Blood Essence

"I will never forget your kindness!"

"I hope my benefactor can provide his name, for I am willing to offer him a longevity tablet!"

For the herb gatherers, Zhang Xuezhou was fast going up the mountain and fast going down.

They found the lotus flower by its unique scent, thus securing the most important food for the cold winter in the north.

Not to mention that Ma Lang and Niu Xun need these ingredients, Zhang Xuezhou himself also needs them.

After the exchange, both parties had gained something and were even.

"If our benefactor needs some treasures, the chieftain of this wicked tribe possesses a magical Law Treasure with a ghost face. It is said that this treasure was bestowed by the Sacred Land and can communicate with ghosts and gods, possessing incredible power. He also has countless treasures, and his yurt is filled with fine wine and delicacies!"

As they parted, whether it was to repay a debt, to drag Zhang Xuezhou down with him, or to cut off the biggest problem that would lead to further pursuit, Ma Lang, who had a wide range of information, said a lot of tempting words.

This made Zhang Xuezhou smile, and he gestured for the two to quickly mount their horses and leave.

He looked down at the Xie Hun tribe below the mountain, then at the very center of the tribe.

The Nanshan chieftain, who was suppressed by Zhang Xuezhou, lived there. Finding the chieftain of this small tribe would not be difficult.

Small tribes rarely have good things, Zhang Xuezhou had little interest in the treasures bestowed by the Yedie River Holy Land, but he was quite happy to find some ready-made food to eat quickly.

If one could eat meat and drink alcohol, Zhang Xuezhou believed that no one would like to eat the lotus flower.

He can Grain Avoidance and is also good at consuming food, able to eat several times more quickly than the average person.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that being able to replenish his food supply was quite good, as it would be very beneficial for his journey ahead.

The Xiong State adhere to the law of the jungle, and their various inhumane methods are simply their barbaric rules for survival. If someone is stronger than them, they will not dare to retaliate even if they are beaten or killed. Their mindset is different from that of the Great Han people.

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds, then gracefully descended the mountain.

His body swayed in the darkness, and when he landed in the center of the evil tribe, he lifted the sealed curtain and crawled inside.

His luck wasn't too bad this time; at least he didn't encounter any sexual activity. In the dim light of the oil lamp, six men and three women were fast asleep, huddled together on a thick blanket.

These people are burly and robust, clearly the elite of this tribe.

After a cursory inspection, Zhang Xuezhou quickly lifted the curtain and left.

After inspecting three tents, Zhang Xuezhou peered into another tent and indeed smelled a faint aroma of fermenting yeast.

"Still up so late?"

An elderly man sat in the center of the tent.

The other person wore a long crown with three feathers, a heavy leather coat, and was carving on a human skull with a sharp knife.

Upon seeing Zhang Xuezhou come in and greet him, he suddenly stood up, then slowly sat down again, his face contorted in pain.

"His cultivation level is not low!"

Without the Green Wood Staff, Zhang Xuezhou's Realm Technique's intimidation and suppression abilities were unable to suppress those of the same realm, and suppressing cultivators on the verge of the Divine Ability Realm was also quite difficult.

The old man before them was clearly at the Body Transformation Realm, but he was struggling to reach the Divine Ability Realm.

Such a person has cultivated for many years, and his cultivation level has almost reached the limit of the Body Transformation Realm. He is only one step away from being on the same level as Zhang Xuezhou.

Little did he know that Zhang Xuezhou's complaint about being difficult to suppress was so shocking that the old man Xie Hun Dayan, wearing a long crown, was almost speechless with horror. If it weren't for the difference between Zhang Xuezhou's attire and that of the Sacred Land, he would have thought that it was a Venerable One in charge of rewards and punishments from the Sacred Land who had come to kill him.

In just a brief moment, without even putting down the skull in his hand, he was subjected to the suppression of immense power.

There were no incantations or Technique Method; the opponent simply stood there, radiating an overwhelming aura.

In Xie Hun Da Yan's view, only great cultivators at the level of Sacred Land Venerables could easily suppress him based on their cultivation level.

This terrified him, and he used all his strength to struggle for survival. He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with fear and hatred, which inevitably prompted Zhang Xuezhou to complain and exert himself.

"Lie down!"

In reality, Zhang Xuezhou suffered brain damage from his confrontation with Pei Jing, and it's impossible for him to repeat that experience in this world.

However, his ability to suppress opponents at higher realms is somewhat awkward. When he first entered the Divine Ability Realm and faced an old cultivator at the Body Transformation Realm, his advantage in pressure was not absolute.

As Zhang Xuezhou approached, he grabbed the man's dagger and delivered a final blow. Only then did the frantically struggling old man lie on the ground, panting and groaning in pain.

"The Sacred Land will not let you get away with this!"

Xie Hun Dayan muttered under his breath and cursed again.

His fingers slowly withered, revealing a skeletal appearance, and his face turned deathly pale in a short period of time.

