Chapter 974: Wei Longxing
“Big brother, please teach me how to comprehend the ‘Blood God Diagram.’ I also want to cultivate the Blood Spirit Meridians. If I one day achieve a saintly physical body, I will never forget your kindness.”
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to carefully experience the wonders of the ten Blood Spirit Meridians, he saw the young boy from the Spirit Monkey Half-Human Clan transform into a red shadow, spreading his arms and lunging toward him.
“What are you doing?”
Afraid of being knocked over, Zhang Ruochen immediately activated his movement technique and dodged aside.
The Spirit Monkey Half-Human Clan youth crashed to the ground, his chest sliding across the floor for over ten meters. Agile as he was, he flipped back to his feet, realizing he had been too excited and lost his composure.
Reining in his emotions, he said, “My name is Sun Dadi. Half a year ago, I joined the Blood God Sect. I hope big brother can guide me on the method to comprehend the ‘Blood God Diagram.’”
At the same time, Ji Shui and the gray-robed elder also approached.
It was only then that Zhang Ruochen recalled that, in the past thousand years, only one person in the entire Blood God Sect had fully comprehended the ‘Blood God Diagram.’
Now that he had become the second, it had likely caused quite a stir.
Not wanting to reveal the secret of his Divine Mark Eye, Zhang Ruochen said, “I can’t guide you. To comprehend the ‘Blood God Diagram,’ it all depends on personal fate.”
Sun Dadi was clearly dissatisfied with Zhang Ruochen’s answer and continued to stare at him with hopeful eyes.
The gray-robed elder said, “The extraordinary person from a thousand years ago also said that comprehending the ‘Blood God Diagram’ depends on personal fate, and no outsider can guide you.” Hearing this, Sun Dadi finally gave up, sighing in dejection.
Zhang Ruochen, noticing the revived gray-robed elder, immediately stepped forward to pay his respects.
The gray-robed elder nodded, scrutinized him closely, and asked, “Which master’s disciple are you?”
“My master’s master is Haiming Dharma King,” Zhang Ruochen replied.
A flicker of surprise passed through the gray-robed elder’s eyes. “Your talent is exceptional, and your future achievements will be boundless. However, before you achieve a saintly physical body, it’s best not to reveal the secret of cultivating ten Blood Spirit Meridians, lest it bring deadly trouble.”
With that, the gray-robed elder’s gaze shifted to Ji Shui and Sun Dadi.
Instantly, Ji Shui and Sun Dadi felt an overwhelming, majestic pressure bearing down on them. It seemed that with just a thought from the gray-robed elder, they would be annihilated in both form and spirit.
They immediately knelt on one knee and said in unison, “We disciples dare not reveal the secret.”
Zhang Ruochen was quite startled. He hadn’t expected that an old man guarding the ‘Blood God Diagram’ would possess such terrifying cultivation.
Ji Shui and Sun Dadi were both high-level Half-Saints, yet they couldn’t withstand a single glance from him.
No wonder the Blood God Sect was one of the seven great ancient sects. It truly harbored hidden dragons and crouching tigers, allowing it to contend with the Tai Chi Dao and the imperial court in Tiantai Prefecture.
In the end, the gray-robed elder didn’t kill Ji Shui and Sun Dadi, merely intimidating them.
Then, he sat back down cross-legged, seeming to turn into a stone statue, all his aura completely concealed into nothingness.
The three of them descended the mountain. Sun Dadi still felt a lingering fear. “That old man’s cultivation is terrifying. Even Half-Saints are like ants before him.”
Ji Shui remained silent but suddenly stopped and fixed his gaze on Sun Dadi. “Half a year ago, the master of the Kun Heavenly Palace traveled to the Eastern Sea and brought back a youth. That should be you, right?”
“Hehe.”
Sun Dadi gave an awkward laugh but didn’t deny it.
Ji Shui continued, “According to the Qian Heavenly Palace’s assessment, your chance of becoming the Divine Son is as high as fifty percent, second only to Hai Lingyin and Wei Longxing.”
Hearing this, even Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked at Sun Dadi with surprise.
Zhang Ruochen always felt that Sun Dadi was missing a screw, somewhat flippant, lacking the steadiness expected of a Half-Saint, and didn’t seem like a strong cultivator.
Sun Dadi said, “What’s fifty percent? Compared to Boss Gu, it’s far off. If news spreads that he’s cultivated ten Blood Spirit Meridians, he wouldn’t even need to participate in the Divine Son selection battle; he’d be directly appointed as the Divine Son.”
“Try spreading that news,” Ji Shui said coldly.
Sun Dadi immediately shut his mouth, shrinking his neck, and secretly glanced toward the top of Qianyuan Mountain. He made a shushing gesture and whispered, “Just joking, don’t take it seriously.”
Sun Dadi believed that Zhang Ruochen’s achievement would surely surpass that of the extraordinary person from a thousand years ago. So, he immediately acknowledged Zhang Ruochen as his boss and refused to change his address even after death.
The three continued down the mountain.
Sun Dadi was a chatterbox, unable to stay quiet for even a moment. “That old man at the top must hold a high position in the Blood God Sect. Since he knows Boss Gu’s talent is so extraordinary, why doesn’t he directly tell the sect leader to appoint Boss Gu as the Divine Son?”
Ji Shui and Zhang Ruochen remained calm, ignoring him.
Sun Dadi pressed on, “Do you think that old man is still testing Boss Gu’s strength?”
