But Qin Xuan didn’t answer.
Instead, he tossed the question back to Ma Jingchuan. "Senior Brother Ma, which Demon Monarch do you think would be the best choice?"
Ma Jingchuan didn’t dare speak the na aloud, so he used Telepathy. "Naturally, the Bone Charm Demon Lord. Don’t be put off by his high standards and limited resources. In fact, that’s what makes him the safer choice."
"As for the other one, his promises are just castles in the air." Ma Jingchuan shook his head at the ntion of the Mystic Womb Corpse Refining Demon Monarch.
What good are lavish rewards if you’re not alive to claim them?
A Golden Core Corpse Puppet? If you actually go, you’ll be the corpse he’s refining!
"Junior Brother Qin, I’m going to sign up now. I suggest you do it soon. If you wait too long, the Demon Monarch might see it as a lack of sincerity and reject you."
It had happened before in previous years.
Ma Jingchuan offered his well-intentioned reminder, then walked off.
’Don’t tell I really have to pledge myself to the Miaoyin Demon Monarch...’
Watching Ma Jingchuan approach the stone stele, bite the tip of his finger, and drip a drop of his Essence Blood, Qin Xuan hesitated, deep in thought.
Two paths now lay before him: go to the Blood Pool Sword Tomb, or seek the protection of a Demon Monarch.
As for going to the East Sea, Qin Xuan had already ruled that out.
’Attending the birthday celebration for a Venerable Divinity Transformation is too dangerous. God knows what could happen along the way. Whatever... The Miaoyin Demon Monarch saved once before, so he probably has a decent impression of .’
Just as Qin Xuan was about to go and do the sa, the golden orb of light in his mind suddenly began to flicker.
Four blood-red, ancient bamboo sticks flew out from it.
Qin Xuan’s eyes lit up with excitent. He had thought there would be no warning this ti, but his Golden Finger, though late, had finally arrived!
**[The Worst Draw: Go to the Blood Pool Sword Tomb to obtain the fourth Sword Talisman. You will encounter a sudden mutation in the Blood Pool. GRAVE DANGER!]**
**[The Worst Draw: Pledge yourself to the Bone Charm Demon Lord. You will be trapped in a quagmire with no hope of survival. Certain death. GRAVE DANGER!]**
**[The Worst Draw: Pledge yourself to the Mystic Womb Corpse Refining Demon Monarch. You will be turned into a Corpse Puppet with only a one-in-ten chance of survival, a re sliver of your True Spirit remaining. GRAVE DANGER!]**
**[The Worst Draw · Blessing: Go to the East Sea Dragon Palace for the birthday celebration. You will face the wrath of a Divinity Transformation expert and die without a burial place. GRAVE DANGER!]**
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As he read the Divinations, Qin Xuan’s face paled. The hair on his arms stood on end, and a chill washed over him.
What the hell? How could there be four ’Grave Danger’ Divinations?!
’It’s one thing for the trip to the East Sea Demon Race to be a dead end, but to think that pledging myself to either of the two Demon Monarchs also leads to death...’
What surprised Qin Xuan even more was that his fallback plan, the Blood Pool Sword Tomb, was also a path to grave danger!
’Could it be that the karmic backlash has intensified?’
’That son of a bitch, Ji Boyan... He’s really backing into a corner!’
Qin Xuan gritted his teeth, wishing he could skin Ji Boyan alive. Fucking hell, why did that bastard have to blood-sacrifice so many Cultivators back then for no good reason!
He wouldn’t be in such a helpless position now otherwise.
’Thankfully, there’s still a sliver of hope... The word "Blessing" appeared on one of the "Grave Danger" Divinations. That ans great fortune lies hidden within the danger. Blessing and calamity are two sides of the sa coin. I have to take this gamble!’
Having co to this realization, Qin Xuan turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Now, the only path left was to head to the East Sea Demon Race and try his luck.
...
「On the day of his departure」
Qin Xuan suddenly received another Communication Talisman.
WHOOSH!
An eerie green streak of light shot across the sky, pulsing with a powerful aura.
"Junior Brother Qin, in one month, I will formally establish my altar, designated ’Poison Blood Cyan Robe’. It will be subordinate to the Cyan Evil Hall and will oversee three sub-altars. I hope you will do the honor of attending the ceremony."
"Respectfully, Wei Qingyi of the Poison Blood Altar."
Withdrawing his Divine Sense, Qin Xuan looked at the Communication Talisman in his hand, smiled bitterly, and sighed deeply.
’It really pays to have connections. That guy Wei Qingyi has already been promoted from Incense Master to Altar Master. He’s now qualified to establish his own branch in the Holy Sect!’
While Qin Xuan was distracted, Gan Tang, who was standing beside him, tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Senior Brother Qin, it’s ti for us to leave..."
Gan Tang looked as delicate and beautiful as ever. Her slender fra was dwarfed by her loose-fitting hemp robes, and her face was bloodless, tinged with a pallor that spoke of long periods spent away from the sun.
Her cultivation was so weak that she didn’t even qualify to pledge herself to a Demon Monarch.
"Let’s go. Whatever dangers lie ahead, the two of us will face them together!"
Qin Xuan said with a carefree smile, putting Wei Qingyi’s Communication Talisman to the back of his mind. He boarded his Dark Cloud Spiritual Artifact and flew straight toward the Vast Qi Tower.
...
「Blood Pool Sword Tomb」
Countless broken swords jutted from the bottom of the pool, and the air was thick with Evil Qi. The crimson water gurgled, blood-red bubbles constantly rising to the surface.
Hou Qi let out a long sigh of relief and cautiously peeked out.
"Phew... They’re finally gone. Now I can finally refine my very own Sword Talisman in peace!"
Hou Qi closed his eyes and assud a ditative posture.
His Lifebound Longsword lay horizontally before him as he sat cross-legged in ditation on a massive cyan rock at the bottom of the pool.
The blood-red water of the pool flowed slowly around him. Wisps of crimson, malevolent light flickered in and out of existence, and fragnts of insight began to coalesce in his mind.
"I understand now! So this is how you refine a Purple Mansion Sword Talisman!"
After an unknown amount of ti, Hou Qi’s eyes snapped open.
A look of imnse joy spread across his face. He clenched his palm, and a small, crudely-ford Sword Talisman materialized there.
The markings on its surface were broken and indistinct. The faint, illusory shadow of a black snake coiled around it, emitting a weak, insidious aura.
"’Use Demon Blood as a catalyst and Profound Iron as the foundation. Plant a Demon Embryo, forge a Demon Bone, and sunder the soul to refine a Sword Heart...’"
The light of understanding in Hou Qi’s eyes intensified as he abruptly stood up.
"This will be the first Sword Talisman I have ever forged in all my seven lifetis, one that is truly my own. I shall na it... Teng Snake!"
Just as he was on the verge of success, disaster struck.
RUMBLE!
Monstrous waves suddenly erupted within the Blood Pool Sword Tomb.
All of the broken swords began to tremble violently. The Evil Qi intensified, and it seed as if the entire Blood Pool was about to be upended.
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