Chapter 981: Blood Spirit Immortal
Zhang Ruochen was naturally not someone who went looking for trouble. If he had a choice, he would definitely pick the easiest path.
The reason he had not made a move all along was that he was observing.
He would let the other Divine Son candidates settle their matches first, then decide how much of his strength to use to complete the second trial.
Preserving his strength as much as possible was the priority.
The current situation, for him, was the best possible outcome.
"By selecting a lower-tier Divine Son candidate, with my strength, I can win easily using only one-tenth of my power," Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
Without further deliberation, Zhang Ruochen began circulating his Saint Qi, pressing his right palm onto a protruding white bone and injecting the Saint Qi into it.
"Whoosh."
At the edge of the Blood God Altar's cliff, a piercing howl rang out.
In an instant, centered on the Blood God Altar, all the blood energy in heaven and earth began to swirl, forming a massive vortex with an impressive momentum.
"With Gu Linfeng's cultivation at the Fourth-Step Half-Saint, how can he draw such a powerful surge of blood energy?"
All the Divine Son candidates were baffled.
On the sixth level of the Blood God Altar, strands of blood energy converged, forming a blood energy cloud thirty zhang in diameter.
At the heart of the cloud, a silver light flickered.
Zhang Ruochen focused his eyesight, piercing through the cloud, and saw that the silver radiance was a long-haired man with a human head and a serpentine body.
Zhang Ruochen was not familiar with the successive Divine Sons of the Blood God Sect, so he had no idea who this person was, let alone his strength.
The long-haired man with a human head and serpentine body took a deep breath, drawing all the blood energy into his abdomen. He stood in midair, looking down at Zhang Ruochen below.
Though also a Fourth-Step Half-Saint, this man exuded an ancient, primordial aura, extremely majestic, like a human-shaped sacred mountain standing there.
"Why is there only one person?" Zhang Ruochen asked, somewhat surprised.
The long-haired man with a human head and serpentine body spoke calmly, "Since ancient times, I am the only one who has participated in the Divine Son contest at the Fourth-Step Half-Saint cultivation level. Therefore, your opponent can only be me."
Zhang Ruochen nodded as if suddenly understanding, "I see."
The long-haired man stared at Zhang Ruochen and shook his head, "You managed to reach the sixth level of the Blood God Altar, which proves your potential is immense. I don't want to kill you. Concede."
"Concede?"
Zhang Ruochen shook his head, his gaze resolute, "I will not concede. Today, no one can stop me from claiming the position of Divine Son."
At this moment, the other cultivators of the Blood God Sect were all racking their brains, trying to recall who this human-headed, serpent-bodied man was.
The records of successive Divine Sons in the scriptures contained no description of him.
At the top of the Blood God Altar, the saints of the Blood God Sect also wore puzzled expressions, all deep in thought.
"The scriptures have no record of this person. Who is he?"
Everyone was filled with doubt.
Just then, the Palace Master of the Qianzi Heavenly Palace, who managed all the scriptures of the Blood God Sect, revealed a look of astonishment in his eyes, "Among all the successive Divine Sons, only one is not recorded in the scriptures."
"Who?"
The Qianzi Heavenly Palace Master's expression was complex as he said, "The first Divine Son of the Blood God Sect, Blood Spirit Immortal."
Hearing this, the crowd showed both surprise and confusion.
Since he was the first Divine Son of the Blood God Sect, why was he not recorded in the scriptures?
The Qianzi Heavenly Palace Master continued, "Blood Spirit Immortal was the senior disciple of the Blood God Patriarch. When the Blood God Patriarch founded the Blood God Sect, Blood Spirit Immortal was already by his side. His talent was astonishing; during the Divine Son contest, he ascended to the eighth level of the Blood God Altar."
"Blood Spirit Immortal's achievements were also remarkable; he cultivated to become a Great Saint, nearly reaching godhood. However, after his power grew, he rebelled against the Blood God Sect, seeking to establish his own faction. He was eventually suppressed and killed by the Blood God Patriarch and was expunged from the sect's records."
Upon hearing the Qianzi Heavenly Palace Master's account, the crowd felt as if they were listening to a myth, deeply shaken.
"A figure from mythological legends, appearing before us?"
"Is this spiritual void body the heir of a god? Who could possibly be his match?"
"Blood Spirit Immortal was only a step away from becoming a god. If he were alive today, he would be the strongest in the Kunlun Realm. At the same cultivation level, blocking even one of his moves would be no easy feat."
At this moment, Huo Xin's lips curled into a smile.
Since Gu Linfeng's opponent was the first Divine Son, Blood Spirit Immortal, defeat was certain. Clearly, the position of Divine Son was already within his grasp.
"It's fate, all fate. Huo Xin originally had no chance to become Divine Son, but who would have thought Gu Linfeng's only opponent would be the strongest Divine Son in the Blood God Sect's history? Isn't this fate?"
