The Sky is Like Blood

The emerald bead curtain on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower swayed without wind. A mysterious woman leaned against the jade railing, a recording stone in her hand displaying the scene of Lu Chen slaying Wutu.

The leader of the Shadow Guard knelt on the ground. Hearing her faint laughter, he heard her say, "This card, the Son of Heavenly Dao from Tianyu Academy, has been torn to shreds!"

Lu Chen's commotion had exposed all the evil deeds of the Son of Heavenly Dao. How could he still have any dignity?

"It's a pity he didn't kill more!"

The leader of the Shadow Guard's mouth twitched.

This is still not enough?

Since Lu Chen arrived in Yanjing, how many Golden Core experts from Tianyu Academy had he killed?

He should be satisfied!

Tianyu Academy.

The Purple Robe Elder stared at the shattered soul lanterns and hoarsely questioned the kneeling scout:

"Ten Golden Core elites, not even a wisp of their residual souls escaped?"

Lu Ran, dressed in white, appeared and sat opposite him. The image of Wutu before his death flickered before him:

"This mysterious furnace is no simple thing. The bloodline is mine, and this is also mine. Heh heh..."

When I was in the Lu Family, I could strip Lu Chen of his bloodline. When I reach Tianyu Academy, I can deal with him however I want.

The higher he jumps now, the more miserably he will die in the future.

As for not going out to fight, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

The stripped bloodline wasn't that easy to fuse. Once it went out of control, it would lead to eternal damnation.

He would completely refine it and awaken his first Spiritual Power before the New Year's Martial Arts Competition.

At that time, he would stand on the world stage with invincible might and crush Lu Chen under his feet, avenging his loved ones.

In truth, his heart was also in great torment.

He wished he could tear Lu Chen apart alive.

But now was truly not the time.

With ten consecutive kills, no one below the fifth level of Golden Core dared to step forward.

Some were in awe, some were envious, and more were jealous.

If he's this terrifying after having his bloodline stripped, how powerful would he be without it?

Lu Chen stood on the spot, his blade energy piercing the twilight.

The Asura Furnace hovered above his head, its dark light like an abyss, casting the gates of Tianyu Academy in a flickering, dim light.

He flicked his finger, brushing off the last specks of dust from his shoulder. As he looked up, an Asura phantom appeared behind him, roaring like thunder, exuding immense ferocity.

"I thought I'd be fighting for three days, but you've already given up in less than a day. Tianyu Academy, heh heh, all name and no substance!"

Lu Chen's aura grew stronger and stronger. At a certain moment, it rose another notch.

Startled, everyone involuntarily took two steps back.

A new Undying Blood Mark condensed on the surface of the white sphere in his sea of qi furnace.

Lu Chen stood there for more than two days, only leaving freely after three days had passed.

The laughter he let out was incredibly grating to the disciples of Tianyu Academy.

Although Lu Ran maintained his usual calm expression, the hatred in the depths of his eyes grew even more intense.

He also became more wary of Lu Chen.

The scenes of him being suppressed by Lu Chen in the Lu Family replayed in his mind.

The voice of "coward" echoed in his ears.

At some point, his eyes had turned blood red.

If not for the Purple Robe Elder's sudden sharp reprimand, he might have gone into qi deviation.

Lu Chen had taken such a great risk to come here precisely for this.

To awaken Lu Ran's memories of being trampled under his feet, preferably to create a heart demon.

Clearly, as the incident continued to escalate, he had succeeded.

However, he had also brought himself into great danger.

As soon as Lu Chen left, the Talent Academy dispatched assassins from its dark department.

Led by a Nascent Soul level expert, they were to launch an assassination operation against Lu Chen.

Unfortunately, Lu Chen seemed to have vanished into thin air afterward.

The departing Lu Chen returned to Tianyan Academy, bid farewell to the Old Ancestor, Xiong Yao, and Fang Jiuding, and activated a teleportation talisman to head to the Blood Fiend Battlefield.

He didn't act immediately, but instead found a cave and went into seclusion.

The Eighth Level of Qi Surge Realm is about condensing the Undying Blood Mark. As long as there's enough energy, quickly condensing it isn't a problem.

Five days later, the cave let out a massive roar, like an unparalleled ferocious beast awakening.

This startled the nearby monsters into scattering and fleeing.

He broke through, reaching the Ninth Level of Qi Surge Realm.

One more step and he could enter the third major realm for Martial Dao Cultivators, the True Martial Realm.

