Chapter 003: The Great Blood Sorcerer
Ancient Sorcery - Spirit Gathering
Study literature to understand principles, practice martial arts to strengthen the body, Mother, I will not let you down!
Ancient sorcery is indeed wondrous and profound
Setting aside the power of the Blood Pool itself, the ancient altar beneath the water possesses an unimaginable might. The stronger one is, the greater the resistance and attacks encountered. Fortunately, due to the damage to my meridians and the absence of any spiritual energy within me, I was able to take advantage of this situation and dive down. Who would have thought that a Blood Pool, which even a master of the True Person realm cannot submerge into, would allow an ordinary person who cannot cultivate to pass through without hindrance
For him, these blood beads crafted by his own hands are the best elixirs that money cannot buy
After consuming the blood pearl, he did not manifest any ethereal shadow behind him like the other tribesmen, and thus he was not qualified to enter the library to seek suitable cultivation techniques. However, when one sits in deep concentration during the quiet of the night, they can sense a tingling sensation throughout their body. This is the feeling of meridians being repaired and unblocked, and blood vessels being purified, leading to a gradual strengthening of the body, with an increased appetite compared to usual
Even killing a small rabbit is so difficult; indeed, a scholar is of no practical use at all
Calm and composed, patiently waiting for the wild rabbit to come closer, I suddenly picked up a stone and struck when it was unprepared. Although I had been prepared, my aim was still slightly off. I intended to hit its head, but ended up injuring the little rabbit's hind leg instead. After a long and breathless chase, I finally managed to catch this unfortunate little rabbit.
Chirp!
Under the hazy moonlight, Mu Feng quietly practiced the second ancient sorcery, with a dragon-and-phoenix-like character for 'witch' faintly appearing on his forehead. In the stillness of the deep night, no one noticed that within a radius of one hundred steps from his room, all the insects and birds were terrified and had hidden away, not daring to make a sound
Mu Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, standing beside the little rabbit's corpse, calming his mind and carefully recalling the cultivation methods of the Blood Refinement Technique.
Due to damage to her meridians, Mu Feng has been frail and sickly since childhood, and she has never been able to do heavy work. Even carrying water back home is beyond her strength. In the past, all the water at home was carried by Situ Qing, and upon seeing a large tub full of water, her first reaction was to worry whether Mu Feng had strained her muscles or fallen. Through the window, seeing Mu Feng safe and sound, engrossed in her reading under the lamp, she finally let out a quiet sigh of relief
Blood Refining Technique
Mu Feng came to his senses from the shock, secretly feeling fortunate
Fragrant and moist, it melts in the mouth, transforming into a refreshing stream that seeps into every limb and bone, nourishing the damaged tendons. Closing my eyes, I carefully sense the taste of the blood droplets, which lacks the anticipated metallic flavor; instead, it carries a subtle fragrance. After swallowing, my spirit is invigorated, and all fatigue and thirst vanish without a trace, with a vague sensation that my muscles, bones, and tendons are quietly strengthening.
After a long while, a sudden roar echoed. Unfortunately, the little rabbit in front of me remained completely still; not only did it not condense any blood beads, but not even a single hair fell off!
After Mother fell asleep, Mu Feng gently blew out the oil lamp, set down the "Analects," and sat cross-legged on the floor to begin his cultivation. He formed a mysterious witchcraft seal with his hands, and soon, strands of pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth began to seep into his body, creating an increasingly large energy vortex above the room.
Unintentionally, Mu Feng gained a deeper understanding and insight into the so-called Dao.
Jian Mufeng sat on the ground, motionless for a long time. A wild rabbit approached curiously, cautiously inching closer.
Ancient sorcery, the first level of the Blood Refining Technique—Blood Condensation
In the stillness of the night, after a long day of laboring outside, Situ Qing, who had been sewing and washing clothes for others, finally returned home, utterly exhausted. On the stove, a pot of corn porridge was warming, while a small burner nearby was simmering herbal medicine. Mufeng was still in the side room, reading by lamplight. Picking up a nearby yoke, just as he was about to go out to fetch water, he unexpectedly discovered that the water tank was already full.
The anomalies of the Blood Pool have subsided, yet the rumors surrounding the library have not dissipated for a long time
Taking the blood and energy within the body as the foundation, and using the original soul as the guide, one absorbs the natural spiritual energy that is free in the air.
