Demon King Blood

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Chapter 38: Demon King Blood

As far as Lin Xinghe knew, fewer than five percent of the outstanding graduates from the Thirteen Immortal Sects ever advanced to become Nascent Soul True Lords.

Yet the advancement rate for their past First Seats reached seventy percent, practically reserving them a ticket to the Nascent Soul realm.

The importance of the Immortal Sect First Seat position spoke for itself.

The Cold Domain Lin Family's reputation as a True Venerable Clan was certainly intimidating, but competition within the clan was fierce and opportunities scarce. In terms of real value, it fell far short of the Immortal Sect First Seat position.

The reason Lin Xinghe could throw his weight around the Spirit Beast Pavilion in Fallen Dragon Prefecture was not his status as a member of a True Venerable Clan, but his privileges as a Nascent Soul True Lord's grandson.

"My name is Lin Xinghe. I'm sixteen, at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, and possess a water-heavenly spiritual root. I'm absolutely confident that I'll reach the tenth layer of Qi Refining in the future, attain the Qi Refining limit, and forge a supreme-grade Dao foundation."

He gazed intently at the Variant Spirit Turtle and said confidently, "Would you be willing to become my companion beast?"

The spirit turtle hatchling paused in its tracks and actually began to examine Lin Xinghe seriously.

None of the cultivators before him had received such treatment.

At the sight, Chen Beiwu could not help breaking into a cold sweat inwardly.

If the other man successfully earned the spirit turtle's approval, he would struggle to find another companion beast with fortune as golden as this one's.

Damn it, is this brat really going to get away with showing off? Guan Ange narrowed his eyes.

Lin Xinghe was not a cultivator from Fallen Dragon Prefecture. If he successfully contracted the spirit turtle hatchling and took it away, wouldn't that imply the prefecture's cultivation clans had no one worthy among them? Guan Ange could not accept that.

"Roar."

Under everyone's gaze, the Variant Spirit Turtle shook its head.

Water-attributed heavenly spiritual roots were nothing unusual in the Cavern Mystery Immortal Sect. Nor was there anything particularly praiseworthy about a supreme-grade Dao foundation forged by a cultivator at the tenth layer of Qi Refining-the Qi Refining limit.

Still, to avoid missing the one destined for it, it had deliberately used its innate spirit bond sense to check.

Although his fate was excellent, it felt no spiritual resonance whatsoever, indicating that their fates were not compatible enough.

It would most likely be unable to use the momentum of his fate to awaken the ancient bloodline within its body, break its shackles, and transform into a Fourth-Tier Mysterious Beast.

Under those circumstances, even if Lin Xinghe were absolutely certain he could surpass the Qi Refining limit, advance to the eleventh layer of Qi Refining, and forge a transcendent-grade Dao foundation, it would not choose to contract with him.

After all, the Cavern Mystery Immortal Sect had no shortage of cultivation geniuses!

If not for the peerless hidden dragon its ancestor had spoken of, it would never have left the Cavern Mystery Immortal Sect and come all the way to remote Fallen Dragon Prefecture to seek its destined partner.

Lin Xinghe took a deep breath, showing no surprise.

In past generations, cultivators who became First Seats of the Thirteen Immortal Sects had, at minimum, been among the finest immortal seedlings in an entire province.

His aptitude ranked among the top three in Fallen Dragon Prefecture, but in Heavenly Derivation Commandery, he would not even make the top hundred, let alone in the higher-level Origin-Opening Province.

The reason Lin Xinghe had asked was that he was gambling on his [dark abyss flood-dragon fate] winning over the Variant Spirit Turtle. Unfortunately, he had still failed.

But that did not matter. To secure this great opportunity, he had prepared other means.

Even a heavenly spiritual root couldn't sway it. It seems the Darkwater Spirit Turtle places immense importance on fate. Chen Beiwu relaxed his fingers, which had turned slightly white from clenching.

Yes, yes, yes! Brother Turtle, you're awesome! Guan Ange fought back a smile.

If everyone failed, that meant no one had failed.

If even Lin Xinghe could not earn the Variant Spirit Turtle's approval, his own failure to subdue it was understandable. Thus, his talent and aptitude were equivalent to those of a scion of a True Venerable Clan.

