Under the warm and gentle sunlight of winter,
Zhong Shenxiu closed the half-copy of the "True Blood Secret To" and narrowed his eyes.
"The ’Whispers of the Worm’ leans towards curse arts, containing many magic spells, as well as recipes for blood wine and magic potions. I’ve only obtained seven torn pages, not much gained..."
"But the ’True Blood Secret To’ truly lives up to its reputation, as frequently ntioned in the ’tamorphosis of Blood,’ the records within are very useful to , even if it’s just half a copy..."
Through the "True Blood Secret To," Zhong Shenxiu had generally co to understand how the followers of the Master of Black Blood enhance themselves.
"The miracle of life lies in constant evolution!"
"Blood is power, blood is glory, blood is everything!"
He muttered the words that repeatedly appeared in the "True Blood Secret To," beginning to understand.
"Mystics are not limited to practicing naless arts; besides those, there are magic potions, alchemy, rituals, and other crafts. Within the ’True Blood Secret To,’ there is also a record of a Blood and Flesh Technique. The followers of the Master of Black Blood worship the power of bloodlines. They attempt to capture mystical creatures from both the Spirit Realm and the mundane world, utilizing various ans to acquire their bloodlines..."
These thods include but are not limited to organ transplantation, injecting tailored blood, and raw consumption...
"After acquiring the bloodline, by continuously cultivating it, one can master magical powers and enhance the body to its utmost... Of course, it is no surprise to transform into a monster; many followers even see this as a form of sublimation, believing that by constantly replenishing and perfecting their own bloodlines, they can beco ’perfect beings’ and even attain lifespans that rival those of the longevity beings..."
"This actually has a certain theoretical basis. At least by transplanting bloodlines through this thod, as long as the source bloodline is strong enough, preferably from creatures that dwell deep within the Spirit Realm, it is very likely that the bloodline can act as a prir to form a special key, reaching special Dao Marks like the Crimson River!"
The followers of the Master of Black Blood have a significant advantage during their ’ascension’ because the Crimson River is also considered the river of blood, the river of life!
And this Master of Black Blood, he holds the scepter of creation!
Between the two, a certain connection is believed to exist.
"However... this Blood and Flesh Technique is very dangerous; a re carelessness and blood-flesh collapse is just the beginning. What’s more critical is that a weak spirit cannot control a powerful body, leading to madness and loss of control..."
"After all, the Blood and Flesh Technique is just a form of power, while the realm advancent of a mystic is fundantal. Hence, it is solemnly cautioned in the secret tos nurous tis, only a sufficiently powerful spirit can steer the body of a beast! Perhaps by the ti the followers of the Master of Black Blood evolve a second or third ti, they must have the spirit of an ’ascender’ to maintain a rational existence..."
"Of course, a powerful enough bloodline can aid in the advancent of mystical rituals... This is also a kind of secret technique."
Zhong Shenxiu felt a bit eager to try it out.
After passing through the pristine white wilderness, he found that the Spirit Realm was far too vast. The further into the "Sleepwalker’s Ramble," the sketchier the descriptions beca, making it difficult for him to locate the Crimson River.
If he could obtain a trace of the bloodline of a mystical creature to serve as a key, he would quickly reach the Crimson River.
"And... the Blood and Flesh Technique is indeed very strong! Although it only talks about combat strength and not realms, it might be sowhat useful for my future planning..."
In the end, he would have to contend with beings that rival the Primordial Pill, and he couldn’t rely solely on naless arts, right?
As for turning into a monster or sothing?
After all, it’s not his own body, so it doesn’t matter if it’s recklessly tampered with.
Compared to the transformation of the spirit, the body’s transformation is hardly a big deal.
...
Nightti.
Whisperer Bar.
Zhong Shenxiu, as usual, donned a white shirt and black vest while performing the traditional art of bartending.
Amidst the delightful intermingling of various liquors and juices, two cocktails were set before Alice and Angel.
"Tequila Sunrise of the Twelve Zodiacs."
He smiled at the two girls and suddenly asked, "Do you have sothing on your minds?"
Startled by the question, Alice, with a troubled expression, and Angel, bluntly replied, "How do you know?"
"It’s quite apparent."
Zhong Shenxiu chuckled, "I wonder if I might have the honor of being a listener for you both?"
He occasionally ca over to mix drinks as a diversion in his life and had ford so connection with these two girls.
If he encountered a situation where he could easily lend a hand, he didn’t mind doing so.
"It’s ..."
Alice sipped her cocktail, the mild intoxication lowering her guard sowhat: "I’ve run into so trouble recently... Due to my own mistake, I caused a lot of trouble for my roommate, nearly leading to her death..."
"Fortunately, I found an ancient black magic ritual in the library... I know you probably don’t believe this, but I succeeded, and I used it to resolve the issue."
As she spoke, Angel beside her shrank back a little, clearly still frightened.
’Seems like... they accidentally stumbled into the mysterious world?’
Zhong Shenxiu concluded, ’But such a young girl dares to use black magic rituals rashly... Isn’t she afraid of attracting sothing terrifying? No, they can’t possibly harness their own spirit to resonate with the Spirit Realm; people like them can’t perform unnad magic spells. Rituals, although simpler than unnad techniques, also require soone exceptional to take them on, not everyone is like , unless... there’s an exceptional being silently observing and assisting?’
Beyond that, stumbling into trouble and then just happening to find a ritual to fix it, seed to be laden with a conspiratorial air.
’If the ritual had instead turned her friend into a zombie or sothing, it would probably be a plot from a third-rate bloodsucker film...’
He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Everything’s resolved now, isn’t that good news?"
"But a few days later, a gentleman approached , claiming to be a professor from Phillips University in Isreal City. He said he admired my talent and wanted to recomnd to continue my studies at Phillips University..."
Alice deliberated, "I’m hesitating..."
Isreal was a well-known university town in the Federation, supposedly connected to the na of the Federation’s founding fathers. It was the cultural and educational center of the entire Federation.
And the reputation of Phillips University, even Li Wei had heard of it, seems to be a very prestigious university in the Federation.
Fare better than the run-of-the-mill college Alice and Angel were currently attending by an unknown degree.
Moreover, according to the offer, it seed to be for a graduate program under the professor himself, which would be particularly valuable.
Even just scraping through to get a diploma from there could easily vault one into high society.
And besides... the mysterious world also held a great allure for a girl like Alice.
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