Chapter 431: The Seventh Layer of the "Ancestral Blood Formula", a Massive Increase

Chapter 431: The Seventh Layer of the Ancestral Blood Art, a Vast Leap

Zi Yuan Ancestor hung beyond the celestial canopy, his gaze profound and deep.

His eyes fell upon Qi Yuan.

When he saw Qi Yuan going to meet Zi Yuan Great Snow, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

After so many years, his heart, usually as still as an ancient well, began to stir.

"Is this fellow... out of his mind?"

Indeed, at this moment, Qi Yuan had secretly sought out Zi Yuan Great Snow.

His first words were: "I want to ask you something!"

What?

"Does the Old Ancestor have a long-lost father out there?"

Huh?

"The Old Ancestor gave me Black Demon Ancestral Blood as a greeting gift—he's too kind to me, and I have my suspicions..."

He went to see Zi Yuan Great Snow, and then he went to the sweepers, the trash collectors, the anglers.

Whoever he saw, he hit them with a double question.

Does the Old Ancestor have a father left behind outside?

The Old Ancestor gave me Black Demon Ancestral Blood as a greeting gift!

Yes, he asked any passerby he saw, scaring quite a few cultivators in Zi Yuan Heaven.

He even didn't spare the unborn child still in the womb.

Through the mother's belly, he directly said the Old Ancestor gave him Black Demon Ancestral Blood, and asked if the Old Ancestor had a long-lost ancestor of his own.

Anyway, in half a day, thousands in Zi Yuan Heaven had been questioned by Qi Yuan.

Now, on a steep mountain peak, red lava flowed, emitting a dense heat.

The earth was cracked, and bubbles occasionally rose from the magma.

Qi Yuan's figure came to a halt.

A harsh voice sounded in his ear: "What are you doing here?"

The speaker was none other than An Xunlu.

Her expression was icy, arms crossed, looking at Qi Yuan with some wariness.

After all, she had just provoked Qi Yuan a few days ago, and his arrival now easily made her think he was here for revenge.

"I came to ask you something!" Qi Yuan whispered.

An Xunlu narrowed her eyes: "What is it?"

"Do you know if the Old Ancestor has a father left behind outside?" Qi Yuan asked seriously.

An Xunlu was very familiar with Black Sword.

And Black Sword was the number one prodigy of Black Demon Abyss, the beacon of hope—he might know many hidden truths.

"What are you... saying?" An Xunlu didn't quite understand Qi Yuan's words.

"It's like this—didn't the Old Ancestor give me a greeting gift?" Qi Yuan continued.

An Xunlu turned her head, the firelight of the lava reflecting on her fair face, making it look exceptionally rosy: "So you're here to show off?"

She seemed to see through Qi Yuan's little scheme and didn't care at all.

If the Old Ancestor valued someone and gave them a treasure, it might make others jealous or envious, but not her.

Her future man was Black Sword.

The one whom the nine Old Ancestors of Black Demon Abyss treated with utmost sincerity.

"Show off? I'm puzzled, genuinely seeking answers." Qi Yuan couldn't help but retort.

Where was the trust between people?

Oh, he forgot—she wasn't human.

"Heh, what gift did the Old Ancestor give you?" An Xunlu said with a smile.

It might be something a bit precious, enough to make Blood Robe come over to gloat.

But she was different; staying by Black Sword's side, she had long seen too many precious treasures.

"The Old Ancestor gave me Black Demon Ancestral Blood." Qi Yuan said, pulling out the Black Demon Ancestral Blood and revealing half of it to An Xunlu.

An Xunlu's pupils dilated sharply, her breath quickening, causing her chest to rise and fall: "This... impossible!"

How could it be Black Demon Ancestral Blood!

This was Black Demon Ancestral Blood!

In Black Demon Abyss, Black Demon Ancestral Blood was even more precious than Creation Treasures.

Even cultivators at the Principle Realm Yang God level were not qualified to obtain it.

Only the Old Ancestor at the Great Principle Realm was worthy.

Back then, the Mo Luo clan—Mo Luo Jing swallowed some Black Demon Ancestral Blood and was exiled.

Even now, Black Sword had not been granted Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

How could Blood Robe have it?

"Impossible, Black Demon Ancestral Blood is the Old Ancestor's treasured palm jewel—how could he give it to you!" An Xunlu refused to believe.