Lin Xinghe stepped forward, blocking the spirit turtle's path. The storage ring on his finger glimmered, and a jade box appeared in his palm.

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This routine again. A trace of impatience appeared in its eyes.

These second-generation cultivators from remote places really had no self-awareness, thinking a few paltry scraps could win it over.

It was no naive spirit beast that had never seen the world.

If they truly compared wealth, resources, and backing, forget Fallen Dragon Prefecture-even in Heavenly Derivation Commandery, few could match it, a native of the Cavern Mystery Immortal Sect beloved by its ancestor.

Buzz!

As the jade box opened, it revealed a fist-sized red gemstone with what seemed to be blood flowing inside.

An earth-shaking, savage aura erupted with a crash, sweeping across Four Seas Lake and alarming countless spirit beasts, as though the king of all demons had descended.

Enveloped by that terrifying aura, the Qi Refining cultivators present found their breathing constricted and froze where they stood. They could not even circulate their magic power or move their fingers. Only a few second-generation cultivators could barely remain mobile with the help of treasures they carried.

The Variant Spirit Turtle's gaze sharpened as well. The shudder rising from deep within its bloodline made it feel as though it faced a formidable enemy.

Roar!

As the aura gradually gathered, the phantom of an enormous beast suddenly appeared, its shell massive as a mountain and its limbs thick as pillars holding up the heavens. It unleashed a furious roar that shook the surroundings.

Recognizing the phantom beast's appearance, Guan Ange could not help crying out, "A drop of blood takes form, its aura undying-this is the blood of a Fourth-Realm Demon King, an [Azure Waves Mysterious Softshell Turtle]!"

His words shocked everyone present.

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and condensing a trace of an immortal quality made a powerful being a Third-Realm Demon General. Such beings rivaled Golden Core cultivators and could obliterate a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single strike.

But the legendary Fourth-Realm Demon Kings were even more terrifying. Their strength equaled that of human Nascent Soul True Lords, and with a thousand years of cultivation, they could condense immortal blood and an immortal aura. Cultivators called them the kings of all demons.

Even if a being of that level perished, a single drop of its essence blood could retain its immortal spirituality and endure between heaven and earth. It could even use its immortal aura to slay Golden Core cultivators, possess a Third-Realm Demon General to undergo rebirth through nirvana, and perpetuate its bloodline.

Thinking of the power and danger of demon king essence blood, Guan Ange swallowed and instinctively retreated several steps to put some distance between them.

Although demon king blood was a grade inferior to demon king essence blood, it was still not something mortal Qi Refining cultivators could withstand.

As long as the True Lord's restrictions within the jade box remained effective, things would be fine. But if anything went wrong with them and the demon king blood inside recovered its immortal spirituality and ran wild, not a single cultivator present would escape.

Even with a Golden Core magical treasure and third-tier talismans on him, Guan Ange had no confidence that he could escape the demon king blood with his life.

Fortunately, they were in the Spirit Beast Pavilion, where countless powerful members of the Immortal Alliance provided at least a basic guarantee of safety. Otherwise, he would already have dusted off his backside and fled without a trace.

"If you're willing to enter into a companion beast contract with me, this drop of demon king blood is yours," Lin Xinghe said gravely.

At this moment, for the sake of the Cavern Mystery First Seat position, he had brought out his ultimate bargaining chip.

Although the Cold Domain Lin Family was a True Venerable Clan, that did not mean demon king blood was not precious.

Quite the opposite: demon king blood was a rare resource that even Golden Core True Persons coveted intensely. Even the Lin Family's guest elders might not be able to obtain it through an exchange.

But Lin Xinghe was different. He had a Nascent Soul True Lord grandfather standing before him to shoulder most of the pressure, which was how he had managed, with great difficulty, to obtain a single drop.

The Variant Spirit Turtle stared fixedly at the demon king blood, a trace of hesitation flashing through its eyes.

It had to admit that it had underestimated the resolve and backing of the Qi Refining cultivator before it.

Had any other Darkwater Spirit Turtle encountered such a treasure, it would probably have already submitted and acknowledged him as its master.

(End of chapter)