Carefully pushing open the door.
In fact, even if he kicked the door open, Liang Yu wouldn’t wake up. Given his current condition, he’s unlikely to recover his senses before nightfall, and the spasms in his body will only then subside.
Rubbing his sore neck, he had been pondering about his bodily issues while indoors.
"Should I refine this thing or not?"
"The power of Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, it might sound exaggerated, but if I can temper my body by following half of the Body Cultivation path, after the Divine Thunder enters my body, it might truly be as dramatic as being on steroids, yet without any side effects..."
"It sounds incredibly tempting, but here lies the moral hurdle. Tsk, my senior sister wouldn’t care, it’s just if soone finds out later, even if awkward..."
"Adaptive moral baseline actually has a day where it doesn’t fit the environnt."
Muttering under his breath, his expression was full of conflict.
Regarding his future path, he actually had plans, but plans are inherently too conservative. One of life’s greatest joys is the uncontrollable risks and the imnse fortunes that unexpectedly crash on you.
Now, fortune has indeed co crashing down on him.
There’s now another road laid out in front of him, one that fits his personality very well, or perhaps one that reveals his true nature.
And that is to beco an Evil Cultivator.
No, it’s to refine flesh and blood.
Perhaps it sounds exaggerated to put it that way, but Xuan Xiaozi injecting his Essence Blood into Jiang Feng’s body initially aid for possession, lding his Divine Soul with his own flesh and Jiang Feng’s, inseparable, sharing mories - the plan was indeed well-conceived.
The only variable was a serpent within a certain soone’s body.
Now that Xuan Xiaozi’s Divine Soul has dispersed, completely devoured by the serpent, it has beco the most delicious dish for the last wisp of lingering soul to date, while the vast blood and flesh essence Xuan Xiaozi had refined over countless years beca unclaid.
The fusion of the two ans it would take years to refine them out if he wants to discard these flesh and blood, not to ntion the effort-in-vain aspect requiring significant ti and energy to process these foreign entities.
So here cos the question.
If you were in his place, how would you choose?
Two paths lie before Jiang Feng: one is to turn a deaf ear, act as if these flesh and blood don’t exist, neither using nor refining them, as if nothing happened.
The other is to honestly refine these integrated refined flesh and blood for personal use. He can feel that the essence of these flesh and blood is frighteningly high; without doing anything or refining them, his constitution has already enhanced a notch.
Grabbing Liang Yu’s Thunder Sword with one hand, except for so numbness, there was no issue. It’s imaginable how much his power could enhance after fully refining Xuan Xiaozi’s flesh and blood; it would be a lie not to be tempted, and the key issue is!
Mr. Jiang actually has an understanding of the Blood Refining Skill, yes, he does know it.
Does anyone rember the Qiankun Bag confiscated from the Black and White Shuang Sha back then?
That was a Qiankun Bag Jiang Feng couldn’t open back then, still at the Body Tempering Stage when he was targeted by those two, being lured away from ho through the Soul Summoning Bell, ending in a battle in the wilderness, where he relied on Swordsmanship learned from his senior sister and rainstorm chaos to defeat them.
Although these two were of low realm, they were indeed Jiang Feng’s first contact with Evil Cultivators, including the Soul Summoning Bell and Soul Summoning Banner that accompanied him for years, which were seized from these brothers. Their opportunities and magic treasures were derived from an Evil Cultivator’s corpse.
Back then, his realm was low, and he couldn’t see the trick, but now he understands most of it – that Evil Cultivator’s realm was roughly equal to his own, around Core Formation, not very competent, but the evil technique he mastered was quite authentic.
Uh, an authentic evil technique certainly implies being murderous and heinous.
The magic treasures and cultivation techniques weren’t high-grade, but as soone now increasingly possessing Lost Souls, and with the blood aura becoming more intense, the grades of the Soul Summoning Banner and Soul Bell have been gradually increasing, especially after the death of the Golden Monk. The spirits in the Demon-locking Tower were all released, with all resentnt and Lost Souls flooding into these two magic treasures.
Currently, he can’t determine their grade and tends to minimize their use, but conservatively estimates their strength is above the Xuan Grade. Moreover, in that Qiankun Bag he captured back then, aside from a pile of materials for crafting Soul Summoning Banners...
There were two cultivation techniques inside. One is called the Grand Soul Sacrifice Technique, the other the Blood Refining Technique.
"Blood refining, blood refining, the na doesn’t sound too pleasant after all. My senior sister naturally wouldn’t bla ; in her words, as long as I don’t use living people for this stuff, even if I pick corpses off the roadside to eat or moonlight as Hannibal, she wouldn’t mind."
What Jiang Feng ant by unpleasant wasn’t the sound, but the negative impact if the matter were discovered by others. He can ignore pride, shalessly continue mixing, but Swordmaster Peak cannot, as it would greatly impact its reputation.
Even if the probability is zero.
Frankly, he’s currently sowhat unable to surpass his psychological barrier because from childhood, his education, including from his senior sister, was to regard Evil Cultivators as a thorn in the side.
As he walked into the courtyard, Jiang Feng wasn’t aware that a pair of eyes were watching him from afar, and that mysterious figure was steadily approaching him.
Expression still contemplative, recently, besides watching others compete or quarreling, he mostly hid in the rear mountains to study the abnormal conditions erging in his body.
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