President of the Soul Academy

Within the boundless sea of blood, a massive vortex continuously devoured the surrounding Bloodline Power. At the center of the vortex, purple-black flames burned faintly.

In order to help Mu Chen condense enough Blood Beads as quickly as possible, Nine Nether increased the refining speed.

Although Mu Chen had deliberately chosen a relatively secluded spot, many students were still disturbed... The area he affected was simply too vast!

"Why does the Bloodline Power feel thinner?"

"Who's cultivating with Bloodline Power? How did they make such a huge commotion?"

"Could it be Hun Yufeng and those guys?"

Though they were curious, no one went over to investigate. Being disturbed during cultivation was taboo, and there was no need to provoke someone's hostility over a momentary curiosity.

Above the enormous vortex, a woman who looked to be in her twenties floated quietly in the air. Her face was painted deathly pale, with bluish-black eyeshadow and red-black lips that resembled congealed blood. Her gaze was fixed on the vortex below.

Her eyes seemed to pierce through the thick bloodwater, seeing Nine Nether below continuously extracting Bloodline Power essence and condensing Blood Beads, as well as Mu Chen cultivating the Blood Emperor Body Refining Art with Bloodline Power.

A teacher responsible for maintaining order in the Blood Sea received reports from several students and came to investigate.

When he saw the woman standing above the vortex, he bowed slightly and greeted her. "President."

"This isn't an abnormal phenomenon. It's merely a talented student cultivating. You may return," Hun Xiao said softly.

"Yes."

After the teacher left, Hun Xiao took out a braised pork knuckle and began gnawing on it.

As time passed, the vortex gradually shrank. Mu Chen estimated that he had condensed enough Blood Beads and had Nine Nether stop.

He flew upward,