Counting Ma Shangsi, Lu Ye had endowed treasure blood to various people without a single failure.
This was undoubtedly sowhat unusual.
Although Ma Shangsi, Xiang Yin, and others were all at the Moon Jade Late Stage cultivation, the dangers in refining Sacred Blood should not be closely related to the level of cultivation. It is about the developnt and refinent of one's Blood Race bloodline.
Lu Ye had a vague idea in his mind — his treasure blood might be sowhat different from the actual Blood Race Sacred Blood, a difference that could considerably reduce the risks undertaken during refinent.
This conjecture naturally stemd from the Talent Tree.
During the refining process of the Blood Race Sacred Blood, the Talent Tree incinerated everything detrintal to him, leaving only the non-threatening elents.
Thus, the treasure blood he condensed naturally differed significantly from Sacred Blood.
Although both can evoke the Blood Race bloodline, his treasure blood is undoubtedly much less lethal.
If the actual Sacred Blood is highly toxic, his treasure blood has toxic properties but is not as potent, which is why the Blood Servants faced less risk in refining it.
Of course, this was rely his hypothesis, yet to be confird.
It's also possible that Xiang Yin and other first-generation Blood Race mbers differ from ordinary Blood Races, capable of enduring greater perils due to their first-generation status during the refining process.
In any case, it was a positive scenario for Lu Ye.
Shortly, Xiang Yin and the others returned together.
Zhou Ran and Wang Taisheng's gaze at Lu Ye was distinctly different from before; previously, it was due to the suppression of Lu Ye's saintliness. Now it was genuine submission.
"Venerable Lord..." Xiang Yin looked at Lu Ye expectantly, almost reminding him not to break his word.
Lu Ye ignored her and instead looked at Xuan Yu: "Can it really be refined again?"
Xuan Yu answered cautiously: "We sisters are willing to give our utmost, and certainly will not disappoint the Venerable Lord!"
Lu Ye pondered briefly and flicked his fingers to release his last two drops of treasure blood, wanting to know if his assumption was correct.
The Snow Race sisters each got a drop of treasure blood and joyfully ran out to refine it.
Lu Ye sat upright, stretching his ntal Consciousness to investigate, hearing the sisters' intermittent cries of anguish.
Although the process was arduous, the outco was favorable. After more than half a day, Xiang Yin and her sister successfully refined the treasure blood, albeit with a slightly disheveled appearance, without much other issue.
Thus, Lu Ye finally confird one thing: his treasure blood differed from the Blood Race Sacred Blood, much less fatal.
This was undoubtedly good news, as he could thus confidently gather more allies. Although there were not many scattered cultivators left in this realm, having more is always beneficial, and each joining him could rapidly elevate their saintliness, undoubtedly playing a significant role in the future confrontation with Sacred Blood Summit.
After two days of rest, Xiang Yin and the four were dispatched by Lu Ye, tasked to search for scattered cultivators and bring them back.
Lu Ye himself remained at Black Prison Cliff, refining his treasure blood.
Initially having five drops of treasure blood, all consud over the past few days, he had to refine anew. Treasure blood refinent wasn't an easy feat, even with improved cultivation, taking at least half a month to refine a single drop, each refinent severely depleting his own foundation, needing substantial resources to replenish.
During the refining, Lu Ye suddenly opened his eyes slowly, standing up as Void Spirit Runes swiftly articulated beneath his feet, disappearing in a flash of light.
About 30 miles from Snowy Peak, a silhouette quietly lurked, staring at the leveled Snowy Peak with an expression of confusion.
Recently, Sacred Blood Summit received news of a newcor to this realm, whose saintliness was unprecedentedly strong and terrifying. Two Snow Race mbers from Snowy Peak were willing to defect to Sacred Blood Summit, leaking this person's whereabouts to them.
Bound to take action, Sacred Blood Summit promptly dispatched a Moon Jade Late Stage cultivator per Lih Tian's directive, carrying a red talisman for the kill. Had it not been for Lih Tian's other engagents, he intended to et this newcor personally.
However, that Moon Jade Late Stage cultivator quickly lost contact with the Sacred Blood Summit, presud dead with certainty.
This unsettled Sacred Blood Summit notably, prompting a further probe into the matter.
This Ghost Cultivator was dispatched for this very purpose, yet after his investigation, he was puzzled, clueless about his Moon Jade Late Stage companion's fate.
The red talisman must have been activated; otherwise, Snowy Peak wouldn't have vanished inexplicably, and indeed, residual traces of the red talisman's burst remained at Snowy Peak's disappearance site.
Logically, no cultivator could withstand the red talisman's power, let alone contend against it in Moon Jade Mid-Stage cultivation.
Then what about his companion's disappearance?
He thought of the Snow Race mber who passed information to Sacred Blood Summit. Now, uncovering the situation seed possible only by directly questioning that Snow Race individual.
Having made up his mind, the Ghost Cultivator prepared to leave the place first. However, upon turning, he suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, frozen in place.
