Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Sikong One, Sikong Two, and close to 100 disciples of the Occult Realm Sect gathered in a yard inside the mansion. The battle outside didn’t really affect them.
The various disciples had all seen Zhang Ruochen’s might. He’d destroyed the saint weapons of the three Blood Dragon Hall elders by himself.
Now, Zhang Ruochen appeared before them and attracted many reverent gazes. In the Kunlun’s Field, any strong cultivator would be respected and worshipped wherever they went, let alone Zhang Ruochen who’d saved their lives before.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes shone faintly with saintly light as he scanned them. He discovered that the disciples of the Occult Realm Sect were all attractive youths with so talent. They weren’t top-tier, but they were still above average.
So of them even had quite big potential. If they were trained carefully, they may accomplish great things. If Zhang Ruochen could win them over and train them, they could form his own sect.
Zhang Ruochen stood before them and said straightforwardly, “The Blood Dragon Hall will probably be destroyed tonight. From now on, you will recover your freedom and no longer be in danger.”
Hearing this, the disciples were all extrely excited. They cried tears of joy. They’d gone through huge rises and falls in one day. So of the younger disciples couldn’t control their emotions. They lowered onto one knee and bowed to Zhang Ruochen.
“Senior, thank you for avenging the Occult Realm Sect. We will never forget your kindness.”
“The infamous Blood Dragon Hall has finally received what they deserved.”
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Zhang Ruochen looked young, but these disciples still believed that he must be an elderly Half-Saint. He’d just slowed down his aging and maintained his youthful features due to his advanced cultivation. This was why they called him “senior.”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t correct them. He continued, “Now, you all have two choices. First, you can leave the Black Market now and step onto a new road of cultivation. Second, you can choose to follow and cultivate with . I can provide a cultivation paradise for you all with inexhaustible resources and the most advanced techniques. Every once in a while, Half-Saints and Saints will co give lessons. I am confident that each of you will beco a dominating figure within three months.”
As the Divine Sky-connecting Tree grew, the scroll world also expanded. Spiritual ridians were born, divine dicine grew, and it beca a true cultivation haven.
This was why Zhang Ruochen wanted to make the scroll world livelier. At the sa ti, he could use this to create his own force.
Zhang Ruochen’s conditions were quite tempting for the disciples of the Occult Realm Sect. After all, they couldn’t learn top techniques and skills before. They rarely had chances to be taught by Half-Saints as well.
The Occult Realm Sect had been wiped out, so they’d beco holess independent Monks. Their future path of cultivation would be even more difficult. If a Half-Saint senior was willing to take them in, it was a great ending for them.
One pretty disciple asked, “Excuse , what is your sect called?”
The other disciples had already decided inwardly to cultivate with Zhang Ruochen. However, they were still curious as to what kind of sect they were joining.
Zhang Ruochen paused for a mont. Then he said, “Sacred Sect.”
Today, Zhang Ruochen took the step he’d wanted to take for a long ti. He’d established his own sect.
Of course, the Sacred Sect currently only gathered a group of youths with so potential. It was far from the glorious Sacred Central of the past.
For the next three years, the first generation of the Sacred Sect would cultivate inside the scroll world. It was only three years in the outside world, but it would be 30 years inside the scroll world.
With the resources within the scroll world, they could mature fully in 30 years and beco top figures.
Of course, the Sacred Sect still lacked core figures. Zhang Ruochen was one and Han Qiu, about to enter the Half-Saint Realm, could manage to be one as well.
There were also the savage beasts Blackie, Elephant-swallowing Rabbit, and the Demon Ape. As for Ghost King Bloodmoon, she still hadn’t completely submitted to Zhang Ruochen, so she didn’t count yet.
Murong Yue was quite loyal to Zhang Ruochen, but she was the most useful if she stayed in the Black Market Excellence Hall. Thus, Zhang Ruochen wanted to wait for a better ti to invite Murong Yue into the Sacred Sect.
With the Sacred Sect’s current abilities, it was already comparable to so of the weaker saint families. It only lacked in accumulation.
In the current stage, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t in a hurry to develop the Sacred Sect. His biggest shortcoming was that his cultivation wasn’t high enough.
The most important thing now was to raise his cultivation.
Zhang Ruochen went to the scroll world. He took out a drop of divine blood and started refining it. He was racing against ti to improve himself.
By the ti Murong Yue returned, Zhang Ruochen had already refined two drops of divine blood and improved a bit.