Yet the aura emanating from the storage pouch was unmistakably Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

As a bloodline of Black Demon Abyss, one might mistake their own father, but never Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

"What? Palm jewel? Is the Old Ancestor a duck or something?" Qi Yuan was baffled.

An Xunlu took a deep breath to calm herself: "You've really impressed me. I never thought the Old Ancestor would give you Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

But... even with Black Demon Ancestral Blood, the number one young cultivator of Black Demon Abyss is still Brother Black Sword, not you.

No matter how hard you try, you can only see Black Sword's back!"

An Xunlu puffed out her chest and said proudly.

"Hey, I never wanted to compete with Black Sword for any number one. Don't talk nonsense." Qi Yuan was speechless.

He was a social phobic—why would he fight for some empty title of number one?

"Hmph!" An Xunlu was very proud, directly flicking her sleeves and leaving, unwilling to bother with Qi Yuan.

In truth, she was grinding her teeth in frustration.

That was Black Demon Ancestral Blood—a supreme treasure that every cultivator with Black Demon Abyss bloodline could not resist.

"Alas, it seems this is another unsolved mystery of the world."

Qi Yuan sighed.

Logically, for such matters, asking the founding ancestor of Ziyuan Heaven would be the most reasonable.

After all, a single question would yield the answer.

But Qi Yuan was emotionally intelligent; he couldn't very well go ask the founding ancestor of Ziyuan Heaven to his face, to avoid awkwardness.

……

At that moment, beyond the celestial canopy, the Ziyuan Ancestor trembled with rage, his beard quivering.

"This fellow's temperament is far too erratic!"

After half a day, he had lost all face.

Just then, a ripple passed through space, a principle flowed, and a phantom figure appeared beside the Ziyuan Ancestor.

"Old Six, you actually gave the Black Demon Ancestral Blood to Blood Robe!"

The newcomer was none other than the Third Elder, who had parted from the Ziyuan Ancestor not long ago.

His eyes held a trace of surprise, along with a look of bewilderment.

Even if Blood Robe's talent could reach the Great Principle, or even grasp the Supreme Great Principle, it still wasn't worth them... sacrificing their own enormous benefits to nurture him.

"Oh, I've had a bit too much Black Demon Ancestral Blood lately, can't use it all," the Ziyuan Ancestor said carelessly, clearly unwilling to answer directly.

The Third Elder's expression shifted several times, then he sighed and said, "Old Six, it seems you still hold a grudge against the Master. Back then..."

Hearing this, the smile vanished from the Ziyuan Ancestor's face.

"It has nothing to do with the Master," he replied flatly.

The Third Elder clearly did not accept the Ziyuan Ancestor's words.

"You gave the Black Demon Ancestral Blood to Blood Robe, hoping he could defeat... Black Sword... to prove to the Master that you were right.

But... Black Sword's very essence is the Black Demon Ancestral Blood. No matter how extraordinary Blood Robe's talent, he cannot possibly be his match!" The Third Elder lamented.

It seemed that the matter from back then had deeply affected Old Six, and he still brooded over it.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered to explain. Think what you will, just stop bothering me!"

The Ziyuan Ancestor waved his hand, and Old Three's figure vanished.

In the vast space, only the Ziyuan Ancestor remained.

A look of displeasure crossed his face: "To think they'd take me for such a petty person?"

Then the displeasure turned into secret glee: "Heh heh, this is fine too. They won't pay too much attention to Blood Robe."

……

Time passed swiftly.

Inside the steel building, it was especially quiet.

Ziyuan Xiaolu, who had been cleaning, had long finished and disappeared.

In the cold building, only Qi Yuan remained.

"The Ancestral Blood Art, seventh layer."

Qi Yuan stood up, refreshed and clear-minded.

In three months, the Ancestral Blood Art had reached the seventh layer. His cultivation as a Ten Thousand Paths Martial God had also undergone a qualitative leap.

"If I reach the ninth layer of the Ancestral Blood Art, I should be able to withstand a Principle with just my Ten Thousand Paths Martial God cultivation.

And if I complete it, wouldn't I be able to defeat a Great Principle?"

Qi Yuan was in quite a good mood.

Back in reality, his cultivation had stagnated, with very little progress.

