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“The Blood Cult’s legacy is hidden in the Valley of Evil?” Baek Suryong echoed. The White-Haired Demon hadn’t ntioned anything about this during his interrogation.
If the White-Haired Demon had known, he would’ve spilled the beans under the influence of the Blood Demon Eyes. That can only an… is the Bloody Ripper testing ? Did I let sothing slip about the Blood Cult when I ntioned my past life?
With a puzzled look, Baek Suryong murmured, “The Blood Cult… Master never ntioned such a tale.”
“That’s because I never told him,” the Bloody Ripper replied smoothly. “The fewer people who know a secret, the better it is kept, no?”
“Then why tell now…?”
The Bloody Ripper gazed at Baek Suryong, eyes swirling with complex emotions. After a brief silence, he said, “Everyone who knew about this died thirty years ago. They were the comrades I used to run with back then.”
The Bloody Ripper said that they “died,” but to Baek Suryong, it sounded more like “were killed.”
“I didn’t have the heart to endanger my own Junior Brother, so I kept him in the dark. Lucky for him, he wasn’t around when we stumbled upon the Blood Jade Claws.”
The Bloody Ripper paused, turning his gaze out the window. As if lost in old mories, deeper wrinkles etched themselves onto his already aged face.
“But sotis, on nights like this, I just feel like spilling my secrets.”
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“Is that so?” Baek Suryong whispered.
The Bloody Ripper nodded. Staring blankly at the dim moon half-obscured by clouds, the drunken old man rambled, “Back then, I morized the secret manual of the Blood Jade Claws and downed the elixir that ca with it. Twenty years flew by, and the martial world pegged as the weakest of the Ten Great Villains. The weakest… well, maybe they got that right.”
Baek Suryong refilled his empty cup. “With my modest skills, I can’t even begin to grasp your level, Senior Uncle.”
“You’re too humble. Do you think I don’t know you’ve been holding back?” the Bloody Ripper chuckled. “But no worries. It’s only natural for a martial artist to keep about thirty percent of their true ability hidden.”
Baek Suryong’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’m sorry.”
“I said, it’s fine. In fact, I’m pleased to have such an exceptional nephew.” The Bloody Ripper reached out and gave Baek Suryong’s bowed shoulder a light pat. “Anyway, the Blood Jade Claws I found is just the tip of the iceberg. One day, an earthquake split the ground, and only the spot where it was hidden beca exposed. The rest…”
“There’s more?”
“Heh, you bet. The treasures, secret manuals, elixirs—the Blood Cult’s stash before their downfall—are buried underground in the Valley of Evil.” The Bloody Ripper smirked, pointing to the floor. “Right beneath my house.”
Baek Suryong glanced down and gulped. Is this one of the Blood Cult’s hidden vaults? If what he’s saying is true… I definitely need to find a way in.
“It took a full decade to locate the entrance to where the Blood Cult’s legacy lies,” the Bloody Ripper said, grabbing the wine bottle and taking a swig straight from it.
BANG!
Suddenly, he slamd the bottle down so hard it cracked. The old man laughed, greed and madness flickering in his eyes. “Do you want it too? Of course you do. Any martial artist would. The Blood Cult once terrorized the world despite being a lone sect… and just by mastering one of their techniques, I beca one of the Ten Great Villains. Can you imagine how many martial arts and secret techniques are down there?”
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Baek Suryong t his gaze steadily. “But you haven’t obtained anything except the Blood Jade Claws yet.”
The Bloody Ripper’s expression hardened. “…Why do you think that?”
“If you had, you’d have mastered martial arts far superior to the Blood Jade Claws by now. You would’ve made a na for yourself not just as one of the Ten Great Villains, but perhaps as one of the Ten Supres, or maybe even the world’s strongest,” Baek Suryong replied calmly.
It was blatant flattery, but the Bloody Ripper laughed knowingly. “You’re sharp. There’s a massive black iron door in the way, and I’ve never been able to find a way past it. I thought about blasting it open, but I was afraid of damaging what’s inside. There must be martial arts that surpass the Blood Jade Claws in there, and if there are elixirs… maybe even Rejuvenation wouldn’t be a dream anymore.”
Truth be told, he was now too old to learn new martial arts, but after decades of searching for a way to open the door or dig another entrance, he couldn’t give up.
Rejuvenation was a state of great enlightennt where one’s body beca youthful again. It was a realm that could only be reached after surpassing the peak level and attaining transcendence, and in today’s martial world, it was common knowledge that all the Ten Supres had achieved Rejuvenation.
