Chapter 461: Carelessness Leads to Losing Mom, Cultivating the Ancestral Blood Formula!

Chapter 461: Carelessly Lost Mom, Cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art!

Blood Robe issued a bold challenge, using the Ice Egg to “lure” the prodigies of Ghost Dominion, seeking a battle.

Yet when they arrived, Blood Robe’s figure had vanished.

They searched for a long time but found nothing.

“Thought he had some skill, but now that we’re here, he hides and won’t come out?”

These prodigies shouted, bellowing across Flower Moon Wonderland, trying to overturn the place and flush out Blood Robe.

They came with fierce momentum, but huddled in groups of three or five, not daring to separate.

They feared Blood Robe lurked in the shadows, waiting for one of them to be alone, then strike suddenly.

So now, they all cursed Blood Robe, forcing him to appear.

“And this is the second prodigy of Black Demon Abyss? Compared to Black Sword, you’re far behind.”

Unfortunately, their curses never reached Qi Yuan.

In his state of absolute adaptation, he slept like the dead.

The sounds of their insults, falling on his ears, were filtered by absolute adaptation as “bad comments he would delete.”

So right now, he had no idea anyone was cursing him.

Of course, after waking, a brief perception would let him know.

Mo Zhong stood among them, his expression discontent: “When did these fellows become so… refined?”

He was displeased with these fellow cultivators of Ghost Dominion.

Their curses against Blood Robe were all too gentle.

Things like “coward” or “afraid of death” couldn’t pierce the soul.

But Mo Zhong understood—these prodigies were cautious, not wanting to be the first to die.

After all, Blood Robe had slain Mona.

If he was hiding in the dark, and whoever cursed him most harshly became his target, they’d be the ones to die.

So they all cursed, but none cursed fiercely.

This irked Mo Zhong.

“Fang Xue, you curse Blood Robe. Be steady, be bold. I’ll guard you from the side,” Mo Zhong said.

Prodigies like them still had face to save.

Even if they cursed boldly, they wouldn’t go too far.

At most, they’d use sarcastic, insinuating words that easily broke one’s composure.

“Fine.” Fang Xue held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his expression calm. He scanned the surroundings, then faced southwest and roared like a thunderclap.

“Blood Robe, I fuck your mother!”

The sound rolled, spreading in all directions.

Every prodigy in Flower Moon Wonderland heard that voice, like a dust storm, and couldn’t help but look at Fang Xue.

This guy… really dared to curse!

Even Mo Zhong hadn’t expected Fang Xue to be so blunt and direct.

After all, they were cultivators—killing was routine, but cursing still required an air of immortal elegance.

Fang Xue’s style of cursing was rare.

“Ahem, no matter. I’m guarding you. Let’s see if Blood Robe can still endure!”

Mo Zhong waved his gold-threaded sleeve, standing like a colossus beside Fang Xue.

On the other side, within the formation.

Qi Yuan, who had been drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Damn, I took a nap and carelessly lost my mom?”

“No, I never had a mom!”

“Hit the face, not the feelings; curse the person, not the mother—that’s too much!”

Qi Yuan was furious.

He hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

He always had morals.

When someone insulted him alone, he repaid kindness with kindness and cursed their whole family.

Generous, loyal, kind, right?

But the result? The kind are bullied, the gentle are ridden.

“Seems I can’t sleep in anymore…”

Without hesitation, the lazy aura on Qi Yuan dissipated.

“Grand Plan, Petty Plan—execute simultaneously!”

On the other side, after Fang Xue’s curse, over a dozen prodigies gathered around him, shielding and protecting him.

In the distance, many other prodigies watched.

They sensed the surroundings warily.

“Blood Robe truly is a coward. Cursed like that, and he still won’t come out!”

“Hmph, with so many of us guarding Fang Xue, if he dares to show, he’s just seeking death!”

“Even the Supreme Venerable in his youth might not have been able to defeat us!” one prodigy boasted.

In their eyes, the Supreme Venerable was stronger and went further, but in his youth, he might not have surpassed them.

“Blood Robe really can hold his temper—he’s a tough one!” Mo Zhong said gravely.

Only those who can hold their temper can accomplish great things.

True prodigies face mountains crumbling before them without changing expression.

Yet, as his words fell, a sword light—sharp beyond measure, its edge piercing the soul—appeared in that instant.

“Shrimp-head guy, don’t you have a mother?”

“Or is your mother just your biological mother?”

“Can’t you show some respect?”

Three questions faster than the sword light.

All the prodigies saw this and their expressions shifted.

“Blood Robe has appeared!”

“What a powerful sword!”

“Kill!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, over thirty prodigies surged madly toward the blood-robed figure.

“Where do you think you’re going, Bloodrobe!”

“Leave the egg behind!”

Countless Dao techniques and celestial arts rained down, boundless and endless.

The resonance of the Great Dao lingered, and immortal fire cascaded.

As these attacks struck simultaneously, even Mo Zhong could only turn and flee.

But Qi Yuan stood motionless.

“A mere false god dares to act so arrogantly?”

Unable even to create a world, yet you call yourself a Yin God!

It would make Qi Yuan laugh his teeth out!

Without any hesitation, his mighty sword light suddenly accelerated at that moment.

Behold, amid the nine heavens and clouds, a sliver of cold radiance made all evils recoil.

“Kill!”

Qi Yuan said softly.

With his strength, slaying a Fang Xue required no supreme principle.

An ordinary thrust of his sword—these prodigies could neither comprehend nor withstand it. That mighty blade, with effortless grace, passed through dozens of prodigies and drove straight into Fang Xue’s throat.

At this sight, Mo Zhong’s face turned ashen, and he layered his defenses to the utmost.

