The disciples of Blood Stream Sect looked as if they might burst into tears at any mont. Desperate, they watched Yan Xiaobao wave his sleeve, their hearts filled with hatred. Monts ago, they were clamoring about how to kill him, but now they had no choice but to bow their heads.
"Greetings, Dharma Protector of the night! Greetings!"
"Greetings, Dharma Protector of the night!" As they offered their greetings, each person gritted their teeth and bowed their heads. Yan Xiaobao felt proud of himself, yet his expression remained solemn and grave. With a dark smile, he gazed at the crowd.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuchang gritted his teeth and said, "Dharma Protector, encrypted by night, the disciples are willing to offer you everything I have in exchange for a single Foundation Establishnt Pill..."
Soon, everyone was echoing his words. There was no eruption of conflict; they were rely trying to please Yan Xiaobao, hoping to secure a pill for themselves.
To them, the Foundation Establishnt Pill was incredibly rare. If they missed this opportunity, it might take a long ti before another one erged.
All they needed was one of these pills, and they would qualify to take a significant step forward. Just the thought made them all anxious.
A gleam of determination could be seen in Zhao Wuchang's bloodshot eyes. His family was in decline, and recently new Foundation cultivators had been recruited by rival tribes.
If he didn't reach the Foundation soon, his entire family might be wiped out, and quite likely, him too!
Zhao Wuchang recalled his thoughts, clenched his teeth, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to Yan Xiaobao. Then he pressed his finger to his forehead, and as a drop of blood appeared, it flashed. Shockingly, the blood contained a tiny portion of his soul!
He was using secret magic he had mastered long ago. Given his current cultivation level, using it caused considerable backlash. Even as the Soul Blood appeared, his face turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then he looked up at Yan Xiaobao, his voice hoarse and filled with madness, he said, "Dharma Protector, encrypted by night. If you let enter the Foundation, I will serve as your slave for a cycle of sixty years!"
All the other disciples gasped for breath, watching Zhao Wuchang with emotional upheaval. Although they all dearly wanted a Foundation Establishnt Pill, none were as decisive as he was.
Their faces fell. None of them possessed the kind of magic that could produce Soul Blood, and even if they did, they wouldn't use it like this.
The Foundation Establishnt Pill was rare, but no one said they wouldn't have another chance to obtain a pill on a different occasion.
Shaken, Yan Xiaobao cast a long glance at Zhao Wuchang, then glanced at the Soul Blood. He wasn't new to the Cultivation World, and he had heard of such things. After muttering to himself for a while, he waved his hand, and the Soul Blood flew over, vanishing at his fingertips.
A very strange sensation suddenly filled him. He could tell that, at this very mont, even just thinking about this part could end Zhao Wuchang's life. It was a terrifying level of control, sowhat reminiscent of his human-control great magic.
After a mont of silence, he said darkly, "Zhao Wuchang!"
His stern expression caused the hearts of all the other disciples to tremble.
Zhao Wuchang raised his head, his eyes filled with respect.
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