"Why is there a bloody light inside my body?"
Huang Feng didn’t understand. More than that, he was terrified.
As a Cultivator, he should have been completely aware of his own physical condition.
But this bloody light that had just appeared was completely beyond his control.
"It seems you don’t know, either."
Li Chang’an’s gaze was wary as he slowly backed away.
When dealing with such unknown things, he always prepared for the worst.
’I’ll test it with an Ordinary Puppet first.’
Li Chang’an retreated to a safe distance and released a Middle Grade Puppet.
With a thought, he controlled the Puppet, making it move forward and slowly approach Huang Feng.
Under Huang Feng’s terrified gaze,
a Magical Dagger with a cold, gleaming edge appeared in the Puppet’s hand.
"Li Chang’an, what are you doing?"
Huang Feng’s face was filled with horror as he roared hoarsely.
Li Chang’an’s expression was grave. He didn’t answer, rely continuing to control the Puppet.
The next instant,
the Puppet stripped the Armor off Huang Feng’s body.
Then, with a SHINK, the sharp dagger plunged violently into Huang Feng’s chest.
"AHHH—"
Huang Feng shrieked wretchedly, his face contorting as he tried to struggle.
But under the chessboard’s restraint,
he was completely unable to put up any effective resistance.
He could only let the Puppet, dagger in hand, cut through his sternum, slice his flesh, and slowly dissect his torso.
"This is..."
Li Chang’an’s eyes narrowed, staring intently at the opened torso.
There,
within the flesh, were countless slowly writhing, blood-colored threads.
They looked like innurable, densely packed, blood-red worms.
They were not only in the flesh, but also in his lungs and internal organs.
They were everywhere.
One could even see these terrifying blood threads inside his severed bones.
It was as if Huang Feng himself was a human puppet, held up by these blood-red threads.
Only he himself had no idea.
’What a strange thing. These blood-red threads seem to have already fused with Huang Feng.’
Li Chang’an’s expression grew even more solemn.
He fell into deep thought, searching his mory for various legends from the Cultivation Immortality Realm, but he couldn’t find anything that matched these blood-red threads.
anwhile,
Huang Feng also saw his own condition through the Copper Mirror at Li Chang’an’s side.
His face turned deathly pale and a chill ran through him. He was instantly devoured by an indescribable terror, so frightened he could barely speak.
After a long mont,
he finally scread hysterically, "Li Chang’an, what are these blood threads? Get them out, quickly!"
From his perspective,
these threads, which emanated a bloody light, looked like parasitic Demon Insects.
They were devouring his flesh, his Magical Power, and even his Soul, threatening to consu his entire being!
"I’ve been injured before, but there was never anything like this in my flesh! I must have been infected in the Secret Realm! This damned Secret Realm, I never should have co in here!"
Huang Feng’s voice trembled, and he hardly dared to look at himself any longer.
Hearing his words,
Li Chang’an’s heart skipped a beat, and he imdiately turned around.
He shot out a finger of Spiritual Power, cutting open the skin of his human disguise to take a closer look.
’Thankfully, there are no such blood-red threads.’
He slowly let out a breath of relief and used the Skin Painting Technique to nd the wound on the human skin.
After that,
he went into the secret chamber and brought out the bodies of Jin Mu and Jin Zhe.
’I cut off both of their heads easily. There shouldn’t be any of these threads inside them.’
After a mont’s thought, Li Chang’an removed their Armor and flicked out two fingers of Magical Power.
With two CRACKS,
he sliced their bodies into four pieces on the spot.
Just as he had guessed, there were no threads inside their bodies. They were both normal.
It seed
that Huang Feng probably hadn’t been infected with these strange blood threads during this trip to the Secret Realm.
"Daoist Huang, there’s nothing wrong with . The bodies of Jin Mu and Jin Zhe don’t have any blood-red threads either."
"This... This is impossible..."
Huang Feng stared intently at the two corpses, muttering in disbelief.
Of the four of them,
he was the only one with a problem.
Li Chang’an said again, "Daoist Huang, please endure this for a mont. I need to observe a little longer."
After he spoke,
he commanded the Puppet to continue dissecting Huang Feng’s body.
"AHH—"
Huang Feng scread again, his voice wretched.
A mont later,
his entire chest and abdominal cavity had been cut open by the Puppet.
One could see
that beneath his beating heart,
countless blood-red threads converged, forming a malford, bloody tumor that pulsed with a dense crimson light, like a second heart.
It also resembled a seed.
This was because all the blood-red threads grew out from this tumor, eventually occupying Huang Feng’s entire body.
"What is this thing?"
Li Chang’an frowned, observing it carefully.
"A blood-colored seed... A Bloodline?"
In that instant,
he suddenly recalled a legend from the Tribulation Cultivation Realm.
According to the legend,
a long, long ti ago, there appeared a peerless demon.
That person had only an Inferior Spirit Root, with poor talent for cultivation.
He was even worse than Li Chang’an.
Normally, let alone reaching Foundation Establishnt, even breaking through to the Late Stage of Qi Refining would have been difficult for him.
However,
his comprehension was extraordinary, his genius brilliant, and he created his own technique: the "Demon Planting Technique."
Relying on this technique, he defied his fate and rose up.
He achieved Foundation Establishnt, then Core Formation, and even broke through to the Nascent Soul realm, causing a monstrous, bloody calamity throughout the entire Cultivation Immortality Realm!
At the ti, that man had madly proclaid: "On what grounds can soone with an Inferior Spirit Root not enter an Immortal Sect? Why are the heavens so unfair? Since I have no talent for cultivation, then I’ll just have those so-called Celestial Prides cultivate for !"
In those years,
countless Celestial Prides with outstanding Spiritual Roots had a Bloodline planted in them by him. Their entire Cultivation was devoured, becoming nutrients for his bloody path of cultivation.
However,
not long after he reached the Nascent Soul realm, he vanished.
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