Lin Chuan's entire body was covered in wounds, yet rather than feeling pain, he felt a strange excitent accompanied by unbearable itching, making him want to laugh. But he held back, for the battle must continue; he hadn't yet achieved his goal, how could he retreat now!
After lying on the ground for three minutes, once he felt slightly better, Lin Chuan stood up again. His mind had cald down, realizing he couldn't proceed so recklessly. Earlier he had lost control, acting impulsively, which was understandable. But now, having regained his composure, he couldn't allow himself to act rashly. Revenge was necessary.
Lin Chuan pondered ways to enhance his power, seeing this as the crucial issue. But how could he do so? His gaze swept around, ultimately fixating on the body lying nearby.
He recalled the gentleman's words about his cultivation thod, which involved enhancing one's strength through blood consumption. Lin Chuan had never tried it, deeming such actions inhuman. But now, he reconsidered, believing this to be the truly human course of action.
To Lin Chuan, the lifeless body before him was no longer human but beastly—responsible for the slaughter of his brothers. This realization dissipated all his misgivings; human thoughts shift with circumstances. Now, with his mindset changed, drinking so blood seed insignificant. After all, it was just blood, wasn't it? As a soldier, he had bitten live rats, consuming their blood and flesh to survive. How could he hesitate now?
Fear still lingered in Lin Chuan's heart; before him lay not an animal carcass but a living person. Hesitation gripped him—why did his courage seem lessened? Perhaps maturity brought contemplation.
Lin Chuan pulled Blue Amber from the body, watching as crimson blood dripped enticingly like fine wine. An inexplicable urge stirred within, compelling him to drink the blood. This was no illusion but a full-fledged impulse.
Lin Chuan knew drinking might enhance his strength, yet the urge incited unease, as if great events would unfold upon consumption.
The Jade Talisman given by Wang Penglai continuously flickered, seemingly warning Lin Chuan of dangers. Unconcerned, he mustered courage, pressing his lips closer to Blue Amber, sensing its sharp aura and powerful presence.
Would he really drink it? Hesitation struck again as if hearing a familiar voice, trembling and akin to his own.
Discarding all worries to avoid further regret, Lin Chuan slashed his lip with Blue Amber confidently, sure he wouldn't hurt himself. But he overestimated his control, inflicting injury. Blood rged with his own as his lips were cut.
Initially, Lin Chuan felt only the pain of the wound, yet surprise soon arose. Sothing stirred in his abdon—not a child but an energy form akin to his yellow True Qi, yet this was red, bearing heavy wickedness.
The sensation grew stronger, nearing collapse from the intensity. Unable to restrain this True Qi, Lin Chuan radiated it involuntarily, as if draped in a red, water-like garnt—fluid and ready to slip away. Gratitude erged, for his soul remained intact despite an uncontrollable body and struggles thwarting his plans.
"No!" Images of countless brothers dying consud his mind, conjured by imagination yet horrifyingly accurate—more real than reality. His eyes flashed red, and the red True Qi released in a burst of hate. In a sliver of consciousness, Lin Chuan unleashed it, miraculously regaining so clarity.
The red True Qi strengthened imasurably, surpassing his own Yellow True Qi despite not reaching the Sword Control Stage. Excitent mingled with fear; he relied on blood now for power, overlooking dire consequences. Blood was surprisingly delightful, akin to fine wine...
Attempting to manipulate it revealed red True Qi was simpler to control than yellow, sparking intrigue to forsake the yellow completely.
Marks adorned Lin Chuan's chest and blood dripped from his lips, yet he felt none of it, focused solely on revenge, oblivious to his predicant.
The red aura acted like a poppy, beautiful yet insidiously eroding his soul, first numbing his body before clouding his mind.
Suddenly, people surged from the grass, lunging at Lin Chuan, deploying various hidden weapons.
The red True Qi spun around him autonomously, enabling Lin Chuan to unleash formidable power despite lacking skill; the Qi seed to possess its own thoughts.
Dodging attacks, Lin Chuan darted among bodies like a demonic clown, each kill boosting his strength—and dependence on blood increased, further weakening ntal control.
All adversaries are also superpower users; Lin Chuan wondered where they ca from. Any siding against him was enemy—he'd show no rcy.
Within enemy ranks, varied lights glowed, colorful against the dark sky, the real focal point. Lin Chuan—this faint blood-red presence—paled in comparison.
Facing many capable opponents alone, Lin Chuan exerted utmost effort, proving his resilience through a crimson whirlwind. Unaware of mounting injuries, he battled fiercely, enthralling in the bloodshed.
Nerve numbing from the red True Qi robbed Lin Chuan of fatigue or pain awareness—nothing mattered but slaughter and bloodlust.
Blue Amber, Lin Chuan's trusted weapon, appeared blood-stained, its iron seemingly transford by blood or Qi. After fighting for nearly an hour, the opponents wised up, distancing and attacking remotely. Despite superpowers, theirs were basic enhancents comparable to Yin Spirits Lin Chuan faced in the hellish realm.
Amidst assault, Lin Chuan neared insanity; red Qi expanded four ters, any who entered faced pulverization, their blood splashing Lin Chuan. Drinking rejuvenated his dwindling Qi, perpetuated by endless slaughter.
"What should we do!" Faced with Lin Chuan, a debate ensued among opponents. They exchanged glances, mighty adversaries yet arrived; Lin Chuan stood unchallenged, rendering them casualties unjustly. Yet options were limited against an invincible Lin Chuan—either he perished, or they did.
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