“How was it?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Murong Yue took out two tallic boxes. She placed them before Zhang Ruochen and opened them, revealing two bloody heads. They were the Lord of the Blood Dragon Hall and the Blood Dragon Prince.
“No Monk of the Blood Dragon Hall survived. All of them were killed. Even Blood Dragon Ridge sank into the earth. No trace was left behind.” Murong Yue spoke nonchalantly as she wiped the blood on her hands.
Zhang Ruochen walked to the Blood Dragon Prince’s head. He stared at it for a mont and activated the Traceless 36 Changes.
Crack.
His body, facial features, and temperant all underwent shocking changes in the blink of an eye. He quickly beca identical to the Blood Dragon Prince without any flaws.
Murong Yue’s eyes filled with shock. “Lord, your transformation skills are practically perfect. If the Blood Dragon Prince’s father is still alive, he probably won’t be able to tell the difference, let alone Discipline King Haiming.”
But then Murong Yue’s tone changed. “You can change your body, facial features, and temperant, but it’s very hard to change the technique that you cultivate. That is a bit troubleso.”
“What technique did the Blood Dragon Prince cultivate?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“A superior-class Ghost Level technique,” Murong Yue said. “It’s also the foundation technique of the Blood Dragon Hall, called the Blood Dragon Scripture.”
Zhang Ruochen rembered it. When the Blood Dragon Prince had attacked, a blood dragon’s soul had indeed burst out of him, greatly increasing his power.
“Did you find the Blood Dragon Scripture?” he asked.
Murong Yue nodded. She took out a palm-sized blood-red scale from her spatial bracelet and gave it to Zhang Ruochen.
He accepted it. The scale was as smooth as a mirror. He could see his reflection in it. Pure Dragon Qi emanated from the scale. It had possibly fallen off of a blood dragon in the Saint Realm.
Whoosh!
Zhang Ruochen added Holy Qi into the scale. Dense and tiny words imdiately appeared on the scale. It was the ten levels of techniques from the Blood Dragon Scripture.
After reading it for two hours, Zhang Ruochen morized all the content and comprehended seven levels of the true aning.
Zhang Ruochen put the scale away and smiled. “As expected of a superior-class Ghost Level technique, there are many places to learn from.”
Seeing how relaxed he was, Murong Yue asked, “Lord, do you already have a solution?”
Zhang Ruochen nodded. “The essence of the Blood Dragon Scripture is to refine a dragon soul into your body and ld it with your blood. Your blood feeds the dragon soul while the soul strengthens your own body.”
“Coincidentally, I received a powerful dragon soul recently. I’d prepared to refine it and cultivate the tenth palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm. As long as I have a dragon soul within , I can easily pretend to have cultivated the Blood Dragon Scripture. I can fool everyone.”
In order to arrive at the Blood God Sect as soon as possible, Zhang Ruochen left the Yuan Mansion that sa day alone. He headed for the Zhouwan Divine Land.
Murong Yue didn’t go with him. Instead, she stayed in the Yuan Mansion for now to continue weeding out the Blood Dragon Hall. She had to kill every hidden danger.
Before leaving, Zhang Ruochen had Sikong One and Sikong Two stay with Murong Yue for now. He would reunite with them at the Zhouwan Divine Land. He also told Murong Yue to help find Ling Feiyu and notify him as soon as there was news.
After arranging everything, Zhang Ruochen transford into the Blood Dragon Prince. He climbed onto Blackie’s back and left Yuan Mansion.
Blackie unfurled its black wings and flew thousands of feet up in the clouds with extre speed.
“With your speed, we should be able to reach the Zhouwan Divine Land in eight days,” Zhang Ruochen calculated. “Eight days is enough for to refine the dragon soul.”
Blackie was about to cry. “There are at least two million miles from the Yuan Mansion to the Zhouwan Divine Land. A regular martial artist wouldn’t be able to cross that distance in their entire lives. I can only reach it in eight days if I hurry without stopping.”
“Yes,” Zhang Ruochen said. “Hurry without stopping.”
Zhang Ruochen had a feeling that the Saint Lady had fallen into the Bottomless Abyss, but she might not have died. Thus, he had to hurry there as soon as possible at all costs.
What if she hadn’t died?
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the Blood God Sect and sighed. He felt deep guilt and berated himself, but there was also a wisp of anticipation.
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