This rate of growth was far slower than playing the game.

But he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise as the Ancestral Blood Art.

With the advancement of his Ten Thousand Paths Martial God cultivation, his innate divine ability, Explosive Bird-Slaying Fist, also evolved.

Vaguely, he comprehended the sword intent and realized the Explosive Bird-Slaying Sword.

This sword technique was several times more powerful than the Explosive Bird-Slaying Fist.

Against avian creatures, it added attack power.

"It's a pity that cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art is so difficult. I've worked so hard, trained as if my life depended on it, even used Black Demon Ancestral Blood, and it still took a full three months just to reach the seventh layer!"

"Alas, my talent is still too poor. If I were like Black Sword, I'd probably have completed it by now."

"If talent is lacking, resources must compensate. How can I get more Black Demon Ancestral Blood?"

Qi Yuan pondered.

Devouring Black Demon Ancestral Blood could increase his cultivation speed.

However, Black Demon Ancestral Blood was very precious, exceedingly precious.

Except for those few Great Principles, the other Yang Gods had almost no qualification to obtain it.

"I need to find a chance to farm their ancestors for gold coins," Qi Yuan mused. "Should I try blood recognition to claim kinship and make him acknowledge me as his father?"

Qi Yuan's mind wandered wildly.

Just then, a voice as clear as a lark rang out.

"Senior Brother Blood Robe, are you there?"

"Pink-Horned Sister, enter!"

Qi Yuan waved his hand, the cave dwelling's gate opened, and Ziyuan Xiaolu, dressed in a pink pleated skirt, entered.

When Ziyuan Xiaolu saw Qi Yuan's face, a blush spread to her ears. She lowered her head and whispered, "Senior Brother Blood Robe, in a little while there will be the Heavenly Lord's Lecture. I came to call you to go together and listen to the Way of the Yang God.

Oh, and this time at the Heavenly Lord's Lecture, there will also be an important announcement."

In the Black Demon Abyss, from time to time, a Yang God would personally give a lecture.

Those qualified to attend were the true core prodigies of the Black Demon Abyss.

In the entire Ziyuan Heaven, fewer than a hundred prodigies could participate.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll go with you and take a look."

After all, he had just finished cultivating and felt quite drained; he needed to take it easy, so he might as well listen.

Besides, Ziyuan Xiaolu had already called him for this Heavenly Lord's Lecture three months ago.

Having said that, the two flew together toward the venue of the Heavenly Lord's Lecture.

"Senior Brother Blood Robe, how is your cultivation of the Ancestral Blood Art coming along?" Ziyuan Xiaolu asked curiously.

"My talent is lacking; I'm struggling every step of the way!" Qi Yuan sighed.

The Ancestral Blood Art is too difficult.

"Senior Brother, your talent is so high, and you have the Black Demon Ancestral Blood. All you lack is time!"

"I also lack resources. I really wish I could have some more Black Demon Ancestral Blood," Qi Yuan said greedily.

The upper realm truly abounds in fine things.

“Even the ancestors had little of the Black Demon Ancestor’s blood; how enviable that you, Senior Brother, have obtained it,” Zi Yuan Xiao Lu said in a soft, cooing voice.

As if struck by a thought, she quickly warned, “Senior Brother, news of your acquisition of the Black Demon Ancestor’s blood has now spread throughout the entire Black Demon Abyss. At this Celestial Venerable’s teaching assembly, I fear many will challenge you. Be careful… a little.”

Zi Yuan Xiao Lu was somewhat worried.

If such a handsome face as her senior brother’s were to be bruised in a fight, where would she steal glances at such a lovely visage?

“Rest assured, I have always convinced people through reason!” Qi Yuan said, utterly unconcerned.

The two boarded a teleportation array, left Zi Yuan Heaven, and entered Black Demon Heaven.

Black Demon Heaven was the site of this Celestial Venerable’s teaching assembly.

Under Zi Yuan Xiao Lu’s guidance, Qi Yuan arrived at a mountain peak.

At this moment, the peak was crowded with figures, nearly a thousand in number.

Each figure exuded an immensely powerful aura.

Every one of them, if taken to a sacred ground in the First Heaven, would be worthy of being a Holy Son.

Zi Yuan Da Xue sat with no posture at all, lounging lazily.