"The technique of using withered bones and dead souls is a specialty of the Venerable White Bone. It seems you belong to his lineage!"

The Yedie River Holy Land possesses a wide variety of Incantation Technique techniques, but the one who enjoys using the heads of the dead to curse and kill is the Venerable White Bone.

When the Venerable White Bone casts his spells, he appears calm and collected, but his cultivation is undoubtedly bloody and violent.

The tent contained not only skulls, but also numerous bone clubs and other items, as well as human skin with inscriptions.

After glancing at it a few times, Zhang Xuezhou understood and casually stabbed the old man in the neck, directly interrupting the old man's struggle to unleash the Incantation Technique.

He quickly flipped through the pages and found the ghost-face Law Treasure that Ma Lang had mentioned.

This is a dried-up skull face. The flesh and blood on the skull have all been removed, but the skin is still there, and various inscriptions have been carved on it, making it look terrifying and ferocious.

The ghostly face was writhing with Yin Soul, and a faint gray light swirled and coiled around it.

If someone is cursed by someone skilled in this kind of Law Treasure, there will be no shortage of trouble afterwards.

Zhang Xuezhou gently lifted the ghost-face Law Treasure and threw it onto the old man's head. A sound like ants tearing and gnawing immediately rang out, and in just a short moment, the old man's head was completely devoured, leaving only bare White Bone.

"The White Bone Curse's power is bizarre; breaking it is relatively easy!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't have the Marquis of Sui's Pearl on him at the time. He took some lamp oil, poured it on the ghost mask, and then lit it, causing a cloud of gray smoke to Shengteng.

After a quick treatment, Zhang Xuezhou didn't waste any more time.

He rummaged through the food and found half a cold piece of mutton and half a still-warm beef leg.

Although these ingredients are simply grilled, they are extremely suitable for replenishing energy in cold weather.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the ingredients directly, preparing to move to a more normal setting to eat.

Just as he was about to leave the tent, he noticed a sealed brocade box on the table where the ingredients were placed.

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and touched it, easily breaking the seal that had been used to cast the spell, revealing the contents of the brocade box.

"Blood semen?"

The brocade box contained three rubies, but with careful observation, one could detect the rich Blood Qi emanating from them.

Blood essence is the refined essence of the White Bone Curse. The blood Blood Qi it extracts comes from countless living beings. Consuming blood essence can greatly enhance one's Qi and Blood in a short period of time, and can even temporarily restore one to the strong appearance of a young adult. If used to break through the Qi and Blood realm, it is no less than the Qi and Blood Elixir. It can also be used as a medium for casting spells.

This is the ancient Dao of Alchemy of the Eastern Land, which was burned to ashes during the Emperor Qin Dynasty. Only a few schools survived, such as the Human Pill of the Yin-Yang School.

The reason for burning books was nothing more than that the simplest material to extract Blood Qi was human beings. Evil deeds such as killing people to make blood essence for cultivation had been repeatedly prohibited but never stopped. Only by severing the inheritance could the greed in people's hearts be stopped.

While most blood semen originates from evil sources, blood semen itself is extremely pure.

Although Zhang Xuezhou frowned, he took the brocade box without the slightest hesitation.

"This disciple, Xiehun Dayan, respectfully presents this to Dharma Master Hongye!"

As he closed the brocade box, he couldn't help but see the seal of the small tribe chief's former family.

"Hongye?"

Hongye was not well-known in the Yedie River Holy Land, and was far less outstanding than Hongku, Hongnong, Hongyi and others.

If it weren't for the reputation of being Sacred Land, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Hongye's strength might not even be as good as Xie Hun Dayan's.

"Damn it! Who took the blood essence I offered to Venerable Hongku?!"

Zhang Xuezhou had only been pondering for two or three seconds when a flame rose from the previously broken seal, and a thin, White Bone claw slowly emerged from the flame.

"Respectfully Hongku?"

Zhang Xuezhou hesitated for a moment, thinking that his cheap master was either still being plotted against and smeared, or that he was nearing his end and was looking for a way to prolong his life, so he sought help from the Venerable White Bone through unorthodox means.

He hadn't heard from Hongku in a long time, and he didn't expect that this monk named Hongye would mention him in passing.

"Grandpa is a man of integrity, from Xiashi Mountain in Shouchun City. He wants to use this blood essence to refine elixirs for the King. If you have the guts, come and take it!"

Zhang Xuezhou really didn't have any major enemies in his life.

He pondered this over and over, but could only recall that the hairy quilt of Xiashi Mountain had once shattered his Yang Corporeal Soul.

He responded in a gruff, Sacred Land Language -like voice, mimicking Mao's voice. The White Bone claws swayed back and forth before finally disappearing into the flames.

Clearly, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't distinguish whether Hongku was being slandered or genuinely had a need for blood semen, and Master Hongye couldn't distinguish whether the hair was real or fake.

But this grudge has been formed to some extent.