Chapter 933: Ming Sect
Grand Minister of Works, Second Minister of Works, and nearly a hundred disciples of the Mysterious Realm Sect were all gathered in a courtyard within the mansion. The battle outside had little impact on them.
Just now, all the disciples of the Mysterious Realm Sect had witnessed Zhang Ruochen display his divine might, single-handedly shattering the sacred artifacts of the three elders of the Blood Dragon Hall.
Now, as Zhang Ruochen appeared before them, he naturally received countless gazes of reverence.
In the Kunlun Realm, as long as one was strong, they could earn respect and admiration wherever they went, let alone the fact that Zhang Ruochen had saved their lives.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes emitted a faint sacred light as he swept his gaze across the crowd.
He noticed that these disciples of the Mysterious Realm Sect were all young talents with some potential—not top-tier, but still above average.
Among them, a few even had considerable latent potential. If carefully nurtured, they might soar to great heights.
If he could win them over and cultivate them, they could become his direct subordinates.
Standing before them, Zhang Ruochen got straight to the point: “Tonight, the Blood Dragon Hall should be wiped out. From now on, you will regain your freedom, with no more worries.”
Hearing this, the Mysterious Realm Sect disciples were all extremely excited, weeping with joy.
Having experienced two major ups and downs in a single day, some of the younger disciples couldn’t control their emotions. They knelt on one knee and bowed to Zhang Ruochen.
“Thank you, senior, for avenging the Mysterious Realm Sect. Your kindness will never be forgotten.”
“The infamous Blood Dragon Hall has finally received its just punishment.”
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Even though Zhang Ruochen’s appearance was very young, the Mysterious Realm Sect disciples firmly believed he must be an elderly Half-Saint. Only because of his profound cultivation had he slowed aging and maintained a youthful face.
Thus, they addressed him as “senior.”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t bother to explain and continued, “Now, you have two choices. First, you can leave the Black Market right now and embark on a new path of cultivation.”
“Second, you can choose to become my disciples and follow me in training. I can provide you with a sacred cultivation ground, inexhaustible cultivation resources, and the most top-tier cultivation techniques. Every so often, Half-Saints and Saints will give you lectures. I have confidence that within three years, every one of you will become strong enough to stand on your own.”
As the Sky-Connecting Divine Tree continued to grow, the Scroll World had also become increasingly vast. It had already given birth to spiritual veins and medicinal herbs, transforming into a true cultivation sanctuary.
For this reason, Zhang Ruochen planned to make the Scroll World more vibrant and lively, while also taking this opportunity to establish his own force.
The conditions Zhang Ruochen offered naturally tempted the Mysterious Realm Sect disciples.
After all, in the Mysterious Realm Sect, they couldn’t learn top-tier techniques and martial skills, and they rarely had the chance to receive guidance from Half-Saints.
Now that the Mysterious Realm Sect had been destroyed, they were homeless rogue cultivators, and their future cultivation path would only be harder.
A Half-Saint-level senior willing to take them in was already a very good destination.
One rather attractive female disciple asked, “May I ask what the name of your sect is, senior?”
The other Mysterious Realm Sect disciples, though already determined to follow Zhang Ruochen in cultivation, were still curious about what kind of sect they would join.
Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and uttered two words: “Ming Sect.”
It was on this day that Zhang Ruochen took the first step he had always wanted to take—establishing his own sect.
Of course, the current Ming Sect had only recruited a group of young people with mediocre talent, far from being comparable to the glorious and prosperous Bright Hall of today.
For the next three years, the first-generation disciples of the Ming Sect would remain in the Scroll World to cultivate.
Three years in the outside world meant thirty years in the Scroll World.
With the resources in the Scroll World, thirty years would be enough for them to grow into top-tier experts.
Of course, the Ming Sect still lacked core top-tier experts. Zhang Ruochen himself counted as one, and Han Qiu, who was about to break through to the Half-Saint realm, could barely count as another.
Beyond that, only the three barbarian beasts—Xiao Hei, the Devouring Rabbit Elephant, and the Demon Ape—were presentable.
As for the Blood Moon Ghost King, since she hadn’t fully submitted to Zhang Ruochen, she couldn’t be counted for now.
Murong Yue was quite loyal to Zhang Ruochen, but staying in the Black Market First Class Hall allowed her to be most effective.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen planned to wait until the time was right before letting Murong Yue join the Ming Sect.
With the Ming Sect’s current strength, it was already enough to contend with some weaker Saint clans, lacking only some foundation.
At this stage, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t in a hurry to develop the Ming Sect aggressively, because his biggest weakness was still his insufficient cultivation.
Improving his cultivation was the most important thing.
Zhang Ruochen stayed in the Scroll World, took out a drop of divine blood, and began to refine it, racing against time to boost his cultivation.
By the time Murong Yue returned, Zhang Ruochen had already refined two drops of divine blood, and his cultivation had improved somewhat.
