Blood Demon Killing Curse

"What are you doing here? If I hadn't passed by, would you still be alive?" Xiang Hui knew that his senior disciple had profound cultivation, but he was also rigid. Of course, he didn't dare to tell him their purpose for coming, so he lied, "Senior Disciple! We've joined the Dragon Group now. We just received news that the Monster Alliance is in internal conflict, and the Tianxuan Blood Demon is heavily injured. Ling Fei of the Kunlun Sect wants us to investigate. We just arrived here and encountered these monsters."

"Hmph! Isn't Ling Fei sending you to your death? This Tianxuan Blood Demon is a monster cultivated from a thousand years of foul blood absorbing death energy. Even if the Sect Master doesn't use the Purple and Azure Twin Swords, they would only be evenly matched. Even heavily injured, you wouldn't be able to deal with him. Moreover, his four great demon subordinates are all stronger than you. Ling Fei, relying on being from Kunlun, is secretly harming our Shu Mountain. His heart is too malicious! I must find an opportunity to spar with him and see whose Liulan Sword is more formidable, or if my Golden Light Sword is superior!"

Xiang Hui's heart bloomed with joy. His random lies had actually angered his senior disciple, causing him to want to compete with Ling Fei. He had heard that his senior disciple's swordsmanship had reached the realm of controlling swords with spirit, just one step away from the supreme state of ten thousand swords obeying one's will. Ling Fei would definitely not be his match. At that time, he would thoroughly humiliate Ling Fei in front of the Dragon Group members and see if he dared to boss them around anymore.

The senior disciple took out several pills from his embrace. Their colors flowed, and a refreshing fragrance wafted from them. "These four Heavenly Spirit Pills were recently refined by the Sect Master using ingredients like century-old ginseng, poria cocos, and purple ganoderma. They are very beneficial for your cultivation. I happened to bring some out, and since you are all lightly injured, they will be useful!" Xiang Hui happily accepted the Heavenly Spirit Pills, thinking: Great, taking one of these Heavenly Spirit Pills can at least increase my cultivation by ten years. If our Shu Mountain wasn't so wealthy and generous, where would we get so many medicinal ingredients to refine pills? However, our family's annual tribute to the Sect Master is also not small.

"I wonder why the Tianxuan Blood Demon hasn't made a move, but that person just now was a master of formations! In our cultivation world, the only ones skilled in formations are from the Dunjia Sect, and they are all mysterious. Could that person be from the Dunjia Sect? How could they be connected to monsters?" Looking at the powder of the broken jade token on the ground, the senior disciple couldn't figure it out. "I still need to investigate the matter of Junior Disciple Zhao Liang being attacked. You all leave here quickly." After speaking, he mounted his flying sword and vanished like a golden light. Xiang Hui and the other three watched with envy.

"Sister! The food you cook is truly delicious!" Liao Xiaojin sat at the dining table, constantly putting small slices of tender steak into his mouth. "Hmph! You only just realized! Haven't you eaten my sister's immortal tofu yet? If you have, I guarantee you'll swallow your tongue." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl next to him watched Liao Xiaojin's ravenous eating and said with a smile. "Okay! Okay! I'll try your sister's tofu tomorrow..." Upon hearing that there was even better food, Liao Xiaojin readily agreed, but then he felt something was off about his words and quickly stopped. Zhou Chen understood the awkwardness in Liao Xiaojin's words and blushed, making both of them embarrassed for a moment. "Huh? Sister, why aren't you talking? Oh right, Sister, didn't you just take a new master? Why haven't I seen him?" The little fox tilted her head and asked Zhou Chen curiously.

After this awkward interlude, the atmosphere eased slightly. Zhou Chen also found it strange and asked Liao Xiaojin, "Master has been in seclusion for three days, why hasn't he come out? Could he be that badly injured? I saw he was fine at the time?" Liao Xiaojin said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. Master is the most cunning person; he would never suffer a loss. What could happen to him? He's probably contemplating some peerless Dao technique!" After speaking, he picked up another rib and gnawed on it. Seeing him like this, the little fox couldn't help but call him a "pig!"

Liao Xiaojin was mistaken. Zhou Qing's situation was actually very dire. In the spacious training room, Zhou Qing looked at the Golden Silkworm, which was nearly two feet long. Beneath its fan-like wings, its golden shell was slightly bulging, but its entire body was enveloped in blood-red light, with faint wisps of foul, bloody stench emanating from it.

"Sigh! I finally got to be an expert for a few days, and now I have to revert to my original form. What a pity! This Golden Silkworm was about to evolve to the four-winged stage, but it got hit by the Blood Demon's curse at this critical moment. I knew I shouldn't have gone to that Monster Alliance. Who knew that the Tianxuan Blood Demon was a monster cultivated from a thousand years of foul blood absorbing death energy from the earth? No wonder no one intervened when it caused such a commotion. There's actually such a monster!" Zhou Qing sighed greatly at the injustice of the Heavenly Dao.

Originally, with the Second Primordial Spirit in hand, Zhou Qing was a Spirit Transmutation stage expert. Who knew that the Tianxuan Blood Demon's curse was extremely venomous, refined from the world's most sinister death energy combined with its own thousand-year-old foul blood? It was specifically designed to contaminate primordial spirits and magical treasures. No matter how powerful your immortal artifact was, once it was touched, not only would its spiritual energy be completely lost, but the artifact itself might be ruined. If a cultivator was afflicted, the death energy would invade their primordial spirit, corrupt their body, and obediently turn them into a mass of foul blood. Fortunately, Zhou Qing's primordial spirit, the Golden Silkworm, was inherently strong, and it also possessed the bloodline of the ancient demon god Chi You, which allowed it to persist until now. Initially, Zhou Qing could still mobilize the Samadhi True Fire within his primordial spirit to fight against the death energy. However, the Blood Demon's curse could automatically absorb the death energy floating in the air to strengthen itself, forcing Zhou Qing to abandon control of the Golden Silkworm and withdraw his divine sense from it to prevent his divine sense from being devoured by the death energy.

Looking at the increasingly strong bloody smell emanating from the Golden Silkworm, even with Zhou Qing's firm will, he felt heartbroken: If I can't find a way to remove this curse, my Second Primordial Spirit will be ruined! At that time, my cultivation will be inferior to my two disciples. What then? I might as well die. The thought of going from a great Spirit Transmutation expert to a mere Qi Induction stage shrimp was unbearable for Zhou Qing. It was like a billionaire suddenly becoming a beggar on the street; no one could stand it.

"Damn it! I'll risk it!" Zhou Qing took out the Nether Blood-Devouring Divine Saber from the wall of the training room, which he had never been able to use. He casually thrust it into the ground. With a thud, the reinforced concrete floor felt like tofu as the saber body sank deeply into it, leaving only the double-headed wolf hilt exposed. Zhou Qing then took out twelve command flags from the wall. These flags were identical to the ones that had trapped the Tianxuan Blood Demon, with poles made of fine steel and silk banners embroidered with runes in gold thread. Zhou Qing shook his head and muttered to himself, "Fortunately, I always keep a backup plan. I originally made twenty-four flags, otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do now. These few flagpoles alone cost me tens of millions. Indeed, without money, even cultivators are helpless. If it were before, I wouldn't have had this much money. If I had encountered that Blood Demon without a formation to trap him, I would have been dead."