The other prodigies clearly had no idea how Bloodrobe had managed it.

Fang Xue’s aura suddenly plummeted in that instant, dead beyond dead.

All the prodigies attacking Qi Yuan froze for a moment, staring at him in shock.

At the same time, they felt relieved that they hadn’t cursed as crudely as Fang Xue.

And then, from the blood-robed figure, a clear and hearty voice rang out.

“Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles without a trace.”

“Gentlemen, your egg is in my hands. If you want it… come find me.”

Qi Yuan’s form vanished in that instant.

All the prodigies were stunned for a moment, then frantically gave chase.

“After him—he’s spent!”

“Villain, don’t flee!”

These cultivators were no different from gamers on Blue Star; the only thing missing was the cry of “He’s one hit away!”

When Qi Yuan displayed his might, they were deeply wary and hesitant.

The moment he disappeared, they chased more eagerly than anyone.

After all, if Bloodrobe were truly invincible, he would never run.

And in their understanding, slaying Fang Xue must have cost him dearly.

A thrilling chase began. Qi Yuan strolled leisurely, but pretended to be in a hurry.

“All of you ganging up on me—that’s no fair fight!”

“If you’ve got the guts, come one by one!”

“Oh dear, I’ve run out of fuel. Mind if I refuel before we continue?”

He ran ahead, with dozens of prodigies and hundreds of venerables in hot pursuit.

“Leave the egg behind!”

Within the Flower Moon Wonderland, a great chase unfolded.

Qi Yuan played it all as a game.

Otherwise, he could have easily slain these prodigies.

But he didn’t, because the small plan paved the way for the great plan.

His target was never these prodigies, but… the Yang God!

Zi Yuanfeng stood outside the celestial curtain, his eyes fixed on the Flower Moon Wonderland.

“After so long, the scent of blood finally spreads. Bloodrobe has made his move.”

Though he didn’t know what was happening inside, he could judge by the aura.

For a long time before, there had been no bloody scent, only various buzzing sounds.

That meant Bloodrobe had been lying low.

That was normal; he didn’t think Bloodrobe could take on dozens of prodigies head-on.

Striking suddenly after lying low was a wise move.

Now, at last, the bloody aura leaked out, and he detected countless dense fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Clearly, Bloodrobe had struck, killed one, and fled.

“I wonder how long this contest will last,” Zi Yuanfeng mused.

At the same time, his gaze swept into the distance.

There, a Yang God of the Ghost Imperial Heaven lay in ambush.

The two kept a safe distance, neither inclined to act.

When Yang Gods from both sides moved, it was a matter of pulling one hair and moving the whole body. So Zi Yuanfeng wasn’t afraid that the opposing Yang God of Supreme Principle would attack him.

If that happened, the Yang God of Ghost Pass would naturally deal with it.

Just then, a sudden transmission arrived, and Zi Yuanfeng’s face lit up with joy.

“Ice Sword has emerged from seclusion?”

“An adapted version of the Ancestral Blood Art has appeared?”

“And it comes from… Bloodrobe’s hand.”

The adapted Ancestral Blood Art appeared in his hands, and Zi Yuanfeng examined it closely.

The more he looked, the more he sensed its profound subtleties.

“This Bloodrobe is truly a genius. No wonder the patriarch values him so. If I had cultivated this Ancestral Blood Art earlier, I might have already reached the eleventh layer!”

“This… is too wonderful!”

“The only flaw is that cultivation requires… a Divine Molt.”

Whether the Ancestral Blood Art has any problems is easy to test—just see if their bloodline resists or obstructs it.

The bloodline offered no resistance, proving that the Ancestral Blood Art was without issue.

The revised version of the Ancestral Blood Art had at least doubled its power and cultivation speed.

How could he not be tempted?

“Since I have nothing to do now... why not give it a try?”

“After all, so many have undergone Divine Molt—who would care about me?” Zi Yuanfeng mused.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his expression shifted.

“The Ancestor values the Blood Robe so much... could it be that he already knew the Blood Robe possessed this Ancestral Blood Art?”

Zi Yuanfeng suddenly felt he had uncovered the truth of the matter.

“Could it be... that the Ancestor has already... undergone Divine Molt?”

At this thought, his eyes gleamed.

If the Ancestor could undergo Divine Molt, what harm would it be for him to do the same?

Meanwhile, in the Zi Yuan Heaven, Zi Yuanzu stared at the cultivation method in his hands, his face shifting repeatedly: “This fellow... with such a fine art, yet he didn't offer it to me in advance!”

He felt somewhat displeased.

That Blood Robe had actually hidden it from him!

He had only learned of this benefit from others.

When others asked if he knew about it, he had to put on a brave face and claim he had long known and already cultivated it.

At that time, the Yang God Heavenly Venerable had looked at him strangely, and Zi Yuanzu had been puzzled.

Now, with the complete art in hand, he understood why the other had looked at him so oddly.

“Alas, with the Linya Molt imminent, I too must enhance my strength, otherwise... I fear it will be difficult to protect the Blood Robe as he grows.”

“Laying an egg... is nothing much.”

After some hesitation, Zi Yuanzu also began to cultivate the revised Ancestral Blood Art.

He dared not continue ordinary cultivation, for it would trigger the Root Demon Calamity.

But the improvements from cultivating this revised Ancestral Blood Art were not only in realm but also in bloodline.

Enhancements in bloodline would not give rise to the Root Demon Calamity.

“What a pity—if I were a Supreme Venerable, would the Ghost Imperial Heaven dare to assault the Blood Robe?”

“How would I have had to beg that old fellow? I would have stormed the Ghost Imperial Heaven myself!”

Zi Yuanzu sighed and began his “humiliating” cultivation.

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