Blood Luan Sword Canon, Thousand-Year He Shou Wu (Seeking Monthly Votes, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Changyuan Mountain. The turmoil on the mountain had already subsided, and the sun rose warmly once more, shining over the land.

Perhaps it was because the Righteous Path Sect had set up an array, or perhaps because the Ghost Mystery Sect's ghost array was gone.

Ye Jingcheng only felt that it had grown much warmer.

Of course, as Ye Jingcheng held the jade slip, he could not help but sink into thought once again.

The name of this low-grade earth-tier cultivation art was none other than the Blood Luan Sword Canon.

It contained not only the sacrificial refinement method for the Blood Luan Sword, but also the forging method for the Blood Luan Coffin.

He could not help but overlap this cultivation art with the image of that Yu Family cultivator.

In the end, he let out a long sigh and had no intention of keeping the jade slip.

According to the cultivation art, as long as one cultivated at least one Blood Luan within their body, their chance of success when breaking through to the Purple Palace realm would increase by ten percent, while their chance of forming a Golden Core would increase by five percent.

That ten or five percent was not to be underestimated. After all, Purple Palace Jade Liquid only increased the odds of breaking through to the Purple Palace realm by forty percent, while a Gold Condensation Pill increased the chances of Golden Core formation by merely thirty percent.

Yet Ye Jingcheng felt deeply uneasy. A low-grade earth-tier cultivation art had simply been sitting in a storage pouch—no matter how he looked at it, something felt wrong.

Moreover, Yu Hao had clearly joined the Ghost Mystery Sect. Yet Yu Hao's final strike had obviously been meant to cost him his life, and not only had