Chapter 304: Blood Essence

Chapter 304: Blood Essence

A blood-red radiance rose and flashed by.

The civilians on the hilltop stared wide-eyed.

The young boy Yaji clutched his grimy sister tightly, his pupils contracting sharply.

“This… this was done by Mr. Qi?”

The scene before him nearly surpassed Yaji’s imagination.

Even modern weapons could hardly create such a terrifying sight.

If one thing could describe it, perhaps only the special effects of a terrifying deity’s attack in a movie could compare.

But that was merely a movie, wildly exaggerating the power of gods.

Yet it fell short of the shock this scene delivered.

Yaji’s young heart swelled with a myriad of emotions.

“Is he… on par with the gods?”

Meanwhile, in the camp, within the steel prison building.

A flicker of surprise passed through Huan’s eyes.

“The sound… has stopped!”

Beside Huan, a bearded man widened his eyes: “A red light flashed… and then nothing?”

They were locked deep in the dungeon.

Yet even so, they had heard the earlier gunfire and cannonade.

At first, they thought the camp was under attack, their hearts uneasy, uncertain of what awaited them.

Because they never imagined this camp could be breached.

After all, this was within Wugui Country.

With three thousand soldiers stationed, it was hard for Yuelang Country to strike deep into the heartland.

Such a high-intensity war could not be hastily organized by Yuelang Country.

They assumed it was a small-scale raid.

But then, suddenly, the world turned blood-red for an instant.

That sight left Huan utterly stunned.

The bearded man locked in with him was equally baffled, not knowing what had happened.

Especially after that massive blood-red flash, a rumbling sound followed, and then the entire camp fell eerily silent.

The gunfire and cannonade vanished, and there were no alarms.

The soldiers stationed in the dungeon seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

It was, in truth, rather unsettling.

“What on earth happened?”

“Why is there no sound at all?”

The two were utterly perplexed.

The blood-red light lingered in their minds.

Neither had any idea what had occurred.

Tap, tap.

Just then, footsteps approached.

The soft footsteps echoed clearly and loudly in the dungeon.

Both held their breath, then sighed in relief.

Footsteps meant the camp was fine.

The stationed soldiers must be on patrol.

They turned to look toward the source of the footsteps.

There stood an iron door, the dungeon’s only entrance and exit.

Suddenly, at that moment, a blood-red flash streaked by.

Before they could even be shocked, the iron door burst apart, sliced through like tofu.

This sight truly startled Huan and the bearded man.

“What… what’s going on? What weapon? Who?” The bearded man’s mind swarmed with questions.

And then, from the shattered iron door, a slender, well-proportioned figure emerged, a smile on his handsome, ethereal face.

“Huan, I’ve come to take you away.”

“Qi… Mr. Qi!”

When he saw that face, Huan’s heart churned with tumultuous waves.

The bearded man paused, then looked at Huan: “You know each other? What’s going on?”

The phrase he had uttered most today was “What’s going on?”

Qi Yuan stood still, gazing at Huan, and said slowly, “Two days ago, I received a call from your wife, saying you were in trouble in Wugui Country, captured by their military.

So I came here to bring you back.”

Qi Yuan spoke lightly.

Huan’s heart trembled, then filled with gratitude.

The bearded man was taken aback, then said, “So all that commotion upstairs was your doing? Your team is formidable, and… that blood-red light—what weapon is it? Why have I never heard of it?”

The bearded man seemed to have a thousand whys in his heart.

He also voiced Huan’s confusion.

Qi Yuan looked at them both and said calmly, “That blood-red light was naturally a sword’s radiance.

Now, follow me and return to Qinyuan Country.”

As he spoke, Qi Yuan swung his long sword once more.

The steel prison door before them shattered in an instant.

The bearded man’s eyes bulged at the sight.

Huan, however, had calmed down.

Because he knew that Qi Yuan was a cultivator.

Cutting through an iron door with one sword stroke… was probably nothing.

“Sir, this bearded man is also from Qinyuan Country. May he come with us?” Huan asked cautiously.

After all, Qi Yuan had risked danger to come rescue him.

Above was the military camp, where three thousand soldiers were stationed.

One more person meant one more risk.

He naturally assumed that Qi Yuan, with his sister’s ecstatic cooperation, would use some drones to bomb the camp, cause chaos, and then slip into the dungeon.

As for engaging the legion in direct combat, he dared not even think of it.

The combat power that three thousand well-equipped modern soldiers could unleash was unimaginable.

“Alright,” Qi Yuan nodded.

Big Beard and Carnival walked out of the dungeon.

