Little Taotie praised, "Head Grandpa, you’re such a good liar, I almost believed you. If it weren’t for my blood being able to break the formation, I might have thrown it away."
Is this sothing to be praised?
Shen Cang’s mouth twitched slightly, helplessly shaking his head.
Little Taotie found an eye dropper bottle from the inside pocket of his small pouch, the blood inside still bright red.
Shen Cang gently pressed the eye dropper bottle, letting a drop of blood fall from the tip.
Using the eye dropper bottle controlled the amount perfectly.
"Blood!" The old man’s eyes suddenly shone brightly, staring intently at the drop of blood.
"I want it!"
He suddenly rushed over!
Little Taotie punched out, but didn’t send him flying, only leaving a bruise on his eye. The old man ignored Little Taotie, srized, leaping toward the drop of blood in Shen Cang’s palm.
"Give it to !" The old man reached out to snatch it.
Shen Cang’s expression darkened, and a "curse" appeared, the characters crawling like dense ants.
The seemingly harmless ants, once touching the old man’s spiritual body, made it transparent for a mont.
The old man shuddered, trying to shake off the ants, his eyes still locked onto the drop of blood.
Shen Cang clasped his palms together, covering the blood in his hand, "Hua Jinyan, hold him off for three breaths for ."
"Okay."
Hua Jinyan stepped forward, standing in front of the cross-legged Shen Cang.
The old man angrily looked at Shen Cang’s clasped hands, as if wanting to pierce through them with his gaze to extract that drop of blood.
Shen Cang had already begun refining the drop of blood, the old man furiously shouted, "Kid, if you don’t want to die, get out of the way!"
Hua Jinyan’s gaze was neither joyful nor sorrowful, as calm as an ancient well, unfathomably deep. He lightly moved his lips, saying one word: "Roll."
The old man’s body moved uncontrollably, rolling backward on the spot, fulfilling the word literally.
"Damn it!" The old man tried to break free from this weird rule power, but to no avail, instead panting heavily as he kept rolling backward, utterly embarrassed.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Afterward, behind Hua Jinyan, Shen Cang opened his palms, the blood within disappeared, his hands resting flat on his knees, as if engaged in sothing else.
The old man rolled back to the village entrance, the weird rule power on him vanished. Seeing Shen Cang’s empty palms made him nearly burst with rage, letting out an angry roar.
The villagers in the settlent instantly transford into clusters of new ghost fires, rging once again into the old man’s ghost fire, making it stronger.
"If I can’t have it, no one else can!"
The old man roared, throwing the ghost fire at Shen Cang.
In an instant, the old man seed drained, rapidly becoming emaciated, like a mummy, but his eyes remained extrely bright, fixed on the ghost fire, waiting for it to burn everything down.
Three breaths.
Just as the ghost fire was about to reach Shen Cang’s head, the third breath ended, and Shen Cang achieved enlightennt. In an inhalation, he broke through, during the breakthrough, an intense light ford a small whirlwind above Shen Cang’s head, eagerly absorbing the Spiritual Energy within the Secret Realm.
The old man watched helplessly as that cluster of ghost fire was sucked into the whirlwind, frantically spiraling and decomposing.
At this mont, the whirlwind above Shen Cang’s head was like a rotating blender, everything within was decomposed and stirred into the most suitable form for Shen Cang to absorb.
The old man’s attempt to attack Shen Cang by throwing the ghost fire ended up becoming a "great tonic" for his breakthrough. The entire Ghost was in disarray, eyes glazed, body trembling, rapidly becoming transparent...
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