Baek Suryong snorted inwardly. Honestly, I doubt he’d achieve Rejuvenation even with supre martial arts and elixirs… but it seems he’s obsessed with the idea that obtaining the Blood Cult’s legacy will make it possible. What a delusional obsession.
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Despite his skepticism, Baek Suryong suggested, “Is there really no way to open the door? Perhaps we should bring in an expert in chanisms or formations…”
“I’ve tried that already, and they concluded that the chanism responds only to a specific martial art.”
“A specific martial art…” Baek Suryong mumbled. One martial art imdiately ca to mind. Could it be? The Heaven Defying Divine Art?
The martial arts of the Blood Demon, the Cult Leader of the Blood Cult. Although Baek Suryong wasn’t the Blood Demon, he was indeed a successor of the Heaven Defying Divine Art.
A thin smile played on his lips. What an unexpected windfall. Of course, getting my hands on that treasure won’t be easy, especially with this drunken old monster sitting in front of in the way.
His opponent was the most dangerous and evil villain in the Valley of Evil. Not even he could take the Bloody Ripper lightly, and if he wanted to cure Wiji Cheon and get his hands on the treasure, he needed to tread carefully.
“Whew! It feels good to get all that off my chest,” the Bloody Ripper sighed, emptying the rest of the wine and placing the bottle down. Smiling gently at Baek Suryong, he asked, “Do you know why I told you all this?”
“Yes, I think I do.”
The Bloody Ripper had kept this secret from even his own junior brother for decades, but suddenly he spilled the beans to a newly arrived nephew. At first, Baek Suryong hadn’t understood why. For a mont, he thought that maybe the old man really liked him, but when he noticed the old man’s hands turning red during their conversation, he realized the truth.
“Although I’m not quite sure why… you want to kill , Senior Uncle,” Baek Suryong said, ready to spring into action at any mont.
“Kukuku… As expected, you’re sharp,” the Bloody Ripper laughed and nodded. In an instant, the friendly atmosphere evaporated, replaced by a terrifying killing intent.
It was a critical mont, but Baek Suryong calmly lifted his cup and downed the remaining wine in one gulp. He had been careful not to reveal his deception, yet the Bloody Ripper wanted to kill him. It was puzzling. He had to find out what had tipped the old man off.
“Still, I don’t get it. Why are you trying to kill ? What will you tell Master later?” he asked.
“You an my Junior Brother who already died by your hand?”
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“……”
When Baek Suryong didn’t respond imdiately, the Bloody Ripper roared with laughter, his shoulders shaking. “Kahaha! So that’s how it is! I knew it!”
“How…”
“How did I know? Because you’re too exceptional.”
“Because I’m too exceptional?” Baek Suryong repeated.
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The Bloody Ripper’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Don’t underestimate the instincts of an old veteran. You’re not soone who’d serve under anyone. Even if you’d genuinely co here seeking refuge, I’d have killed you eventually.”
Baek Suryong sighed dramatically, “So it wasn’t my slip-up after all, nor the fault of those other guys.”
“Heh. You an the Zhejiang Five Devils? I sent so ‘guests’ their way too. You probably won’t be seeing them again.”
Baek Suryong’s expression hardened, and he gathered his qi.
It was a tense standoff, either could make the first move.
The Bloody Ripper sneered, “Let ask you one last thing. How did my Junior Brother die?”
“He died pathetically, like the trash he was. Foaming at the mouth, begging on his knees for rcy,” Baek Suryong replied coldly. There was no need to keep up the act anymore.
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“I was pondering how to kill you, but thanks, that helps,” the Bloody Ripper said.
“You claim to be able to foresee mine and my brothers’ future, can’t you foresee your own?”
The air around them grew turbulent as they prepared to unleash their skills, still seated across from each other.
VWOOOOM!
A terrifying force erupted from the Bloody Ripper as both his arms turned crimson. His fingernails extended over a foot long, transforming him into a ghastly figure. “Junior Brother was always a foolish man, but I cared for him. I’ll kill you to soothe his restless soul.”
Baek Suryong’s eyes turned blood-red. “Why don’t you console him yourself? I’ll send you to join him so he won’t be lonely.”
“Kahahahaha!”
With the Bloody Ripper’s maniacal laughter as the signal, they both struck simultaneously, each aiming for the other’s heart. Everything between them shattered as fierce, enhanced qi whipped around.
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