I Want to Become Stronger!

The moment Su Ming swept his right hand, the crescent moon that had been fading into the sky suddenly erupted with a silver radiance of extreme intensity. This radiance was invisible to others; only Su Ming could witness it with absolute clarity.

The silver light descended abruptly from the firmament. As Su Ming waved his hand, he saw the world before him distort. Following that, the moonlight—which seemed to have been drawn forth by him from the bright moon—flashed. A deafening roar erupted, and a massive expanse of rock and stone in front of Su Ming shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions. Some pieces tumbled into the mountain ravine, the echoes of their impact lingering for a long time.

Su Ming's eyes widened, and he drew a sharp breath. He stared blankly at his right hand, taking a long while to recover. When he suddenly looked up at the sky, the moon had already vanished, and the first rays of the morning sun were rising, bathing the entire world in light.

"Is this... the art of the Fire Barbarian? But this technique is connected to the bright moon, yet it lacks even a hint of fire. Why is that?" Su Ming muttered. His heart pounded with accelerating speed. The power of the moonlight he had channeled with his right hand just moments ago contained a strangeness he could not comprehend, yet the sharpness within it made his heart race with excitement.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and, with a flicker in his gaze, struck another large boulder nearby. He channeled his entire body's blood energy, his twenty-five blood lines intertwining. The moment his fist made contact with the boulder, a muffled boom echoed out. Cracks appeared across the stone with a series of snapping sounds. At the same time, a tremendous force of recoil surged into Su Ming's right hand and rushed into his body, only to be neutralized by the circulation of his blood energy.

Su Ming stepped back, his eyes fixed on the cracked boulder, and a look of growing excitement gradually appeared in his gaze.

"With my current strength at the fourth level of the Blood Condensation Realm, I can only crack this boulder... If I were to use the Spirit Devouring Barbarian art and find the right beast spirit, perhaps I could shatter it... But this was already my full strength, and compared to that sliver of moonlight, there is a clear disparity."

"If a single sliver of moonlight can do this, then once there is more..." Su Ming took a deep breath and then began to laugh, looking quite happy. He felt his own transformation, felt the power existing within his body, and felt an even greater anticipation for the arrival of the moonlit night.

"The only pity is that this moonlight power seems to be usable only at night." Su Ming pondered for a moment before turning back into the cave.

For the first time ever, Su Ming spent the day in intense anticipation of the night. He would occasionally look up through the small holes to check the sky, feeling as if the day were moving with agonizing slowness. Gradually, as the sky darkened once more and the moonlight spilled across the earth, Su Ming suppressed his agitated emotions. He looked at the bright moon, took a deep breath, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

From the inheritance of the Barbarian Statue, Su Ming knew clearly that once he reached the fifth level of the Blood Condensation Realm or higher, he could perform two immensely powerful Barbarian arts passed down from the medium-sized Wu Mountain Tribe of several hundred years ago!

Black Blood Dust and Three Baleful Slashes!

This Black Blood Dust involved condensing a drop of Barbarian blood within the body to make it erupt with astonishing power in an instant. As for the Three Baleful Slashes, the mere thought of it made Su Ming's heart race.

The Black Blood Dust required at least fifty blood lines to perform. The Three Baleful Slashes were even more difficult; one needed to have condensed two hundred blood lines to make initial use of it and perform the first slash!

The fifth level of the Blood Condensation Realm required fifty-three blood lines. To become a Barbarian Warrior of the sixth level, one needed one hundred and nine blood lines! As for the seventh level, it required two hundred and forty-three blood lines!

The peak of the mid-stage Blood Condensation Realm was the eighth level, requiring three hundred and ninety-nine blood lines!

Beyond the ninth level was the late stage of the Blood Condensation Realm. Up to the eleventh level, the required quantity reached the limit of an ordinary Barbarian Warrior: seven hundred and eighty-one. If one could exceed this, not only would their strength be greater, but it would also increase the chances of reaching the Dust Opening Realm!

Su Ming's eyes flashed as he looked at the moon in the sky, his anticipation growing ever more intense. As he meditated in his mind that the moon was red, the moon gradually appeared as a red moon to him, and the burning sensation in his eyes resurfaced.

This time, Su Ming did not hesitate. He bit his fingertip and immediately raised it, smearing the fresh blood into his eyes. His entire body seemed to roar, and the strange changes that had appeared yesterday inside and outside Black Flame Peak emerged once again.

