Revisiting the Blood Body Technique

In the night, Wei Zhong pushed the Aura Concealment Technique and Invisibility Art to their limits, and used the Years Dao Method to suppress his spiritual power fluctuations with the power of the past.

At the same time, mysterious runes appeared in his eyes, and the Spirit Seeking Art was activated at this moment.

The surrounding multi-colored spiritual light instantly filled his vision. Following the strength of the spiritual light, Wei Zhong headed towards a mountainside.

Finally, he stopped in front of a cave dwelling. The entrance was in the shape of a paifang gate, with the words "Zhi Ming Cave" written on it.

The handwriting was mottled, probably left by the Li Family's predecessors. It was a pity that the foundation of these ancestors fell into the hands of outsiders.

Wei Zhong walked into the cave dwelling, which was a slightly wide and long passage. The passage above was full of bat swarms, and some of the larger bats had blood light emerging from their bodies.

Those were entry-level demonic beasts, Blood-Eating Bats.

They were gregarious demonic beasts that liked to eat all kinds of fresh blood, especially spiritual blood rich in spiritual energy.

Moreover, they possessed an extremely strong perception of Qi and blood. As long as humans stepped into their territory, they would be immediately discovered. Qi Refining cultivators often had no remains left, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be able to retreat completely.

Candle Daoren raised such a group of demonic beasts to serve as a warning, which could be said to be much stronger than the formation outside. At critical moments, they could also become his combat power to help resist foreign enemies.

However, below this group of sensitive Blood-Eating Bats, Wei Zhong walked as if nothing had happened, like a stone, silently.

As he was about to walk out of this passage, Wei Zhong suddenly saw a huge bat that far exceeded the size of ordinary Blood-Eating Bats.

Its entire body was blood red, and it was half the size of a normal person without spreading its wings.

Hanging upside down in the passage, it looked like a front tooth in the mouth, particularly conspicuous.

A late-stage Rank 1, or even a peak demonic beast only one step away from Rank 2.

Looking back at the dense swarm of bats behind him, Wei Zhong dismissed the idea of a later man-to-man, beast-to-beast fight.

Whether it was Nine Colors or Da Jin, they would probably be dead if they faced this group of demonic beasts.

After leaving the passage, Wei Zhong planned to find Candle Daoren's location first.

This cave dwelling was the most spiritually abundant location on the island, and the dazzling spiritual light almost blinded Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong had no choice but to use his real-world vision to see traces of human life in the cave.

However, after searching around, he couldn't see Candle Daoren's figure. Could this person have gone out? Or was this place a cover, and Candle Daoren wasn't here at all?

Just as Wei Zhong was wondering, he suddenly noticed something was wrong with a rock wall. The spiritual light here seemed a little strange.

It wasn't abundant, but rather a little too sparse.

After careful investigation, he found a strange piece of unknown paper, which was painted with a pattern similar to the surrounding rock walls, which was why Wei Zhong didn't notice it for a while.

However, this paper actually had a trace of concealing spiritual power, which could be considered a good thing.

Carefully lifting the painting, Wei Zhong didn't sense any triggers.

Behind it was a narrow passage, from which a faint smell of blood wafted.

It turned out that this painting not only concealed spiritual power, but also blocked the smell of blood inside.

Wei Zhong became vigilant, and two black balls were already secretly pinched in his hand, the Flying Throwing Art ready to be launched.

Walking along the passage, Wei Zhong could already see the four most prominent spiritual lights within his sight.

Two of the spiritual lights flickered uncertainly, as if they were about to go out at any moment, each with a spiritual light line connected to another ball of blood-colored spiritual light.

The three had not moved their positions, only the remaining one was constantly moving.

Wei Zhong walked to the end of the narrow passage before he could finally see the scene inside.

Two people were imprisoned and hung upside down in the cave like dead pigs, their exposed necks, arms, chests, and other parts showing wounds.

The blood flowing from them dripped down their bodies and long hair into the stone trough below, flowing along the stone trough towards a blood-colored figure.