Even Hai Lingyin and Wei Longxing felt somewhat dejected, having to admit that Huo Xin's luck was formidable, with all the good fortune falling into his lap.
"What the hell, this luck is just too outrageous."
Sun Dadi spat fiercely. Though unwilling, he had to admit that Huo Xin was about to become the new Divine Son of the Blood God Sect.
Everyone believed that upon learning Blood Spirit Immortal's identity, Gu Linfeng would surely concede.
If he did not concede, his life would be in danger.
Blood Spirit Immortal flew down from midair, landing opposite Zhang Ruochen. His lower body was entirely covered in silver scales, "I'll advise you one last time. Concede now while you still can. Once I strike, you won't even have the chance to surrender."
Zhang Ruochen was indeed somewhat speechless inside. He never expected to encounter the Blood God Sect's strongest Divine Son.
Such luck... there was no one else like it.
Having come this far, there was no reason to concede.
Blood Spirit Immortal was indeed a figure from mythological legends, but Zhang Ruochen's achievements, even in his youth, might surpass those of a god.
So what was there to fear?
Zhang Ruochen's gaze remained firm. He extended his hand, wearing the Seven Kill Fist Gloves, and assumed a fighting stance, "Let's fight! To be honest, I've always been curious—just how strong were the heroes from before the Middle Ages?"
Hearing Zhang Ruochen's words, the entire Blood God Sect erupted even more than when they had learned Blood Spirit Immortal's identity, like a pot boiling over.
Huo Xin was naturally quite surprised, but then a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Gu Linfeng, are you so unwilling to let the position of Divine Son go to me that you insist on seeking death?"
Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin also shook their heads repeatedly, feeling that Gu Linfeng was too careless with his life.
Even two such proud figures as themselves dared not fight Blood Spirit Immortal; engaging would likely cost them their lives.
Sun Dadi was momentarily stunned. Coming to his senses, he roared, "Boss Gu, impulse is a demon! Calm down, you must stay calm!"
The Blood God Sect's Holy Maiden's eyes showed disappointment, and she sighed softly, "I thought you were someone who knew how to bide your time, but I didn't expect the position of Divine Son to cloud your judgment. Challenging Blood Spirit Immortal—how could there be any way out?"
Ji Shui bit her lower lip, her gaze icy cold, muttering to herself, "Truly arrogant beyond measure."
Everyone believed that once Gu Linfeng challenged Blood Spirit Immortal, he was as good as dead.
"Let's guess—how many moves can Gu Linfeng withstand against Blood Spirit Immortal?" someone gloated.
"Several moves? Who is Blood Spirit Immortal? A Great Saint from the Middle Ages, someone who could challenge the Blood God Patriarch. Even if Blood Spirit Immortal only uses one finger, he could crush Gu Linfeng like an ant."
Zhang Ruochen stood straight, exuding a powerful confidence.
"Good! I never thought the Blood God Sect would produce a junior with such guts. I'll grant you a whole corpse."
Blood Spirit Immortal waved his arm, and from within the Blood God Altar came a creaking sound as a blood-red humanoid skeleton crawled out.
Blood Spirit Immortal's spiritual void body merged with the blood-red skeleton.
Blood Spirit Immortal extended a finger, its tip radiating a dazzling silver light. A powerful wave of energy spread outward.
Below the altar, the cultivators of the Blood God Sect looked up at the sixth level and saw a blinding silver light growing brighter and brighter.
It was as if Blood Spirit Immortal held a star in his hand.
"As expected of a Great Saint in his youth. Even a casual move is this terrifying. Not just a Fourth-Step Half-Saint, even a Seventh-Step Half-Saint might not be able to block this strike."
Blood Spirit Immortal pointed his finger, and a silver light, like a meteor tearing through the sky, descended toward Zhang Ruochen's head.
Many cultivators imagined Gu Linfeng's body shattering into a cloud of blood mist.
However, Zhang Ruochen met the attack head-on, continuously channeling Saint Qi into the Seven Kill Fist Gloves. Dense inscriptions emerged, like a spiderweb.
A powerful palm print struck out, colliding with Blood Spirit Immortal's finger.
"Boom."
A deafening explosion rang out on the sixth level of the Blood God Altar.
Gu Linfeng's body did not shatter. He merely flew backward over ten zhang before landing and steadying himself.
Even more astonishing, Blood Spirit Immortal took a step back to neutralize Gu Linfeng's palm force.
Gu Linfeng had actually forced Blood Spirit Immortal to retreat?
Many felt this scene was highly unreal.
If Blood Spirit Immortal's strength were enough to crush Gu Linfeng, he would not have retreated.
"Can Gu Linfeng actually withstand a few moves?"
The Blood God Sect's Holy Maiden's starry eyes were filled with shock. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and the image of Gu Linfeng in her heart was undergoing a earth-shattering transformation.
Gu Linfeng's strength seemed not as weak as everyone had imagined. He was also a remarkably monstrous existence. (To be continued.)