"I want to become stronger!" Su Ming muttered. The twenty-five blood lines within his body appeared, and as blood-colored light flickered across his body, he continuously absorbed the mountain's essence from all directions. At the same time, the blood moon in his eyes flashed violently, and he abruptly raised his right hand again, smearing it across his pupils once more!

"The path of the Barbarian desire, reaching the edges of the eight directions; the remaining fire melts the blood, the thought burns the heavens, the thought exhausts the sky... If the fire moon emerges from the clouds, amidst the vast world... at that moment, meditate: Blood Fire Stacking. Nine is the limit, one is the law; burn the Barbarian fire nine times to achieve the Fire Worship Technique!"

"Nine is the limit! Nine is the limit!! The meaning of this sentence, as I see it, is to stack the blood fire nine times!" After Su Ming's right hand smeared his eyes for the second time, his entire body began to tremble violently. The entire Black Flame Peak shook suddenly, though this tremor remained imperceptible to anyone else.

An even more majestic mountain essence rushed in, surging into Su Ming's body and giving him the illusion that he was about to burst. On his body, the twenty-five blood lines shone with blinding light, appearing as if they had come alive and were twisting.

In that very instant, a twenty-sixth blood line appeared on Su Ming's body. It did not end there: twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine... until the thirty-third blood line appeared simultaneously!!

Su Ming's breathing grew rapid, and his heart pounded with increasing speed. The sensation of possessing such formidable power immersed him completely, as if he did not wish to wake up, yet his mind remained clear. As the blood moon flashed in his eyes, he slowly raised his right hand and bit his third finger.

The blood on his fingertip seemed to possess a strange power. Su Ming looked at the blood and slowly brought it before his eyes; he was going to perform the third Blood Fire Stacking!

He had an extremely strong feeling that if he could stack the blood fire three times, his cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds! The intensity of this feeling made his body tremble. Staring fixedly at his finger, Su Ming gritted his teeth and slammed it against his right eye. With just a light smear, the entire Wu Mountain shook in unison!

It was not just Black Flame Peak that trembled; the other four peaks vibrated in their souls simultaneously. Countless birds and beasts looked to the sky in terror, not daring to move a muscle. Yet, to anyone's eyes, the mountains appeared as usual, as if nothing had changed.

The Black Dragon Tribe did not notice, and the same was true for the Wu Mountain Tribe. Only Bi Tu, who was sitting in meditation within the Black Mountain Tribe absorbing the blood of the Moon Wing to break through to the Dust Opening Realm, felt his heart clench suddenly. When he opened his eyes, a trace of horror appeared in them. He immediately rose, left his dwelling, and looked at the sky.

But that momentary sensation vanished like smoke, and no matter how he observed, he could not find the source of that shock.

Beyond this, the moment Su Ming attempted the third Blood Fire Stacking, all the Moon Wings deep within the five peaks of Wu Mountain revealed looks of excitement. They went mad, as if trying to rush out of the strange tree trunks where they resided, as if to seek their king!

However, they seemed to be shrouded by some power, unable to leave.

Likewise, the strange red trees within Wu Mountain were also trembling, unable to distinguish whether it was from excitement or fear.

Inside the cave, after Su Ming smeared a trace of blood into his right eye with his finger, his body trembled so violently he was forced to stop. The majestic essence surging from the entire Wu Mountain rushed madly into his body, causing the blood lines on his skin to climb at a speed that even Su Ming found terrifying.

Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six... forty-two, forty-four... until forty-seven!!

Su Ming could not continue; the sensation of his body about to burst became increasingly clear. At this moment, he even faintly heard the roar of Moon Wings, appearing and disappearing within the entire Wu Mountain.

He raised his right hand abruptly, breathing heavily and gasping for air, his entire body soaked in sweat. At the same time, the soul-tremor of Wu Mountain vanished, the surging essence dissipated, and the faint roars in his ears disappeared without a trace. Everything returned to normal.

But Su Ming knew that what had just happened was anything but normal!

"What a powerful Barbarian art!! I can feel that if the third Blood Fire Stacking were completed, my blood lines would double! And this is only the third time; if it were nine times..." Su Ming drew a sharp breath, a fear of continuing the practice beginning to take root.

"This is only nine times. If my understanding is correct, nine stacks of blood fire allow one to bow toward the fire moon in the sky... After nine bows, one can reach the heavens as a Fire Barbarian!" Su Ming muttered, feeling the strength within his body that he found hard to believe. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, a trace of determination appearing in his eyes.

"By combining this with the Medicine Stone to practice this art... I have hope for the Dust Opening Realm!" Su Ming clenched his fists.