Some say that the Mu residence is built on a volcanic crater and must be relocated immediately; others claim that this is an omen of impending disaster for the Mu residence, signaling that great chaos is about to ensue, and preparations must be made in advance. There are even those who assert that this calamity is brought about by the two sinners, Mu Feng and her son, and that they must be expelled as soon as possible.
Mu Yuan, have you seen? Your son has finally grown up
Blood of the Ancient Ancestral Shaman
Oh, where exactly is the problem
As it drew closer, clumsy and foolish, Mu Feng suddenly felt a stir in his heart
In the long journey of life, everyone will encounter various opportunities; whether one can seize them depends on oneself
Seize the creation of heaven and earth, refine the essence of blood!
The blood bead swallowed into the body continuously rotates slowly in the dantian. With each complete rotation, a pure force is generated, nourishing the body like a sweet spring and repairing the meridians
According to the unfamiliar memories in my mind, this is a divine ability of an ancient ancestor shaman named Zhu Youxuan. It can condense the blood of enemies, even their corpses, into a blood pearl, thereby acquiring their secrets, powers, and divine abilities, and even controlling their lives and souls. When cultivated to its peak, wherever it passes, the land stretches for thousands of miles in crimson and *map*; with a mere gesture, it can transform the entire world into a sea of blood. The blood pearl that is swallowed is a drop of the ancient ancestor shaman Zhu Youxuan's essence blood. When cultivated to its peak, wherever it passes, the land stretches for thousands of miles in crimson and *map*; with a mere gesture, it can transform the entire world into a sea of blood. The blood pearl that is swallowed is a drop of the ancient ancestor shaman Zhu Youxuan's essence blood
When rumors began to spread in the Mu residence, Mu Feng went to the back mountain under the pretext of gathering herbs, where he quietly practiced alone on the mountain
There is one thing she has been keeping from Mu Feng. His meridians were not damaged due to a serious illness in his childhood, but rather on the night his father was murdered, when he was severely injured by an enemy's strike. Over the years, she has been very happy that Mu Feng has been able to live well.
The blood pool contains immense power; the stronger one is, the more dangerous it becomes upon entering. Even the powerful elders who pass on their teachings do not dare to dive to the bottom to investigate further. Many years ago, a master at the True Person realm from the clan took the risk to dive in, but apart from a few bubbles surfacing, there was no further news, and his entire body turned into a pool of blood.
Hello
Upon seeing the lifeless body of the little rabbit, I initially thought I had failed once again. Just as I was about to try again, a faint fragrance wafted through my nostrils. Squatting down to take a closer look, I discovered a small bead of blood, about the size of a grain of rice, at the wound of the rabbit. I picked it up to examine it and, summoning my courage, swallowed it in one gulp
As the wind caresses, murmuring softly, a profound method of cultivation emerges in the mind during deep meditation and focused contemplation
The unusual activity in the Blood Pool has left the vast Mu residence in a state of anxiety, yet despite thorough investigations, no one can determine the cause of the situation
Hello
With a hoarse voice, Mu Feng shouted once more, vowing not to give up lightly until his goal was achieved
When the heavens close a door, they quietly open a window.
Fortunately, the unusual activity in the blood pool quickly subsided, alleviating the people's anxiety and unrest. Strangely, while there had been occasional disturbances in the past, now there was complete calm, with not a single ripple, leaving people utterly perplexed.
Mu Feng furrowed his brows, meticulously examining every detail, adjusting the little rabbit's corpse, and shouting once more at its wound, yet there was still no response. After trying dozens of times in disbelief, the rabbit's blood was nearly drained, while his own throat felt as if it were about to smoke from the dryness. At this rate, he feared that before mastering the Blood Refining Technique, he would die of thirst, becoming the first great sorcerer in history to perish from practicing his craft due to dehydration
Si Tu Qing turned and left, tears welling in her eyes
Mu Feng was overjoyed to experience the profound mysteries of sorcery, seeing hope in the ability to repair his meridians and cultivate like others. He placed herbs into a bamboo basket and began to focus on hunting and practicing, specifically targeting small animals such as rabbits and squirrels. Gradually, his success rate increased, and the number of condensed blood beads grew correspondingly. He consumed a portion on the spot, while carefully hiding the remainder close to him.