Senior Brother Zhu is the most loyal disciple of the second master, Li Chun, essentially a lackey.
Upon obtaining the Murong brothers’ cultivation technique, Zhu Xiaoming hurried to inform Li Chun of this astonishing news.
The Martial World has always had thods for testing skills, but who would have thought they struck gold this ti. Not only did they get soone naturally predisposed, who was obsessed with servitude, voluntarily cleaning toilets and underwear, but he also discovered sothing good.
"You really slled the dicinal fragrance on him?"
Li Chun wasn’t initially concerned, but hearing this, he perked up.
"Sect Leader, it’s completely true. Dehua, this unique individual, he’s different. You know, he was bald before, his head as pointy as ours, but after training, he grew a head of beautiful hair." Zhu Xiaoming explained.
At this point, the face of Li Chun, second master of the Iron Blood Sect, changed.
"You start practicing. Practice well! Even if this guy hit the jackpot by accident, it’s still fortunate for you!" Li Chun said earnestly.
Saying this, he instructed Zhu Xiaoming to thoroughly write down the cultivation technique ntioned by the Murong brothers.
He certainly wouldn’t practice it imdiately, as an old riverside veteran who has navigated the Martial World for years, due caution was always necessary.
When dealing with unclear cultivation techniques, let the subordinates try first, in case of trouble, they go first. This is the principle by which Martial World leaders act.
Zhu Xiaoming understood that the sect leader wanted him to try the technique. Instead of resisting, he was excited.
After all, the second master deed him worthy to try it!
Why doesn’t he let others try it? It’s because they can’t be trusted.
And if Li Chun did let soone else try it, he would have an excuse, which is that the second master cares too much for him to do such things.
In any case, Zhu Xiaoming was willing.
After all, he liked how the second master seed gentle but was actually muscular.
This contrast was irresistible to him.
Yes, ever since he first saw Li Chun and wanted to ravage won in the street; he ended up liking this extraordinary man.
To repay the second master’s trust, Zhu Xiaoming was very proactive and started practicing imdiately.
In recent days, the Murong brothers were also trying to practice blood refinent in Duan Yun’s way, but there was a slight difference in their thod compared to Duan Yun’s.
He worked tirelessly these days without complaints, not only because he was inspired by his scheming intentions but also because he drank the blood refined by Duan Yun.
It must be said that Old Demon Duan’s blood is truly miraculous, providing him with abundant energy and making him enjoy working even more.
In other words, since drinking this blood, he developed a liking for being ordered around and enjoyed cleaning toilets and washing underwear.
Simply put, he got addicted to being hardworking, and if soone whipped and insulted him along the way, he would enjoy it even more.
The Murong brothers always had the illusion that continuing like this might lead them to sanctification through servitude.
Thus, while contemplating, he gradually rged himself into his labor.
That is to say, among his imagined figures, sotis there were Minotaurs, and sotis there were centaurs.
Therefore, while cleaning toilets, he was struck with inspiration and wrote a poem.
"Gaze at the starry sky, a true man; down-to-earth, a true servant! Moo moo moo moo!"
With this, he shared these insights with Senior Brother Zhu Xiaoming.
And so at night, the "second master Li Chun" image Zhu Xiaoming fantasized about gradually turned into a human-headed, bull-bodied figure.
Later, it morphed into a horse-bodied human.
Eventually, he suddenly ca to a realization, as if extraordinary wisdom flashed, rging the bull and horse forms into one.
Thus, what appeared in his sea of consciousness was a figure with a human head, left side being a bull’s body with hooves, and the right side a horse’s body with hooves.
When he fused this image and complented it with the Murong brothers’ second teaching of the Blood Sedintation Technique, it suddenly seed he captured the essence.
Initially, he thought the Blood Sedintation Technique, derived from the Iron Blood Sect’s original technique, was still sowhat impure, but once he practiced it, the bull-horse figure in his sea of consciousness beca very clear.
It was like a bull-horse man stomping firmly on solid ground, diligently pioneering, watching the land beneath him beco more fertile with crops flourishing, and an indescribable joy surged, making him wish to dance a hogrown dance.
Then suddenly he twitched his nose, questioning: "I sll so good."
"Really, I truly succeeded!"
"Turns out I’m a genius!"
"Give blood coagulation!"
For all these years, Zhu Xiaoming has been a veteran of the Iron Blood Sect, yet he could only manage mundane chores involving outer disciples because his blood was not pure enough.
In the Iron Blood Sect, the greener one’s blood is, the purer it is, earning them greater respect.
This is the true hierarchy of blood.
His level has always been "Light Green."
To the dium Green disciples of the Iron Blood Sect, he was simply marked as "inferior to ."
Those inferior to are barely considered human.
He saw outer disciples as livestock, and dium Green disciples regarded him similarly.
Heavy Green disciples were the backbone of the sect, recognizing only those greener or the three sect masters as human.
It must be noted that so of these dium and Heavy Green disciples were once the outer disciples he recruited.
He didn’t regard outer disciples as human, and in the end, so would rise against him, relishing the reversal of fortunes, which was too difficult to endure.
At this mont, Zhu Xiaoming only felt like life had secretly opened a window for him.
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