“How did it go?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Murong Yue took out two metal boxes and placed them before Zhang Ruochen, then opened them to reveal two bloody heads.
They were the Blood Dragon Hall Master and the Blood Dragon Young Master.
“Not a single heretical cultivator in the Blood Dragon Hall’s main altar survived; all were killed. Even the Blood Dragon Ridge sank into the ground, leaving no trace,” Murong Yue said, wiping the blood off her hands calmly.
Zhang Ruochen walked over to the Blood Dragon Young Master, stared at him for a moment, and then performed the Formless and Formless Thirty-Six Transformations.
“Crackle.”
His figure, appearance, and aura underwent astonishing changes in an extremely short time, soon becoming identical to the Blood Dragon Young Master, flawless.
Murong Yue’s eyes showed admiration. “Your Highness’s transformation technique is absolutely perfect. Even if Haiming Dharma King were here, or even if the Blood Dragon Young Master’s father, Gu Yan, were still alive, he probably couldn’t tell the difference.”
Then, Murong Yue’s tone shifted. “Appearance, figure, and aura can all be changed, but the cultivation technique is hard to fake. That’s a bit troublesome.”
Zhang Ruochen asked, “What technique did the Blood Dragon Young Master practice?”
“It’s a ghost-grade upper-rank technique, the Blood Dragon Hall’s signature technique, called the ‘Blood Dragon Scripture,’” Murong Yue said.
Zhang Ruochen recalled that when the Blood Dragon Young Master attacked, a blood dragon’s soul had indeed burst from his body, greatly enhancing his power.
Zhang Ruochen asked, “Did you find the ‘Blood Dragon Scripture’?”
Murong Yue nodded, took a palm-sized blood-red scale from her space bracelet, and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen took it and saw that the scale’s surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting one’s image.
A very pure dragon aura emanated from the scale, suggesting it might have come from a Saint-level blood dragon.
“Whoosh!”
Zhang Ruochen infused sacred qi into the scale, and its surface revealed dense, tiny characters—the ten layers of the “Blood Dragon Scripture.”
After studying for two hours, Zhang Ruochen memorized the entire “Blood Dragon Scripture” and had already grasped the true meaning of the first seven layers’ formulas.
He put away the dragon scale and smiled slightly. “As expected of a ghost-grade upper-rank technique. There are still some things worth learning from.”
Seeing Zhang Ruochen’s relaxed demeanor, Murong Yue asked, “Does Your Highness already have a strategy?”
Zhang Ruochen nodded. “The essence of the ‘Blood Dragon Scripture’ is to refine a dragon soul into the body, merging it with one’s own blood. Use blood to nourish the dragon soul, and use the dragon soul to strengthen the body.”
“Coincidentally, I recently obtained a powerful dragon soul and was planning to refine it to practice the tenth palm of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm.”
“As long as I have a dragon soul in my body, I can easily disguise myself as someone who has practiced the ‘Blood Dragon Scripture,’ enough to fool anyone.”
To rush to the Blood God Sect as quickly as possible, Zhang Ruochen left the Yuan Mansion alone that very day and headed for Zhouwan Sacred Land.
Murong Yue did not accompany Zhang Ruochen but stayed temporarily at the Yuan Mansion to continue cleaning up the remnants of the Blood Dragon Hall, eliminating all hidden dangers.
Before leaving, Zhang Ruochen temporarily left the Grand Minister of Works and Second Minister of Works by Murong Yue’s side, planning to reunite with them at Zhouwan Sacred Land.
He also instructed Murong Yue to help find Ling Feiyu’s whereabouts and notify him immediately if there was any news.
After arranging everything, Zhang Ruochen transformed into the Blood Dragon Young Master, sat on Xiao Hei’s back, and left the Yuan Mansion.
Xiao Hei spread his large black wings and flew above the clouds at an altitude of several thousand zhang, pushing his speed to the limit.
“At your speed, we should reach Zhouwan Sacred Land in eight days. Eight days is enough for me to refine the dragon soul,” Zhang Ruochen calculated silently.
Xiao Hei’s face fell. “The distance between the Yuan Mansion and Zhouwan Sacred Land is at least two million li. An ordinary martial artist would probably spend a lifetime unable to cross such a vast territory. Unless I travel day and night without rest, it’s impossible to get there in eight days.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Exactly, we need to travel day and night without rest.”
Zhang Ruochen had a feeling that Shengshu Cainü might not necessarily be dead after falling into the Endless Abyss.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to get there as fast as possible.
What if she wasn’t dead?
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze looked toward the Blood God Sect’s location, and he let out a long sigh, filled with both deep guilt and self-blame, as well as some faint, ethereal hope.
(Second chapter may not be finished tonight, so everyone should rest early.
If there’s no update before tomorrow morning, it only means one thing—
That is, it will be updated tomorrow noon or afternoon.)