dust on his body; he walked up to Mu Qing while laughing heartily.

Mu Qing frowned. As the disheveled old man approached him, a thick, foul stench assaulted his nostrils, which was extremely unpleasant.

"Hehe, don't mind it. I've been sealed here for over a dozen years, and I haven't taken a bath in all that time, so I naturally smell like this." The disheveled old man laughed as he looked at Mu Qing's appearance.

"Senior." Mu Qing took a deep breath and asked, "What is this place? How can I get out? And what you said just now about my Blood Spirit needing water-attribute energy—what is that about?"

He asked several questions in a row.

Although the disheveled old man before him looked even more wretched than he, a severely injured person, did—being short in stature and occasionally displaying a neurotic smile—Mu Qing could easily sense that the Purple Lightning Bamboo in his mind was trembling slightly when the other party appeared, as if it were extremely wary of the old man.

It was precisely this discovery that made Mu Qing decide to be cautious and not underestimate the man based on his appearance.

One must know that even when facing Lei Kai, the vice principal of West Lake High School, the Purple Lightning Bamboo had not reacted in such a way.

"Oh?" The disheveled old man was clearly surprised by Mu Qing's attitude. He glanced at him with curiosity and then said, "As you can see, this is a graveyard, but it doesn't bury the dead."

"It is basically impossible for you to get out of here. This graveyard is shrouded by a barrier; even I cannot get out."

"As for the problem with your Blood Spirit."

After patiently explaining the first two questions, the disheveled old man's eyes suddenly erupted with an incredibly bright light.

He looked at Mu Qing with great interest before slowly saying, "I had always heard that some organizations were researching something called a Blood Spirit Potion that could grant people a second Blood Spirit. I didn't expect them to have actually succeeded!"

Mu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes instantly became vigilant.

The disheveled old man's words made it very clear that he knew the secret of him possessing two Blood Spirits.

His mysterious father had told him that this Blood Spirit Potion was top secret and must not be leaked.

"Hehehe, don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you." The disheveled old man scratched his messy hair, indicating he had no ill intent.

He said, "A Dual Blood Spirit is nothing special. Only some ordinary factions would think a Dual Blood Spirit is precious."

The disheveled old man picked his nose, looking completely indifferent.

Seeing that the other party had no malicious intent, Mu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Blood Spirit should be the legendary mutated Blood Spirit," the disheveled old man said.

"In bloodline inheritance, most people's Blood Spirits inherit those of their parents. However, for a small number of people, the Blood Spirit undergoes a mutation. The attributes remain the same as their parents', but the form and abilities undergo earth-shattering changes."

The disheveled old man explained to Mu Qing.

"You mean my Blood Spirit is a mutated Blood Spirit?" Mu Qing looked stunned.

He thought about it and felt that what the disheveled old man said made some sense.

His father, Mu Yu, had told him that the Blood Spirit he would awaken would be the Mad Shark Blood Spirit, but the one he actually awakened was a little black fish.

The disheveled old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said, "There are two types of mutated Blood Spirits. One requires a large amount of energy of the same attribute, while the other changes its form every time a major realm is broken through."

"Clearly, your Blood Spirit belongs to the former." He looked at Mu Qing and clicked his tongue in wonder, saying, "A Dual Blood Spirit and a mutated Blood Spirit—two special cases of Blood Spirits have both appeared in you. It really is miraculous!"

"So that's how it is." Mu Qing nodded, suddenly enlightened.

The disheveled old man looked at Mu Qing. The next moment, a terrifying wave of mental energy surged from his body like a raging sea, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

Mu Qing's pupils constricted. He thought the old man was going to attack him and wanted to resist, but he found himself restrained by the terrifying mental energy.

That terrifying mental energy surged into his body, but it did not touch Mu Qing's mind or dantian; instead, it spread out and gathered at the wounds on his body.

Miraculously, the severe injuries on Mu Qing's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and not even a scar was left on those wounds.

"This..." Mu Qing's face was filled with surprise. The pain in his body had completely vanished, all his injuries were gone, and he felt refreshed and breathed with great ease.

The disheveled old man retracted his mental energy and laughed, "How about it? This was taught to me by an old friend. People call him the Quack Doctor, but he still has some tricks up his sleeve. This mental energy healing method was created by him."

"Now, should you believe that I won't attack you?"

Mu Qing felt a sense of respect and said, "How should I address you, Senior? This junior is deeply grateful."

Originally, he was severely injured and would have needed a long time to recuperate and recover, meaning he wouldn't have been able to continue the Mock Exam and might have found it difficult to enter the top ten.

But now that his injuries were healed, he had his combat power back and could once again contend with Liu Tianyu and Wang Haixuan.

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The disheveled old man squinted and asked in return, "Are you a student of West Lake High School? Why did you come here?"

