The More Complicated, the Simpler

"All it takes to get a shipment is a little blood? Is it really that simple?"

"Complex things are often simple. Xuanming has been playing with fortune-telling for so many years, how could he not understand this? It's just that it seemed too simple to explain, and he was too embarrassed to ask for the Qi Luck Bead from the sacrifice, so he sold me out. But what was that thing you had this little Luo recite? I feel like there's something mysterious about it."

This is the recovery period for Grean's body as the spider's body is repeatedly extracted.

If there is no need to condense the Qi Luck Bead, the ritual for Grien does not require waiting for forty-nine days.

In just ten days, Grien conducted two sacrificial rites.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't exploit him too much. He carefully examined Grean's physical condition and luck. The other party was very strong and his luck was very solid. Apart from not having used the technique to transform into human form, Grean's conditions were excellent.

The most crucial point is that Grien has a continuous regenerative ability, allowing him to be harvested like leeks, one crop after another.

Zhang Xuezhou's physical abilities are extremely high, and he needs to accumulate some time to receive the beneficial effects. Luo Burang has no great need to recite the "Grave Sutra" while being involved in the process.

The third round of sacrifices was held in the old place. Huang Daoxian was so envious of Zhang Xuezhou's situation that he felt like his heart was bleeding. He felt that he had never encountered such a powerful emperor with such high popular support before. The key was that the other party was also stupid and could cooperate with Zhang Xuezhou in a daze.

Huang Daoxian was more interested in the "Tomb Classic".

He was so familiar with the art of manipulation that he could tell the outcome just by smelling it.

Summoning their spiritual strength, they questioned Zhang Xuezhou, who was presiding over the sacrificial ceremony. Zhang Xuezhou, however, sighed somewhat, finding the method of bestowing blessings too simplistic.

"This is called the Grave Sutra, a method to seek the protection of your deceased ancestors!"

He responded with a lazy whisper, which caused Huang Daoxian's face to change.

"Ask my deceased ancestors? They couldn't protect me when they were alive, how could they protect me after they're dead? What kind of outrageous method is this? It's utterly absurd!"

Whenever Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that the method involved some kind of strange and powerful force from heaven and earth, Huang Daoxian felt that the method would be very effective and reliable.

He does have ancestors, but his ancestors themselves could hardly protect him, let alone protect him after they die.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Xuezhou didn't seem to be lying, and that Huang Daoxian didn't want to befriend him in order to change his bad luck, he would have spat on the ground.

"Yellow Dog, tell me more about that Principle power," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"You used to respect me and call me Huang Daoxian, then you politely called me Huang Dao, and now you call me Huang Gou (Yellow Dog)," Huang Daoxian sighed.

"Just tell me if you want to transform your physical body into a human form and then condense the resistance layer of a ferocious beast?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Of course I want to! I'd be crazy to want to be a yellow dog!"

Huang Daoxian cursed and complained, mentioning with a resentful look that the creature he possessed, Ajuroman, was the world's most powerful plant-manipulating being, whose seeds could spread throughout the world, thus creating the only true god of the plant kingdom.

If he had any means to transform into a human, he wouldn't have struggled for over a hundred years, only to end up having his original form killed.

The physical transformation technique that Zhang Xuezhou mentioned is completely different from Huang Daoxian's ability to manifest by possessing other people; he genuinely wants it.

However, Huang Daoxian was also well aware of his limited value. Once he had finished explaining what he knew, there was nothing he could do about Zhang Xuezhou turning around and leaving.

Despite rambling on and on, and constantly changing the subject, Huang Daoxian managed to keep a completely silent mouth.

"Brother, if I say it like this, the Seventh Sequence is guaranteed, right?"

After reciting the tomb scriptures three times, Zhang Manqian stopped talking as instructed. She glanced at the hyena with its head raised, and then quickly turned to Zhang Xuezhou.

"The Seventh Sequence has remained very stable!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, indicating that Zhang Manqian did not need to worry about the Seventh Sequence.

Having cleared the path, the Seventh Sequence will no longer be the ceiling of combat power for the Alliance States' top brass. He had Zhang Manqian endure the sacrifice more to find an opportunity to gain control and thus step into the higher sequence level.

Even the most flexible limbs are limited by physical collisions and have inherent physical limitations.

If the physical body cannot be infinitely enhanced, it means that methods such as melee combat and hand-to-hand fighting will become limited and eventually become difficult to adapt to the requirements of the sequence.

Zhang Manqian has difficulty mastering the physical body technique, Zhang Xuezhou clearly hopes that Zhang Manqian will develop in the direction of the three leaps of control, domain, and Principle.

He inquired about Huang Daoxian for a while, but in the end, he had no choice but to give up.

"Things went very smoothly, we'll be heading back home soon!"

After a brief wrap-up, he also checked on Grian, who was serving as a sacrifice in the center of the array, and instructed him to take good care of his health and go to Western Capital City in half a month to receive the technology guidance sequence.

"Professor Zhang, I really don't know how to thank you enough, sob~"

Grian glanced at his wrist, from which four hundred milliliters of blood had been drained, and felt that Zhang Xuezhou had asked for far too little. Although he didn't know exactly what rare bloodline he possessed, Grian felt that the price he had paid was frighteningly low.

As long as one can be pushed into the Seventh Sequence, let alone 400 milliliters, even if two liters of blood are drawn at once, the queue of Sequence Holder could stretch for two miles.

For Grian and others, the Seventh Sequence meant immortality.

He held Zhang Xuezhou with a look of anticipation on his face, nodding repeatedly, showing no fear or sorrow of being a sacrifice; he appeared extremely excited.

"A mouse paying New Year's greetings to a cat—the world has changed!"

Huang Daoxian barked twice, feeling completely out of touch with the times.

"Are you going to take that spider leg with you?"

When Zhang Xuezhou started to leave, Huang Daoxian couldn't help but follow behind and ask him a question.

"I can't find anything on that leg. I'll leave it for Badun to play with; he should know what to do!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

In his and Luo Burang's plan, the human-faced spider would be drained once an hour, and three days would be enough to drain it seventy-two times.

However, in actual use, this ideal number of times was far from being achieved. They only managed to harvest materials from the ferocious beasts twenty-two times before having to stop due to the human-faced spider's inability to recover.

The spider-faced creature appears to be immune to damage and regenerates its body in ten seconds, but that's its limit.

The loss of spinal cord, flesh, and other tissues throughout the body is indeed different from ordinary injuries. If the body cannot lock in its own fluids and continuously produce damage, even the strongest recovery ability cannot withstand such torment.

"Badun, that dwarf from the Celestial Craftsmen? Why isn't he the Grand Council Speaker anymore? Where is he? Is he dead? What is he doing now...?"

Huang Daoxian is destined to have some unsolvable problems.

He thought of Badun, a rival he had once looked up to, and then looked at his own disheveled state, and ultimately decided not to press the matter further.

As Huang Daoxian shamelessly followed the returning Airbus aboard, he straightened up and looked north.

Whether he could change his fate through this risky gamble, he could only hope that his trip to Western Capital would be the key.

If he cannot achieve his goal, he will have to completely change the course he has set in the past in order to seek coexistence and the opportunity to explore the world again in the future.