“Why has the Mi Luo Immortal Qi supplied for this Celestial Venerable’s teaching diminished by more than half? Could it be that our Black Demon Abyss is about to be annihilated?”

She raised her wine glass, took a shallow sip of the Mi Luo Immortal Qi within, and the qi vanished.

Beside her, a man with a five-pointed star on his forehead smiled bitterly, “Senior Sister, do not speak recklessly. It is because recently… the Mo Luo clan has ceased their tribute.”

“Ah?” Zi Yuan Da Xue was stunned. “How dare those people do such a thing? They stopped offering tribute?”

She had visited the Fifth Heaven and witnessed the cowardice of the Mo Luo clan.

When they saw people from the Black Demon Abyss, they would immediately acknowledge them as fathers and ancestors.

Every festival, they would offer fine tributes to the Black Demon Abyss, all in hopes of returning to the Sixth Heaven.

Yet suddenly they grew bold and stopped the tribute.

She was naturally puzzled.

“I do not know. Perhaps… the Mo Luo clan intends to fully cling to the thigh of the Tai Huang Palace,” said the man with the star on his head.

He was also one of the Five Demon Sons of Zi Yuan Heaven.

“Hmph, this Mo Luo clan has grown quite audacious.”

At that moment, a dissatisfied voice rang out. A tall, upright man approached, exuding an icy aura like a sword of frost.

The prodigies present, upon seeing this man, all showed expressions of awe and wariness.

In the Black Demon Abyss, when Black Sword is absent, Ice Sword is revered.

Ice Sword was a prodigy of the first echelon, indeed the foremost prodigy, with talent sufficient to step into the Great Principle.

Prodigies like Ice Sword numbered three in the Black Demon Abyss.

Of course, that was merely sufficient talent; stepping into the Great Principle was no simple matter.

“Once I step into the Yang God Realm, I will surely pay a visit to the Mo Luo clan,” Ice Sword declared, his body radiating a fierce aura.

“I hear that Senior Brother Ice Sword’s Ancestral Blood Art has already reached the Eighth Layer; surely you will soon ascend the divine throne and enter the Yang God Realm!” At that moment, a prodigy flattered him.

Ice Sword’s gaze was deep: “Not yet at the Ninth Layer; it is not worth mentioning.”

Clearly, he had always regarded Black Sword as his goal.

“Hmph, Big Brother Black Sword’s Ancestral Blood Art has already reached the Tenth Layer!” At that moment, An Xun Lu said proudly, her tone overbearing.

The prodigies present, upon hearing this, all changed color drastically.

“Already at the Tenth Layer?”

“Has Senior Brother Black Sword been cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art for less than five thousand years?”

“Too astonishing!”

The prodigy cultivators present were all somewhat disheartened.

Among those present, the average time to obtain the Ancestral Blood Art was over ten thousand years.

Yet the levels of cultivation were mostly at the Third or Fourth Layer.

Those who cultivated to the Fifth or Sixth Layer could become Demon Sons of their respective heavens.

Only a true prodigy like Ice Sword had reached the Eighth Layer.

As for Black Sword, he was a towering peak, impossible to look up to.

“Hmph, if I had the Black Demon Ancestor’s blood, I might now have a chance to glimpse the Tenth Layer!” Ice Sword’s tone was filled with resentment.

Recommending a satisfying novel with fists that hit flesh, titled “Holy Fist!”

Synopsis: Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head, not only seeing this bizarre and magnificent world but also the profession modifier he had downloaded before his transmigration.

“Consume all experience from the sub-professions [Bio-Mecha Engineer], [Secret Realm Scholar], and [Specialized Hypnotist], transform them into a million potential points, and fully upgrade the main profession [Brawler]!”

“I… have obtained the golden ultimate profession [God of Martial Combat]!”

The world’s largest metropolitan cluster, on a night of torrential rain.

On the ground, countless murderers and brawlers fought to the death, while massive metal mechas and biological armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and fire mingled, plunging everything into primal violence and chaos.

Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently in the rain and darkness, like a rigid, terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes gazed downward, restraint laced with bloodlust, coldness hiding madness.

He leaped down, his trench coat whipping in the wind.

The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battlefield!

A cold voice echoed across the city’s skyline.

“Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me…”

(The chapter ends)