Fusing with Dragon Blood

Ordinary people's blood cannot mix with dragon blood. Even for those with extraordinary talent, absorbing the power of dragon blood is a long and extremely difficult process.

This explains why, despite so many people experiencing the "Curse" over the years in the Hidden Nether Realm, not a single one has successfully fused with the dragon's blood.

Jiang Zhuoxue had no idea that this man named Wuming could absorb the power of the dragon's blood through his own perseverance.

Even if she only absorbed a small portion, it was enough to surprise Jiang Zhuoxue.

The other two were a little confused by what she said, but Jiang Zhuoxue was in a good mood, so she simply explained it to them.

After learning that this "Curse" was not actually Curse, but rather a recognition of strength, Duan Hanyi and the child couldn't help but sigh.

Duan Hanyi, in particular, glanced at the two still trapped in the ice. If they knew that this Curse was actually a kind of divine fortuitous opportunity, would they feel sorrow?

However, Duan Hanyi quickly lost focus on other matters because Jiang Zhuoxue continued, "He has already begun to fuse with the dragon blood, but the process is extremely slow. It might take a year, or perhaps ten years, or even a lifetime. Moreover, if even the slightest mistake occurs during this fusion process, he will lose his life."

"Fortunately, the fusion is only a little bit complete now. I can help him remove the dragon blood, so he won't suffer the Curse. But at the same time, he will lose the powerful strength that the dragon blood brings. I can also help him speed up the fusion with the dragon blood, but as I said, this process is very dangerous, and speeding up the process will only make it more dangerous for him. So, should he remove the dragon blood and give up this fortuitous opportunity, or choose to take the risk for power? You help him choose one."

Jiang Zhuoxue admired Wuming to some extent, after all, he was able to endure the pain and absorb his power, which not only showed his extraordinary perseverance but also his special physique.

If given the chance, he would like to recruit Wuming into his ranks and make him his subordinate. After all, he had already taken both of his clones back into his body, and now he really didn't have anyone working for him.

After thinking for a moment, the child finally decided to remove the dragon's blood.

Hearing his choice, Jiang Zhuoxue asked with interest, "Why did you choose this? You know, if your uncle could fuse with dragon blood, his power could immediately change your lives."

Just by looking at where this uncle and nephew live now, you can tell that their lives are definitely not easy. But in the Cultivation World, where strength is paramount, as long as Wuming possesses great power, improving his and his nephew's lives would be far too easy.

Hearing this, the child continued to shake his head, "I don't think my life is bad right now. I just want to be able to stay with my uncle peacefully."

More than wanting a better life, he hoped his uncle could survive.

Hearing his words, Jiang Zhuoxue nodded in agreement. "Then I will grant your wish."

As he spoke, he reached out to the man on the bed, but as soon as Jiang Zhuoxue's hand was outstretched, her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

"I beg my benefactor to help me fuse with the dragon's blood! I will be your benefactor... even if it means my death!" Wuming had regained consciousness at some point and could still hear the conversation of the crowd.

He was probably still enduring the pain, his face flushed red. He was struggling to speak, uttering each word with difficulty, but even so, he chose the path that was more dangerous for him.

"Please, benefactor, help me!" The Wuming's voice grew increasingly agitated.

The child, overwhelmed with panic, burst into tears. He took two steps forward, grabbing his uncle's clothes, sobbing uncontrollably, "Uncle, what are you doing? Fusion with dragon blood can be fatal if you're not careful. Let's remove the dragon blood, please, let's not take this power. Without the Curse, you won't be in pain, and you'll be better off."

But Wuming refused to look at his nephew's red, swollen eyes. He just stared at Jiang Zhuoxue with bloodshot eyes, persistently pleading, "Benefactor!"

"Fine, fine." Jiang Zhuoxue finally relented. "Foolish child, I promise you."

Only after receiving Jiang Zhuoxue's affirmative reply did Wuming suddenly relax a little.

He composed himself, took a breath to suppress a cry of pain, and said to his nephew, "Min'er, don't cry yet, listen to your uncle. I haven't accomplished anything great in my life. I made many mistakes when I was young, which led to the deaths of a family. I still regret it deeply to this day."

He was probably in too much pain, so he paused. "My greatest dream in life is to become strong and avenge the injustices and humiliations we suffered. Now, I've finally got my chance. I can't give up, you understand? I can't give up."

The child named Min'er had stopped crying; he knew he couldn't persuade his uncle no matter what.

Wuming that he had gradually calmed down, Wuming continued, "Go home later and don't come looking for me again. If I'm lucky enough to get through this and resolve our past grievances, I'll come looking for you. If you wait three days and I don't come, then forget me and change your surname to Chen from now on."

Wuming had previously entrusted his nephew to the Chen Household, but the Chen family was kind and even allowed his nephew to meet with them.

Min'er still wanted to refuse; how could he have forgotten his uncle?

But seeing the pleading look in his uncle's eyes, Min'er agreed. Soon, Duan Hanyi half-dragged and half-coaxed him out of the house and took him to the Chen Household.

The room fell silent again after the child's crying stopped, and the two mud figures standing in the corner regained some consciousness, taking in everything that had happened inside.

Their gazes toward Jiang Zhuoxue were filled with suspicion and awe. Knowing what was about to happen, they also developed a strange feeling toward Wuming.

What if the fusion of dragon blood is true? What if the man in black before them can truly fuse with dragon blood and help them break free from the Curse?

The two, who had suffered for years, felt that it was all fake, yet they couldn't help but want to believe it.

However, they didn't dwell on it for long, because Jiang Zhuoxue finally made her move against Wuming.

Neither of them knew how long Wuming had screamed, nor how long the red markings on his body had writhed. But when everything calmed down, they could clearly see Wuming, his body drenched in sweat, and his fair skin through the layer of ice.

The red marks are gone, really gone!

So this is not Curse at all, but fortuitous opportunity bestowed by heaven, with both advantages and disadvantages!

Never in their lives had they been more clear-headed than they were now. They finally realized just how deeply they had been deceived, and how they had almost risked their lives to pave a path to success for someone else!

Sang Ying and the others were unaware of the thoughts of these two mud-men. They only saw that Wuming, who had finally fused with the dragon's blood and instantly become full of energy, rest for a short while before speaking to them with eyes full of resentment:

"Thank you both for your help. I am willing to repay your kindness with my life. But before that, please wait for me to avenge my family!"

A note from the author:

That's all for today.

See you tomorrow!