A look of joy appeared in Big Beard’s eyes: “Thank you.”

The two followed behind Qi Yuan. Though many doubts lingered in their minds, they knew they should sneak out of the camp as quickly as possible, meet up with their contacts, and not linger.

At that moment, Qi Yuan spoke again: “We’re not in a hurry to leave. There’s a place in this camp… quite interesting. Follow me.”

Carnival, facing Qi Yuan, naturally dared not raise any objections.

Big Beard, however, said anxiously: “If we don’t leave now, what if the soldiers above find us?”

“Don’t worry, they won’t find us, because… they’re all dead.”

Qi Yuan said casually.

“Dead?” Big Beard was stunned, confused.

“I killed them all with one sword,” Qi Yuan said without any concealment, nor was there any need to conceal it.

“Killed them all?” Big Beard was dumbfounded, still puzzled.

Carnival’s eyes narrowed sharply, a terrifying thought forming in his mind.

Could it be…

Before the topic could continue, Qi Yuan led the two across the dungeon.

On the way, they encountered many soldiers’ corpses.

Those corpses, on the surface, looked peaceful, still bearing the expressions they had before death, with no wounds on their bodies—as if… going about their daily routines… and suddenly died.

Big Beard fell silent, daring not to speak, only stealing glances at Qi Yuan.

Carnival said nothing, but his pace involuntarily quickened.

Soon, they passed through many buildings and arrived at an iron door.

The air seemed thick with the smell of disinfectant, mingled with a strong stench of blood.

The long sword flashed again.

The iron door crashed down.

Carnival watched Qi Yuan’s strike, envy shining in his eyes.

Big Beard looked astonished, lost in thought, as if wondering… how Qi Yuan had struck, how he had done it?

The iron door shattered, revealing a vast hall before their eyes.

In the hall, there were no fewer than thirty large glass containers.

The containers were cylindrical, filled with liquid, and moreover, each container held three people immersed in the liquid.

These people were weak, their bodies covered with tubes, blood slowly flowing through the pipes. They floated in the liquid like the corpses of the five poisons in medicinal wine.

“What is this?”

“Human experiments… or what? The Guiran people have no conscience!” Big Beard clenched his fists, anger rising in his heart.

They were all human, yet some were treated like lab rats—it was hard not to feel a sense of shared sorrow.

Qi Yuan looked at the immersed figures, a flicker of pity in his eyes: “Vitality is gone… medicine cannot save them.”

These people… or rather, they had long been dead.

A glint of murder flashed in his eyes: “The Guiran people truly deserve to die. This is no longer just breaking the law or corrupting society—this is… utterly depraved.

These people must be chaotic evil!”

Qi Yuan belonged to the lawful good alignment, and what he hated most was chaotic evil.

Conducting human experiments on civilians beneath a military camp—this behavior Qi Yuan found utterly repulsive.

He looked ahead and swung his long sword again.

Crack.

All the tubes snapped at once.

The blood and bodily fluids of the people in the glass containers were finally no longer being drained.

Yet even so, they showed no reaction, as if they were already dead.

“I must film this! Where’s a phone? I’ll expose it, expose the crimes of these Guiran people!” Big Beard said angrily.

Carnival’s heart was also heavy.

Killing people—he had no great psychological burden.

But experimenting on civilians—he could not do that.

“These aren’t human!” Carnival gritted his teeth.

These civilians—how many families did they belong to?

Among them were even teenagers, captured and brought here.

Just then, Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes and said softly, “Come out.”

Big Beard’s heart tensed instantly.

Carnival, too—they naturally thought someone was still hiding here.

“Roar!”

A tremendous roar rang out.

The ground suddenly trembled.

Then, a terrifying beast, larger than an elephant, burst forth with a roar.

This beast was covered in blood, hideous beyond measure.

Its body was also riddled with rubber tubes.

Its monstrous form, like a war beast, charged at the three with a roar.

“M-monster!” Big Beard’s face was pale with terror.

Such a huge, fearsome monster gave an overwhelming sense of dread.

It even felt as if this monster, with a single charge, could send tanks and armored vehicles flying.

If it crashed into the three of them, how could they possibly withstand it?

This terrifying monster was surely a creation of the Guiran human experiments.

He was utterly petrified inside.

Yet, facing this colossal beast, Qi Yuan remained perfectly calm.

He looked at the tag on the horrific monster, burst into laughter, and set his hands on his hips: “Is this all… worthy of being called a god?”

On the monster’s tag, the words “God-Making Project — Giant Strength God No. 1” were written in large characters.