Mu Qing replied, "The College Entrance Exam is approaching, and the school held a Mock Exam right here on Lake Heart Island!"

"I didn't expect time to pass so quickly. But you are lucky; the students from previous Mock Exams who wandered in here all died," the disheveled old man sighed.

"Died?" Mu Qing was a bit confused.

Although the environment here was strange, it didn't seem to have any dangers.

"Yes... they all died." The disheveled old man grinned and said, "I killed them all."

A bone-chilling cold surged from Mu Qing's spine. He couldn't help but step back, his pupils contracting as he looked at the smiling, indifferent disheveled old man, his heart trembling.

The disheveled old man restrained his smile and walked toward the gray-black light curtain.

According to what he said, this gray-black light curtain was actually a barrier.

"I am, in fact, the former principal of West Lake High School, Ke Fei." He placed his withered palm against the barrier, immediately triggering its defensive backlash.

The symbols on the gray-black barrier began to tremble, and waves of terrifying power surged forth, manifesting as bursts of flame one moment and icy auras the next.

It was clearly visible that one half of the disheveled old man's body was shrouded in flames, the temperature terrifyingly high, while the other half was already covered in frost.

He turned a blind eye to all of this, allowing the frost and fire to ravage his body.

Behind him, Mu Qing noticed a phantom image emerging from the old man's body, gradually solidifying into a flying dragon with three heads, sharp claws, and a body covered in pitch-black scales; a terrifying pressure radiated from it, making it difficult to breathe.

He said, "The original me lived in agony. People called me a madman because I suffered from a dissociative identity disorder, harboring two personalities within me."

"One of these personalities was Bloodthirsty, the other Gentle. Eventually, the Bloodthirsty Personality took control of the body and killed many, whether they were fierce beasts or humans."

"When the Gentle Personality regained control of the body, he discovered that the Federation had already issued a warrant for his arrest, and the eyes of his friends and family had changed. He did not want the Bloodthirsty Personality to emerge again and harm others."

"Thus, the Gentle Personality sealed himself on Lake Heart Island, using the power of the Blood Spirit Three-Headed Dragon to set up the strongest barrier. The Gentle Personality buried himself!"

Ke Fei's palm trembled slightly as he said, "The Bloodthirsty Personality was trapped and, finding he could not get outside the barrier, went completely insane. He cruelly murdered those West Lake High School students who accidentally wandered into the barrier."

"Then, Senior, are you currently... the Gentle Personality?" Mu Qing asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.

From the very beginning, he had felt that this so-called former principal before him was not quite right, and did not seem like the Gentle Personality he described.

"No." Ke Fei shook his head, paused, and added, "But I am not that Bloodthirsty Personality either."

"In a sense, those two personalities of my past have already died, and I am a brand-new personality," Ke Fei said. He withdrew his palm and dispersed his Blood Spirit.

And just as that Three-Headed Dragon Blood Spirit dissipated, Mu Qing finally noticed that the eyes of the middle head were full of spirit, while the pupils of the two side heads were pitch-black, like dead silence.

"It seems you noticed as well." Ke Fei grinned.

He said, "The reason I had dissociative identity disorder in the past was because of my Blood Spirit. Due to a fortuitous encounter, the Blood Spirit mutated, and the Two-Headed Dragon grew a third head, which is exactly my personality."

"I took control of everything, while the other two personalities have fallen completely silent."

Mu Qing felt as if he were listening to a bizarre tale. He took a deep breath; having only recently awakened his own Blood Spirit, this was the first time he had witnessed such a miraculous event.

He had not expected that a Blood Spirit could have such a profound impact on a person.

"So, kid, you are lucky; at least you don't have to die." Ke Fei showed no signs of being a powerhouse, simply plopping down onto the ground.

"However, you must also prepare yourself," he said.

"What do you mean?" Mu Qing frowned, then looked toward the barrier, seemingly realizing something.

"This barrier was set up by the Gentle Personality and is extremely powerful. This graveyard has a total of one hundred and eight tombstones, which represent one hundred and eight seals. Over the past dozen years, just now, the first seal was finally broken," Ke Fei sighed.

He looked somewhat dejected; having finally overcome the illness of his split personality, he found himself unable to leave.

"Is there really no way to get out?" Mu Qing found it hard to accept and hurriedly asked.

"Even I, whose bloodline has reached the peak of the ninth rank, have no way out. Do you think you have a way?" Ke Fei said.

He seemed to have given up; in over a dozen years, he had only managed to shatter one tombstone, breaking only one of the hundreds of seals.

"Perhaps, if those two personalities were still here, my cultivation would have long since broken through the ninth rank, becoming someone who transcends the Martial Venerable," Ke Fei said with self-mockery.

He admitted that he was inferior to those two personalities, telling Mu Qing that if they were still present, his strength would be terrifying to the extreme.