Not far away in the sky stood a figure calmly gazing in his direction.
The Ghost Cultivator was deeply alard, having not detected the other's approach previously! This situation implied only one possibility: the opponent excelled even more in covert arts than he did.
Upon closer look, he seed to be in his twenties, with a long knife at his waist and a tight-fitting black and white robe, possessing a Moon Jade Mid-Stage cultivation. The ghost cultivator instantly knew the identity of the newcor.
Clearly, he was the newcor that the Snow Race ntioned!
As the ghost cultivator pondered, Lu Ye rely stared quietly at the direction in which he was lurking. This ghost cultivator was quite adept in the art of stealth, and even though Lu Ye activated the Insight Spirit Runes, he could only see so blurry traces and couldn't see through his true form.
Early on, when Lu Ye was taking Xiang Yin and her sister away from Listening Snowy Peak to Black Prison Cliff, he knew that the Sacred Blood Summit would surely send soone to investigate the situation here.
So, he left behind a Talent Tree Avatar to monitor the area.
The ghost cultivator arrived silently and would not have been detected if he hadn't leaked a trace of Mana fluctuation while investigating Listening Snowy Peak; even the Talent Tree Avatar might not have noticed him.
While observing, he found that the ghost cultivator remained motionless, seemingly naive to think that Lu Ye was looking in that direction purely by coincidence, without having discovered his trace.
Lu Ye stepped forward, surrounded by a fog of blood, and swept forward with a thunderous force.
In an instant, a Blood Sea spanned across, wrapping the surrounding space.
The ghost cultivator was almost ready to use his Escape Technique to leave as Lu Ye moved, but the terrifying suppression of saintliness caused his Mana to suddenly stagnate. When he ca back to his senses, he was already engulfed in the Blood Sea.
He scread out loud, eyes filled with terror, pupils trembling violently.
Although he had already heard from the Snow Race at Listening Snowy Peak about the newcor's intense saintliness, experiencing it firsthand made him realize it far exceeded his understanding.
Under the suppression of the other's saintliness, he felt like a rabbit encountering a tiger, only capable of trembling, with weak limbs, completely lacking the courage to resist.
In the thick Blood Sea, a figure slowly approached him.
The ghost cultivator bit his tongue to summon strength, fiercely stabbing his dirk forward, Mana surging and parting the Blood Sea.
However, this desperate strike had no effect. Lu Ye's long knife descended, not only blocking his dirk but also severing his arms.
The ghost cultivator staggered back, enduring the pain, sweat on his forehead as he watched the slowly approaching figure, knowing that this ti he was likely dood!
Soon, the Blood Sea dissipated, and Lu Ye, carrying the ghost cultivator who had completely lost the strength to resist, flew towards Black Prison Cliff.
Half a month passed, inside the cave residence, Lu Ye opened his eyes.
After half a month of effort, he finally condensed another drop of treasure blood, truly not an easy task.
He got up and walked to the side.
Soon, he arrived in a room where two figures were sitting upright, one of them the ghost cultivator he had captured alive earlier.
The ghost cultivator's severed arms had been reattached, and Lu Ye had no intention of restraining him, leaving only the Talent Tree Avatar to watch over him.
The ghost cultivator probably knew he couldn't escape, so he remained quiet during this ti, although he was anxious, unsure of what Lu Ye intended.
He had asked the Talent Tree Avatar nurous tis, yet it never responded.
Seeing Lu Ye's true self enter, the ghost cultivator glanced at the avatar, then at him, and asked, "What do you want?"
Neither killing nor releasing, it was truly tornting.
"Gift you an opportunity. Do you want it?" Lu Ye asked as he looked at him.
The ghost cultivator frowned, "What do you an?"
Lu Ye flicked his finger, and a freshly condensed treasure blood flew towards him. "Refine it, and you'll understand."
The ghost cultivator suspiciously eyed the treasure blood hovering before him, instinctively feeling it wasn't anything good, but the powerful saintliness contained within it was quite tempting.
"What is this?" the ghost cultivator asked.
"Refine it. You have no other choice," Lu Ye's voice was calm as water.
Upon hearing this, the ghost cultivator felt discouraged. At this point, he was like a fish on a chopping board, with no choices left. He vaguely guessed that this was probably a ans for the other to control him, so refining it shouldn't be too risky; if the other wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have brought him back alive.
Gazing deeply at Lu Ye, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the treasure blood.
In the next mont, he felt the drop of treasure blood transform into a living thing, penetrating into his flesh and blood.
A scream erupted...
Lu Ye stepped aside, quietly waiting and observing.
After half a day, as the golden light faded, the ghost cultivator lay prone on the ground, drenched in sweat, his body slightly trembling, looking miserable but ultimately alive.
Lu Ye beca more certain of his previous suspicions about treasure blood; otherwise, he couldn't explain why the Blood Race who refined his treasure blood all survived.
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