This figure barely achieved a human form, the surface of its body was constantly wriggling flesh, looking extremely terrifying, and its facial features were even more chaotic, like strange fleshy tumors growing out of a round mass of flesh.

Wei Zhong felt a strange feeling in his heart and couldn't help but think of the Blood Sea True Lord inheritance he had obtained many years ago.

There was a method of refining an external avatar within it called the Blood Body Technique. Although he had not specifically checked its contents at the time, the method practiced by the person in front of him was very likely this technique.

Wei Zhong turned his head to look at the Candle Daoren who exuded the aura of Foundation Establishment, who seemed to be really only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment as the information said.

His burly figure completely filled out his loose Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was red and white, and the flame cloud patterns rising below contrasted sharply with the white smoke clouds above.

His hair was messy, scattered down like a stirred chicken coop, and his face had very distinctive unibrows. Others only needed to take one look to remember this face in their hearts.

At this moment, the Candle Daoren, with a slightly rough face, was somewhat exasperated.

He was holding a dark pill in his hand and stuffing it into the mouths of the two hanging people.

"Waste, waste, what a waste of Dao Lord's Healing Pills for you. The spiritual blood of two Foundation Establishment cultivators is as thin as water."

While speaking, he slapped one of them in the face: "You're even worse than a domestic pig."

The latter was beaten by him but had no reaction. Years of torture had long worn away his spiritual will, and his weak body had no ability to resist.

If it weren't for his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he would have probably died long ago.

Wei Zhong understood that the injuries of the two were beyond recovery. If they could still move now, they would probably choose to commit suicide to end this endless torture.

He originally thought that the two were secretly killed by this Candle Daoren, but he didn't expect that their blood would be taken to refine a technique.

Wei Zhong felt a little emotional.

While thinking, the Candle Daoren had finished venting his anger, walked to the blood-colored figure, bit his fingertip, and red blood flowed out of it.

Ignoring the disgusting wriggling flesh, he used his fingers to smear the blood on its face.

This is probably one of the refining steps of the Blood Body Technique.

After this period of investigation, Wei Zhong was sure that there were no other ambushes in this cave, and the only ones he needed to face were the Candle Daoren and the blood-colored figure.

Now, while he was refining the blood body, it was a good opportunity to sneak attack.

Wei Zhong moved his hand slightly, and instantly a black shadow shot through an almost vacuum spiritual energy channel towards the back of the Candle Daoren.

Flying Throwing Art · Grandmaster (11%)

The Candle Daoren with thick eyebrows and big eyes suddenly felt a chill in his heart. When he noticed the attack, it was already too late.

He could only barely twist his body, and at the same time, a flash of fire flashed across his body.

This was precisely its automatic defense-type life-saving measure.

However, this streak of firelight failed to buy it enough time. Like a layer of illusory light and shadow, the black ball passed through it almost unhindered.

It struck its chest, completely destroying the internal organs, and then, with undiminished momentum, pierced through its back, incidentally removing half of the bloody humanoid torso.

The powerful vitality of a Foundation Establishment cultivator meant that it did not die immediately from such severe injuries.

Its fingers twitched slightly, already forming a hand seal. The two Foundation Establishment cultivators hanging upside down in the cave immediately exploded.

Forming a rain of blood, enveloping Wei Zhong within.

Wei Zhong flicked his sleeve upwards, and pale black Foundation Establishment spiritual power supported a rain curtain above his head, the blood splattering on it and making a sizzling sound.

Blood, fire, and poison, good heavens, what kind of hellish things did this old Daoist feed these two brothers?

Although Wei Zhong could withstand this wave of blood rain, he moved his body to conserve spiritual power, using the Soaring Cloud Art to leave the area covered by the blood rain.

Through the blood rain, Wei Zhong could not see Candle Daoren behind it, and even his Divine Sense was temporarily blocked by the blood rain, unable to pass through.

Once the blood rain ended, he caught sight of a tall, distorted humanoid figure rising from the ground, emitting heavy gasps, and then roaring at Wei Zhong:

"You deserve to die!!!"