“Or maybe he thinks making Boss Gu the Divine Son would be too conspicuous and arouse suspicion from other ancient sects?”
Just then, Zhang Ruochen suddenly stopped and looked toward a purple-green lake below.
Voices came from the lakeshore.
The purple-green lake was located halfway up Qianyuan Mountain. Its waters were clear, surrounded by swirling saintly qi, and the scenery was beautiful—undoubtedly a prime cultivation spot.
At that moment, the Blood God Sect’s Holy Maiden and several Divine Son candidates were boating on the lake, discussing the Dao, and talking about recent major events in the Kunlun Realm.
A young man in five-colored saintly armor stood at the center of the group, walking side by side with the Holy Maiden.
He was over two meters tall, robust and sturdy, exuding an imposing aura like a world-suppressing war god, overshadowing all other Divine Son candidates.
This man was the Blood God Sect’s prodigy, Wei Longxing, who had just returned from the Ruins Realm battlefield.
According to the Qian Heavenly Palace’s assessment, Wei Longxing had a sixty percent chance of becoming the Divine Son, second only to Hai Lingyin.
Wei Longxing walked alongside the Blood God Sect’s Holy Maiden, one radiating five-colored light, the other surrounded by saintly radiance, like a war god and a goddess walking together, earning the envy of many.
“When I left the Ruins Realm battlefield, I learned that the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm will completely collapse within the next few months. When that happens, there will surely be another division of spoils. All the major medieval aristocratic clans and the seven great ancient sects will definitely participate,” Wei Longxing said.
All the Divine Son candidates present were visibly moved.
The Azure Dragon Ruins Realm was one of the largest ruins realms outside the Kunlun Realm, having existed for countless millennia and giving birth to many native strong cultivators.
Some of those native strong cultivators had even earned great renown in the Kunlun Realm.
Now, such an ancient ruins realm was finally facing spiritual qi depletion and heading toward extinction.
“Is this why the sect leader is in such a hurry to select a new Divine Son?” a Divine Son candidate asked.
Wei Longxing nodded. “It’s said that the seven great ancient sects have already begun intensive preparations, with their Divine Sons and Holy Maidens emerging from seclusion. By then, figures on the ‘Half-Saint Ranking’ might also appear.”
The Blood God Sect’s Holy Maiden’s apricot eyes shimmered with light, and she said softly, “With Brother Wei’s cultivation, you could probably already make it onto the ‘Half-Saint Ranking,’ right?”
Wei Longxing’s eyes sharpened with strong confidence. “My cultivation is only half a step away from the Saint realm. Whether I make it onto the ‘Half-Saint Ranking’ or not doesn’t matter to me.”
Though he said this, everyone could tell he was being disingenuous. He was quite eager for a spot on the ‘Half-Saint Ranking.’
Making it onto the ‘Half-Saint Ranking’ was a supreme honor.
Bai Yu, following behind the Blood God Sect’s Holy Maiden, looked displeased and said sarcastically, “As far as I know, the nine Realm Sons have already emerged from seclusion and will surely occupy all nine spots on the ‘Half-Saint Ranking.’ For others to get on it is no easy feat.”
Wei Longxing glanced sideways at Bai Yu with disdain. “A frog at the bottom of a well dares to talk about the ‘Half-Saint Ranking’?”
“Who are you calling a frog at the bottom of a well?”
Bai Yu had long been irritated by Wei Longxing. Ever since he returned, the Holy Maiden had been boating and chatting with him, laughing and talking freely.
In the Holy Maiden’s eyes, it seemed there were no other Divine Son candidates left.
Wei Longxing shook his head. “I called you a frog at the bottom of a well, and you still dare to talk back?”
Bai Yu’s gaze turned to the Blood God Sect’s Holy Maiden, only to see a hint of a smile on her beautiful face, as if she were mocking him.
The anger in Bai Yu’s heart surged completely.
With a flick of his finger, he formed a sword technique, creating a sky full of sword light that emitted a “clattering” sound as it shot straight toward Wei Longxing.
Wei Longxing stood still, not moving an inch.
The sword qi struck his body, producing a series of “thudding” sounds before dissipating entirely.
“How is that possible?”
Bai Yu’s expression changed.
He was, after all, a third-rank Half-Saint. Even if Wei Longxing was strong, he shouldn’t be able to neutralize his attack without moving.
The other Divine Son candidates were also extremely shocked, clicking their tongues in amazement.
“Even if Wei Longxing stands still, Bai Yu probably can’t harm him. With such cultivation, he’s likely no weaker than the figures on the ‘Half-Saint Ranking.’”
Wei Longxing said, “I called you a frog at the bottom of a well, but you just wouldn’t believe it.”
“Whoosh.”
A black shadowy soul flew out from Wei Longxing’s body, rushed in front of Bai Yu, and with a flick of its sleeve, sent Bai Yu flying.
With a “plop,” Bai Yu fell into the lake, splashing a large amount of water.
Then, the black shadowy soul flew back into Wei Longxing’s body.
From start to finish, Wei Longxing hadn’t moved a muscle. Yet his strength had completely intimidated all the Divine Son candidates present.
In the distance, on the mountain path, Zhang Ruochen, Sun Dadi, and Ji Shui also watched this scene.
Sun Dadi drew in a cold breath. “Wei Longxing is truly a prodigy of his generation. He’s likely to become a saint before he’s a hundred.”
“Fortunately, the selection of the Divine Son is based on talent and potential. If it were based on combat strength, no one would be a match for Wei Longxing,” Ji Shui said. (To be continued.)