A towering pavilion soars into the clouds, constantly shifting in its illusory form—appearing momentarily atop a volcano, then instantly vanishing into a sea of blood.
This pavilion seems like a mirage; even if seen by ordinary people, it would be mistaken as a trick of the eye, vanishing into thin air with just a blink.
The pavilion has twelve floors, and at this moment, on the topmost level:
A man kneels before another cloaked in black, wearing a terrifying demonic mask, trembling in fear.
The twelfth floor is the most mysterious part of Bloodslaughter Pavilion, the highest realm within it.
Though the masked man’s expression is obscured, the space around him appears ready to collapse, revealing his intense anger.
The masked man lifts his hand. The arm hidden beneath his black robe is pale and delicate. He gently pinches Xue Qing’s chin, and suddenly, his eyes behind the mask emit a red glow.
Xue Qing trembles violently, beads of sweat pouring down.
Before him, it feels as if his very soul has been pierced through, with no secrets left.
“Hehe…” The masked man’s voice is deep, like that of a devil from the ninth circle of hell. With a flick of his sleeve, Xue Qing vanishes instantly from the floor.
“How interesting…” Suddenly, space in front of the masked man tears open, forming a rift. Gradually, his figure steps into the rift and disappears.
At that moment, as if returning from the edge of hell, Xue Qing abruptly opens his eyes, glancing around to find himself back on the first floor.
“Master…” A disciple of Bloodslaughter Pavilion bows respectfully beside him.
Xue Qing wipes the sweat from his forehead and nods slightly. When facing the master of the twelfth floor, he felt as if he had plunged into the depths of hell, devoid of any will to resist.
No one has ever seen the true face of this master, nor has anyone witnessed him in action. Yet standing before him, even the eleventh-floor master would tremble in fear, unable to meet his gaze.
It feels as though the figure beneath the black robe isn’t human, but divine.
Before him, they are mere ants, with no resistance in their hearts.
Yet now, Xue Qing clenches his fists tightly. Once the master makes a move, that enemy will have no hope of survival.
Though Xue Qing doesn’t know Lin Fan’s true strength, he is undoubtedly a formidable existence. Reporting to the master is his only hope for revenge.
And now, Xue Qing’s priority is to seize control of the first floor. With his father dead, countless eyes are coveting the position of first-floor master—he must suppress all opposition.
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The next day.
The forest, cleansed by last night’s rain, exudes a fresh aroma. The rising sun bathes the land, dispelling all darkness.
At this moment, Lin Fan smiles and waves goodbye to the two people. His affectionate gaze carries a hint of reluctance. After a night of contemplation, Lin Fan has abandoned his previous thoughts.
The mysterious figure hidden in darkness—his cultivation level remains unknown. For his own safety, it’s better not to gamble.
“Farewell,” Xia Youtian says, bowing in parting.
But He Yuhan looks at Lin Fan with a meaningful smile. Her bright eyes, like stars in the night sky, seem to pierce through him.
“What should we do now?” Xia Youtian sighs after leaving the cave.
“Big Brother Xia, we can head this way,” He Yuhan says, pulling out a map.
Xia Youtian glances at the map, hesitates slightly, then nods.
“Big Brother Xia, that man isn’t a good one. You can’t sleep so soundly in the future,” He Yuhan smiles like a summer flower.
“I thought he seemed fine,” Xia Youtian scratches his head.
He Yuhan smiles but says nothing.
…
After everyone disperses, Lin Fan also leaves. The Sea of Graves lies far from here. Now that he is far from the Holy Sect, returning won’t be easy.
Sigh, he wonders how those fourteen desert bandits he recruited are faring. But with their wits, they probably haven’t starved.
And Liu Lingfeng, that effeminate man he once trained—how is he doing?
Thinking of these things, Lin Fan feels a wave of melancholy.
Leaving the Qin Divine Dynasty behind, he steps into a perilous land.
Lin Fan senses the presence of many fierce beasts—some strong, some weak.
Along the way, Lin Fan contemplates two things. One is the “Seed of Life.” Despite his research, aside from its immense vitality, he has made no progress. He still doesn’t understand its true purpose.
The second is the “Blood Sea Cultivation Method.” Though an evil technique, its ultimate potential is boundless.
Regeneration through a single drop of blood—this is a power many would dream of possessing. Yet whether it’s real or not remains uncertain. Even Blood God himself might not possess such an ability.
“Au…”
At this moment, deep within this forbidden and dangerous zone, a fierce beast blocks Lin Fan’s path.
This beast has thick limbs, a long and broad body, and a back covered in thick scales like a crocodile. Its eyes burn with hostility.
Boom… Boom…
The ground shakes as the Iron-Backed Crocodile stomps forward with heavy, thunderous steps.
“Die…”
In an instant, Lin Fan charges barehanded, unleashing a palm strike brimming with overwhelming might straight at the beast’s head.
The Iron-Backed Crocodile opens its massive jaws, its sharp teeth gleaming with cold light, aiming to tear Lin Fan’s hand apart.
But in a flash, those sharp teeth begin to shatter.
“Bang!”
Lin Fan’s palm slams the beast’s skull deep into the ground.
“Ding! Congratulations on defeating the mid-stage Divine-Level beast, Iron-Backed Crocodile.”
“Ding! Congratulations on gaining 100,000 experience points.”
“Ding! Congratulations on obtaining one drop of Iron-Backed Crocodile’s essence blood.”
…
Lin Fan pays no heed to such a weak beast. His cultivation requires seven hundred million experience points to level up, and he’s still halfway there. This beast’s experience is barely a drop in the ocean.
At this moment, Lin Fan notices that the beast’s essence blood exerts a strange allure on him.
Suddenly, his expression changes as the “Blood Sea Cultivation Method” flashes through his mind.
Could it be that essence blood from beasts also works?
Earlier, when Lin Fan discovered that the “Blood Sea Cultivation Method” couldn’t absorb experience, he assumed it required human blood and nearly abandoned it.
Though the power boost of this technique is tempting, Lin Fan can’t bring himself to kill others for their essence blood.
He flicks his finger, drawing the drop of essence blood toward him. After a moment’s hesitation, he swallows it.
Essence blood from fierce beasts is generally inedible for ordinary people, as consuming it directly causes beast transformation. While it enhances strength, it also severely affects the body unless specially refined.
As the essence blood enters his body, system prompts begin to sound, but Lin Fan ignores them, instead beginning to circulate the “Blood Sea Cultivation Method.”
At this moment, countless blood threads seem to emerge inside Lin Fan’s body, like octopus tentacles, latching onto the essence blood and absorbing it rapidly.
“Ding! Congratulations on increasing the Blood Sea Cultivation Method’s experience by 100.”
…
Lin Fan’s eyes flicker open, a smirk of triumph forming on his lips. Then, in his otherwise calm gaze, a sharp glint flashes—as if he had just uncovered a monumental secret.
“Here I come, little master…”
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