After studying it carefully once more, Zhao Feng put down the booklet.
The Blood Soul Secret Art was a secret technique of the Blood Lotus Sect for tempering the soul's power. Once mastered, it strengthened the soul enough to resist mental attacks, including Taoist and Buddhist curses. Naturally, it also included corresponding methods for attacking the soul.
However, cultivating this secret art required reaching the Astral Force realm first, and it consumed large quantities of blood essence, so it was not suitable for him yet.
He could only put the booklet away for now and see whether he could cultivate it once the conditions were right.
As for the small bottles he had taken from Chu Fan, he recognized the pills in one of them as Bloodburst Pills, but he did not recognize the rest. He could only put them away for now.
Now that the Demonic Sect's Hall in Big Stone County had been uprooted and the thorn that was Chu Fan had been pulled out, his only regret was that the Northern Barbarian archer had escaped again.
"Father, Mother! Little Aunt, I'm going back to the sect," Zhao Feng said softly at the dinner table.
The moment he finished speaking, the table, which had been filled with cheerful conversation and laughter, fell silent.
"Son, can't you leave a little later?" Yang Shi asked, her eyes brimming with tears. Zhao Youfang also began to cry.
"Old woman, our son is meant to accomplish great things. We shouldn't hold him back any longer," Zhao Youlin urged.
"Cousin Qiao'er, use these pills when you attempt your Gate Breakthrough." Zhao Feng gave several bottles of Vitality Pills and Minor Foundation-Nourishing Pills to his cousin Qiao'er, whose eyes were slightly red.
Then he pinched the little cheeks of Zhao Bao'er and Zhao Zihuai,