Chapter 1287: Chapter 1278: War of Attrition
“The actions of the Xiao Family are truly intolerable to . If the senior would bestow power, I would be willing to eliminate the Xiao Family on your behalf.”
“Is that true? I’ll tell you, don’t think about deceiving . If I find out, there will be consequences for you.” The Sunfla Qilin was sowhat doubtful of Xiao Yifei’s easy agreent and threatened him.
“Don’t worry. I am determined not to let the Xiao Family behave so blatantly among cultivators. In this tournant, I witnessed many vibrant lives almost fall under the sches of the Xiao Family, and this, I cannot tolerate.”
“Very well, then I shall grant you the Qilin Blood!” the Sunfla Qilin declared loudly.
It then raised its withered hand, revealing sharp nails, and gently sliced its throat. A drop of black-red blood erged, and the Sunfla Qilin delicately took it on its finger, then smoothed over the wound on its neck.
“Here, drink it.” The Sunfla Qilin extended the droplet of blood from its finger towards Xiao Yifei, who was instantly entranced by the rich aroma it emitted, as if it were not a drop of blood but a flower petal.
Xiao Yifei lowered his head to carefully examine the Qilin Blood. The blood drop was crystal clear, emanating a faint red glow, within which a Qilin-shaped energy body could be seen surging through.
Feeling the energy contained in the droplet, Xiao Yifei was amazed. The energy within this single drop was even more concentrated than the Qi of the entire Magma Pool, with a hint of primitive Qi that Xiao Yifei had never encountered before, clearly an aura passed down from ancient tis.
“Is this the Qilin Blood? It truly is a heavenly object,” Xiao Yifei marveled. He then respectfully received the droplet from the Sunfla Qilin and swallowed it whole.
As the Qilin Blood entered his mouth, Xiao Yifei felt a warm sensation spread down his throat, pervading every part of his body, a comfort beyond words. But this sensation was fleeting; soon, Xiao Yifei felt a pure and fierce Qi rampaging chaotically at his chest, causing a suffocating sensation.
In an instant, it was as if Xiao Yifei’s throat was blocked, his face flushed red, his eyes bulging, and he uttered incoherent noises.
“Do not speak; sit cross-legged and try to refine it,” the Sunfla Qilin advised, sensing Xiao Yifei’s changes.
Hearing this, Xiao Yifei imdiately sat with crossed legs, mobilizing the Qi of Dantian to envelop the unruly Qilin Blood. But to his astonishnt, the blood moved rapidly within his chest; whenever his Qi attempted to surround it, the Qilin Blood would evade and rush to another place, determined to break free from its confines.
The reckless surge of the Qilin Blood left Xiao Yifei at a loss; he had to focus, cautiously manipulating his Qi to attack it. However, its speed was too swift, evading his attempts several tis, leaving Xiao Yifei sowhat helpless.
“To refine the Qilin Blood, you must completely conquer the pride of Ancient Divine Beast Blood. If you cannot achieve this, you are not fit to oppose the Xiao Family. After refining it, make it your foundation to create blood for your body; thus, your body will have Qilin Blood flowing through it,” the Sunfla Qilin explained, tily.
Inspired by the Sunfla Qilin’s words, Xiao Yifei beca resolute, engaging in a chase with the Qilin Blood within his chest, determined to refine it. A tug-of-war ensued within his body.
“As for curing the illness, it’s not your concern. As long as you eliminate the Xiao Family, my ailnt will naturally be cured. After you have completely refined the Qilin Blood, leave here; I have reopened the entrance to the Holy Mountain for you.” The Sunfla Qilin gestured with its withered hand, releasing a golden light into the air, flying towards the top of the Magma Pool.
After completing this series of actions, the Sunfla Qilin took a deep look at Xiao Yifei, who was refining the Qilin Blood with closed eyes, and turned to leave the place.
The night passed quickly, with Xiao Yifei still imrsed in the refinent of the Qilin Blood. anwhile, preparations for the Xiao Family’s ‘Martial Artist Conference’ finals were quietly completed.
Early the next morning, the contestants who advanced to the finals gathered early at the open space to absorb spiritual energy, making final preparations for the ‘Martial Artist Conference’ finals.
In this final, the seeded contestants were from Poison Manor, the Clay Monster, Li Huoke, and Team Fifteen, where Xiao Yifei belonged. Each team occupied their space in the open area, warily eyeing potential opponents in the finals.
Zhang Po and Chang Wei sat in a corner, conversing cautiously in thin whispers.
“Xiao Yifei hasn’t returned yet; it seems we must prepare for the worst,” Zhang Po said in a low voice.
Chang Wei, caressing the tall wooden box beside him, nodded imperceptibly and replied to Zhang Po, “We still have to wait for the Xiao Family to assign the opponents for this final. All we can hope for is to et them.”
“Adapt as the situation changes. If the plan fails, we’ll do as I said last night,” Zhang Po rose with his sword, gazing at the slowly rising Chaoyang, contemplating.
As Xiao Yifei’s fate seed sealed, Chang Wei no longer held any hope, his eyes filled with coldness. He felt deeply disappointed by the Xiao Family’s handling of this Martial Artist Conference, wishing nothing more than their swift demise.
“Ti’s up. Let’s go,” Zhang Po said to Chang Wei.
Chang Wei nodded, and the two headed towards the Martial Arts Arena one after the other.
“Oh, if it isn’t the handso fellows from Team Fifteen! Missing a mber? How co you’re not participating after receiving so many benefits from the Xiao Family?”
As the two passed by Poison Manor’s position, the leading woman stood and taunted them with ridicule in her eyes and seductive allure, gazing at Chang Wei with suggestive eyes.
“I have nothing to say to a glamorous wench like you. Just wait and et your end,” Chang Wei was unmoved by the woman’s taunts. Having experienced Xiao Yifei’s death, Chang Wei seed to have matured overnight, unaffected by others’ sarcasm, coldly responding.
Zhang Po, even less inclined to speak, raised his head and coincidentally t Li Huoke’s gaze. Their eyes t, and Zhang Po felt a sense of mutual understanding. It seed Li Huoke was equally eager for a battle with him. However, for Zhang Po, the regret of this ‘Martial Artist Conference,’ besides Xiao Yifei’s death, was perhaps the inability to duel with this genius swordsman.
“Let’s go,” Chang Wei signaled to Zhang Po, retrieving his thoughts, and said.
Zhang Po nodded, and the two continued toward the Martial Arts Arena. As they passed by Team Clay Monster, the captain known for explosive artistry gave Zhang Po a questioning look, also curious about Xiao Yifei’s whereabouts. Since hearing Xiao Yifei had been invited to the Holy Mountain, they had not heard any updates, arousing curiosity among many contestants.
Zhang Po’s impression of them was positive. Even without Xiao Yifei’s appearance, Team Clay Monster intended to withdraw from the match, which Zhang Po rembered.
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