Clearly, the Wugui Kingdom, through biological experiments, had created this terrifying monster and called it a deity.

The longsword in his hand flickered again.

“A god… doesn’t even have its own bones, so it’s made of metal?”

Qi Yuan chuckled softly, and a flash of crimson light passed.

That terrifying beast, weighing hundreds of tons, suddenly stiffened, frozen in space.

In that instant, the monstrous creature shattered into pieces, turning into a massive pool of blood.

Its metal bones clattered to the ground, scattered about, looking eerily strange.

The bearded man, witnessing this, gasped heavily, and his gaze toward Qi Yuan shifted in that moment.

Huan Kuang’s eyes burned with fervor, utterly excited, and he couldn’t help but say: “Mr. Qi… will I one day be able to slay such a beast with a single sword stroke?”

Qi Yuan’s one-sword kill of the monster filled him with longing.

Was this the power of a cultivator?

With such strength, could a single sword stroke send a tank flying?

“Of course you can. It’s not hard,” Qi Yuan said, clapping his hands.

The longsword in his hand flickered once more.

Suddenly, a blood-red orb formed on the blade.

Qi Yuan’s eyes immediately perceived a wealth of information.

This blood-red orb was the power core of the terrifying beast just slain.

That power core, too, came from those commoners.

In other words, the Guiran people had used the blood of civilians, along with some special techniques, to create this blood-red beast.

This blood-red beast was also called a god by them.

Admittedly, to ordinary people, or even gene-enhanced soldiers, this terrifying monster truly seemed like a deity.

In terms of physical strength alone, this blood-red beast had reached the level of an ordinary Foundation Establishment.

Ordinary cannon shells could not harm it at all.

He stared at the blood essence, various emotions flickering in his eyes: “If I consumed this blood, my martial arts talent… would also improve by a large margin.”

The blood essence extracted by the Guiran people had created this blood-red beast, and for Qi Yuan, its greatest use was to enhance martial arts talent.

“My martial arts talent is already strong enough—why would I need this?”

He wasn’t Shi Yi, after all.

Besides, drinking human blood—what if it transmitted a virus?

Moreover, this blood only added a certain bloodline, already fixed.

What he wanted was to forge his own path of bloodline martial arts.

In his martial way, he was the foremost.

Otherwise, wouldn’t he have an ancestor hanging over his head?

He looked at the corpses, their life force drained.

The longsword in his hand flickered again.

“Rest in peace.”

At his words, the glass vessels exploded with a roar.

The entire steel structure collapsed in that moment.

Everything was buried in an instant.

Qi Yuan, carrying Huan Kuang and the bearded man, appeared on the surface in the blink of an eye.

This feat truly stunned the bearded man.

At that moment, his mind was in turmoil, and the way he looked at Qi Yuan was as if he were gazing upon a god.

Yet, when they emerged on the surface and saw the military base reduced to ruins, a flicker of shock passed through his eyes.

There, the steel buildings had fallen, heavy tanks and armored vehicles were shattered, and soldiers’ corpses lay everywhere.

This place… had become a land of death!

A flicker of shock also crossed Huan Kuang’s eyes.

He understood.

Mr. Qi had come alone, slaughtered an entire barracks full of people, and then come to rescue him.

“Alright, we should head back now.

I’m in a hurry to attend the Martial Arts Tournament.

As for the Guiran people… I’ll deal with them once I’m done with my affairs.

In the eyes of a good man like me, who follows lawful good, I cannot abide chaotic evil!”

Qi Yuan felt very cold and ruthless today.

Qi Yuan was quite self-aware.

A kind person like him, if put on TV, would be a saint—no, a saintly man—very unpopular with audiences.

But Qi Yuan didn’t care.

Huan Kuang, hearing Qi Yuan’s words, nodded.

Of course, if he knew what Qi Yuan was thinking, he definitely wouldn’t have nodded.

You killed three thousand people with one sword… and dare call yourself a saint?

The bearded man beside him, however, looked astonished: “Mr. Qi… are you also participating in the Martial Arts Tournament?”

Among the younger generation of the bearded man’s family, there were also participants in the tournament.

Seeing this fierce man who had slaughtered an entire regiment about to join the tournament, he found it utterly absurd.

“Yes, do you know any of the contestants in the Martial Arts Tournament?

How strong are they? Are there any opponents worth fearing?

My goal is to win the championship—I wonder if it’s difficult,” Qi Yuan said softly.

The bearded man, recalling Qi Yuan slaying the terrifying beast underground with a single sword stroke, showed a complex smile in his eyes: “It shouldn’t be hard.”

(End of this chapter.)