Lu Chen walked out of the cave, looking at the blood-red sky. The setting sun was about to fall, casting a blinding red glow over the entire wasteland.

"This is the ancient Blood Fiend Battlefield!"

Lu Chen's eyes flickered slightly, a look of anticipation on his face.

Before coming, Old Ancestor Tianyan had explained the Blood Fiend Battlefield to him in detail.

There were treasures here that could restore his bloodline.

This was also the main reason he was sent here.

Once his bloodline was restored, he would have more confidence in dealing with Lu Ran.

However, one thing puzzled Lu Chen: the abilities Lu Ran, that scoundrel, gained by plundering his bloodline seemed somewhat different from the bloodline itself.

Could it have truly mutated?

He stepped on a half-charred shin bone, his boot making a grating crunch.

On the distant horizon, several skeletons remained in the poses of their final struggle, their rusty swords and sabers thrust into their ribcages.

He flicked his finger, sending out a Gale Force that shattered the approaching carrion crow into a mist of blood.

He walked while familiarizing himself with this area.

Although Old Ancestor Tianyan had briefly explained it, he couldn't be sure of his exact location right now.

"Hmm?"

Faint roars echoed from the distance, carrying a stench of blood as the wind brushed past his ear. He caught the crisp sound of metal clashing.

Following the sound, he passed two low hills made of piled-up bones, and the sight before him surprised him slightly.

Five rogue cultivators had formed a defensive circle against a rock face. The burly man leading them was wielding a massive bronze axe, cleaving the three approaching Blood Fiend Demons, their black blood splashing everywhere.

These demonic creatures resembled peeled giant apes, with barbs growing from their joints and a vertical pupil on their foreheads glowing with an eerie red light.

"The formation can't hold much longer!" a female cultivator on the left cried out in alarm. The formation disk in her hand had already developed spiderweb-like cracks.

As soon as she spoke, a Blood Fiend Demon leaped forward, its claws tearing through her protective spiritual light. It was about to pierce her throat.

"Clang!"

The Soul Severing Saber arrived from a hundred yards away, its blade light exploding like lightning, pinning the demon to the rock face.

Amidst the humming vibration of the saber, Lu Chen entered the fray using his Wind and Thunder Steps. Three clones, carrying the Asura Furnace, formed a triangle, and his Qi and Blood Domain pressed down with full force.

The Blood Fiend Demons' movements suddenly slowed. The burly man seized the opportunity and roared, "Full power!"

His giant axe swept out like a wheel, and combined with Lu Chen's saber energy, the remaining demons were instantly shredded into minced meat.

The black blood ignited upon contact with the ground, releasing a foul-smelling green smoke.

"Thank you, fellow daoist..."

The female cultivator's words cut off.

She stared at the Asura Furnace Lu Chen revealed as he sheathed his saber, then suddenly grabbed her companion's sleeve and took half a step back.

The burly man, however, was hearty. He cupped his fist and said, "I am Tie Yan, a rogue cultivator from Cangwu City. Your method of refining demons with the Asura Furnace... it's very similar to the legends of..."

"Lu Chen of Tianyan Academy," he replied frankly, the Asura Furnace sweeping up the scattered demon corpses. "Do any of you know where I can find Blood Jade?"

Tie Yan's pupils contracted, and he quickly said, "In the core area, I heard there's a Blood Pond. You might have a chance to obtain it there, but the risk is extremely high..."

He lowered his voice, "People from the Blood Spirit Sect are stationed there, guarding it very strictly. It's best to go as a group."

Rustling sounds suddenly came from the shadow of the rock face.

Before Lu Chen's bone blade moved, his saber energy had already condensed into an invisible sharp blade, slashing towards the source of the sound.

Where the gravel flew, only half a wriggling blood vine remained.

Embedded in the severed end of the vine was a blood-red eyeball.

"It's a scout from a Blood Puppet!" the female cultivator's face turned ashen. "The Blood Owl must have sensed us..."

Tie Yan abruptly crushed a teleportation talisman, and a green light enveloped them. "Let's go!"

He turned to Lu Chen, "If you're heading to the core area, fellow daoist, be careful. Three days ago, a group of Golden Core cultivators were refined into Blood Puppets there, without even a chance to resist."

Lu Chen nodded. Watching them disappear in the teleportation formation, he bent down and picked up the blood vine.

The vine turned to dust in his palm. The residual resentment surged into his spiritual sense, vaguely projecting a terrifying scene.