Blood as the Catalyst

Blood as the Catalyst

Over the next period of time, Lin Yu was basically immersed in cultivating the Poison Body. Poison Slayer put in no small amount of effort. Though the poisonous aura on his body could continuously recover,

it still was not enough for what Lin Yu needed. His Poison Body cultivation had more or less reached its final step.

A thunderous boom rang out from deep within the snow mountains. Poison Slayer turned his eyes toward it and took a careful look. Once he confirmed it was where Lin Yu was cultivating, he flew over and found Lin Yu coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Didn't I already tell you? You're only laying the foundation now. Wait two more days. After two days, I'll help you complete the Poison Body. You child, you simply refuse to listen." Poison Slayer lectured Lin Yu as though he were scolding his own child.

Lin Yu's face was deathly pale. Over these past few months, he had truly caused Poison Slayer no end of trouble. He clearly knew the Poison Body was nearly complete, yet he still insisted on seeking out more "stimulation."

A bitter smile deepened on his pale face. If he had known it would end like this, he would not have done it even if beaten to death. But there was no medicine for regret.

Seeing that expression on his face, Poison Slayer could not help laughing. He helped Lin Yu up from the ground and said, "Now then, will you behave yourself for two days? Look at all the trouble you've caused me over these three months. I have to go find some snow lotus to treat your injuries again."

On such a vast snow mountain, there would be some spirit herbs with a few years of age on them.

Lin Yu obediently lay on the ice bed. Though he had spent these past months cultivating the Poison Body, he had still absorbed some spiritual energy. What surprised him even more was that breaking through from the third rank had been remarkably easy.

After a long while, Poison Slayer returned from outside with a snow lotus fruit in his hand. It looked to be at least twenty years old, and the spiritual energy within it was exceptionally dense.

Lin Yu had completely forgotten that the spiritual energy contained in the snow lotuses he ate while recovering from his injuries was beyond anything he could have imagined.

"You're awake? Since you are, eat this fruit." Lin Yu sat up with some difficulty, picked up the snow lotus fruit covered in dirt, and asked his master, "Master, look, it's covered in dirt. How am I supposed to eat it?"

Poison Slayer now had the urge to hit him, but in the end, he held it back. He snatched the fruit away, casually used spiritual energy to melt snow into water and wash it, then helplessly rolled his eyes at Lin Yu twice. What else could he even say now?

In truth, this was when Lin Yu was happiest. Every time he was injured, he could find his master. If it had been ordinary circumstances, he would definitely have gotten beaten.

"Alright, eat the fruit and sleep again. When you wake up, we'll complete the final step of the Poison Body." The moment Poison Slayer finished speaking, Lin Yu fell asleep.

After all, it was a twenty-year-old fruit. If it had been only ten years old, perhaps Lin Yu could have refined it himself. But now, Poison Slayer could only help him, or something would soon go wrong.

A stream of spiritual energy entered Lin Yu's body. The fruit he had swallowed instantly transformed into spiritual energy and spread around his body. The very moment Poison Slayer withdrew his hand, blood sprayed from Lin Yu's nose, and an extra medicinal pill appeared in Poison Slayer's hand.

Then he turned and left the ice house.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Yu had already absorbed all that spiritual energy and saw Poison Slayer waiting outside the door.

"Master, I'm awake. I think... can we begin now?" Lin Yu was extremely anxious now. His Poison Body was finally about to be completed, and his heart was brimming with excitement.

Poison Slayer turned his head, a trace of helplessness appearing on his face. After a long while, he said, "Did you really think cultivating the Poison Body would end after merely three short months? The next month should be about enough."

There was nothing much to Poison Body cultivation itself, but what Poison Slayer wanted was a Myriad-Poison Physique.

At this moment, Lin Yu always felt that his master had set a trap for him, making him constantly cultivate and injure himself over these three months.

It was all because Poison Slayer had said that once the Poison Body was cultivated, he would teach him martial skills. Looking at it now, he was going to be fleeced for another month.

Poison Slayer directly bit open his finger. Drops of essence blood dripped from his hand. Losing three drops of essence blood was also a grievous injury to Poison Slayer. At that moment, Lin Yu sensed a faint smell of blood on his lips.

"Master, what are you..." Before Lin Yu could react to what Poison Slayer was doing, the blood had already entered his body.

"Don't speak. Do you think that's ordinary blood? That is your master's essence blood! Find a way to refine it and fuse it with your own bloodline. It will benefit you. I'll be leaving first." Poison Slayer was avoiding something; he could not let his disciple see him injured.

He needed to search for heavenly treasures to replenish the three drops of essence blood he had lost. Or perhaps he could find Magic Beasts, hunt them down, and refine their essence blood. But amid these boundless snow mountains, where could he find those Magic Beasts?

His own matters were minor. Lin Yu, however, was having a miserable time. Using just those three drops of essence blood to help him complete this was truly difficult, but there was no other way. His master had already entrusted the matter to him.

He remained seated cross-legged on the ground. The blood aura around his body erupted in an instant, resisting the toxins within the essence blood from tainting his bloodline. While Lin Yu was suppressing that bloodline, something also happened on Poison Slayer's side.

First-Rank Magic Beast, Snowfield Ape.

Intelligent Magic Beasts were rare indeed across the Four Seas and Eight Wastes.

"You little beast think you can take this old man's life? Go back and cultivate for a few more years. Before you leave, give me ten drops of essence blood." Essence blood was extremely important to Poison Slayer, but it was equally important to the Snowfield Ape. Ten drops of essence blood would be enough to keep its cultivation from advancing for three years.

At once, a roar rose into the air. A smile appeared on Poison Slayer's face. The Magic Beast pounced straight at him, but Poison Slayer blocked it with one hand and continued, "Little fellow, to be honest, you are no match for me. If you do not wish to die, leave behind your essence blood and cultivate diligently." In Poison Slayer's eyes, there were too few Magic Beasts in the Four Seas and Eight Wastes; if he could kill fewer, he would kill fewer.

At that very moment, Poison Slayer's body felt an inexplicable burden. Blood sprayed from his nose once more. The Snowfield Ape sensed something in that blood, immediately retreated, glanced at Poison Slayer, sliced open its finger, and let five drops of essence blood flow out.

"Alright. No matter what, I must thank you." Only after watching the Snowfield Ape disappear into the snow mountains did Poison Slayer sit cross-legged and begin refining those five drops of essence blood.

Golden blood flowed through his body, and his injuries improved considerably. He just did not know how many more days he could hold on...

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