Chapter 117: 《Blood Demon Scripture》

The so-called Mad Saber was naturally Chen Ming in disguise.

He held a person in one hand and moved at great speed, not taking the official roads, heading straight into the mountains.

It had already been over two months since he left Qingfeng City, from the coldest days of winter to the early spring season now.

He had traveled across half of Jiangzhou, seven county cities, and fought across two thousand li.

He had defeated a total of eighty-nine Sixth Grade Martial Artists.

Until half a month ago, he encountered the maniacal Xiao Qianhao.

At that time, he was still short of several tens of thousands of experience points and had not broken through to Fifth Grade.

Against this proper Fifth Grade Expert, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

That had been the toughest battle since he transmigrated.

In the end, he had to escape by jumping into the river, wounded, barely surviving.

He even lost several thousand experience points.

Although Chen Ming had escaped, Xiao Qianhao was like a shadow clinging to the bones.

No matter where he ran, this fellow would catch up quickly, with a frighteningly sharp sense of smell.

Unknowingly, he had fled into Yujie County.

Today, he was almost caught again.

At the last moment, a spark of inspiration struck, and he dashed into this inn, hiding in the roof beams while no one noticed.

As the saying went, “the darkest place is under the lamp.”

Sure enough, Xiao Qianhao didn’t notice anyone above the beam.

Then, Chen Ming witnessed several intense dramas — not only did he see the Demon Heir, but he also ran into Deng Ziyang.

At first, he had been poisoned too. However, after circulating his true qi for a few cycles, he expelled the poison completely.

It showed that his true qi was very special, even capable of easily removing such strange toxins.

When he saw those three Fourth Grade Experts heavily injured and collapsed, he finally revealed himself.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity — how could he possibly let it slip?

Fourth Grade — more than ten levels higher than him. If he could win once, just how much experience would that be?

As for taking advantage of others in their weakness, being cursed was Mad Saber's problem. What did it have to do with Chen Ming?

【You defeated a LV58 enemy and gained 14,000 experience points】

【You defeated a LV65 enemy and gained 26,000 experience points】

【You defeated a LV66 enemy and gained 28,000 experience points】

【You defeated a LV68 enemy and gained 32,000 experience points】

One Fifth Grade, three Fourth Grade.

Altogether, exactly one hundred thousand experience points.

For him, that was a windfall.

……

About half an hour later, Chen Ming dashed through the mountains and came upon a wooden cabin.

He carried the two people in his hands over to it.

There was no one inside.

It seemed uninhabited for some time — probably built by a nearby hunter for winter overnight stays.

He pushed the door open and entered, putting down the two people.

The Demon Heir's face was pale as he glared at him with venomous eyes.

Although Deng Ziyang still had his eyes closed, back on the road, a subtle change in his breathing had already betrayed him — he had awakened and was faking unconsciousness.

Looking at the Demon Heir, Chen Ming said,"I’m quite curious about the Blood Demon Sect’s cultivation method. Could you perhaps take it out and let me take a look?"

The Demon Heir sneered,"If I let you see it, will you let me go?"

Chen Ming replied,"I heard the Cult of Eternal Life’s cultivation methods are very unique and can choose their own master. I’m curious — if you die, would a manual drop out?"

The Demon Heir’s expression changed slightly.

Though this fellow’s wording was odd, he still understood the meaning.

He gritted his teeth and said,"Let me go, and I’ll give you the 《Blood Demon Scripture》. With it, you’d become the current Demon Heir. As long as you seize the 《Blood Demon Scriptures》 from the other Demon Heirs, you can reach beyond First Grade and become the current Demon Lord!"

Chen Ming laughed lightly,"I think you’ve misunderstood. I just want to have a look at the secrets of this 《Blood Demon Scripture》. I have no interest in cultivating such a demonic art."

The most tempting feature of the 《Blood Demon Scripture》 was its ability to devour others’ true qi and refine other martial artists into Human Pills, a method to rapidly boost cultivation.

Precisely due to this trait, the Blood Demon Sect used this technique to entice and corrupt small and mid-sized families.

Lacking cultivation methods, these people were stuck at a bottleneck and found it hard to resist the allure of the 《Blood Demon Scripture》.

But to him, this thing was utterly useless.

As long as he could continuously gain experience points, he could keep growing stronger.

No need to kill, no need to make enemies of the world — wasn’t that a hundred times better than the 《Blood Demon Scripture》?

The Demon Heir didn’t believe him and sneered,"You're lying. A divine technique like the 《Blood Demon Scripture》—no one could resist its temptation. Let me tell you the truth. Even if you kill me, you won’t get the 《Blood Demon Scripture》. It will choose the next master on its own."

Hearing this, Chen Ming became even more curious.

From his words, this technique not only had a physical form but even possessed self-awareness...

Huh, wasn’t that basically a spiritual artifact?

His interest was piqued.

He thought he might as well just kill the guy and see what this 《Blood Demon Scripture》 looked like.

The Demon Heir seemed to sense the killing intent in his eyes and quickly changed his tone,"How about this — take a look at the 《Blood Demon Scripture》 first, then decide."

As he spoke, a small bulge emerged at his brow, and seconds later, a drop of crimson blood seeped out.

The blood rapidly unfolded, forming a page of text in midair.

This phenomenon surprised Chen Ming a bit.

This method had clearly surpassed the scope of ordinary martial arts.

The one who left this technique must have been of an extremely high level.

With such thoughts, he was quickly absorbed by the text.

The blood characters seemed to sense his gaze.

As he progressed, the characters rolled on their own, revealing the following content.

These blood characters held a strange power. Though written in obscure and complex classical Chinese, the moment he saw them, he instinctively understood their meaning.

At this moment, Deng Ziyang, sitting beside him, also opened his eyes, staring unblinkingly at the blood characters, reading hungrily.

……

A long while later.

Chen Ming finally finished reading, and asked with a hint of reluctance,"Why isn’t there an eighth and ninth level?"

The blood characters had already disappeared, recondensing into a single drop of blood, merging back into the Demon Heir’s brow and vanishing.

The Demon Heir appeared slightly exhausted and explained,"Only after breaking through to Third Grade and killing another Demon Heir, seizing his blood bead and merging it with mine, can the subsequent techniques be acquired."

Chen Ming understood now — the Blood Demon Sect used a Gu-rearing method to select its successors.

One had to admit, this 《Blood Demon Scripture》 was indeed something — worthy of being a peerless demonic technique passed down for thousands of years, never once severed.

If he didn’t have the 《True Art of Two Principles》, he might have really been tempted to learn this technique.

The truly miraculous parts of this demonic art would only begin to manifest after reaching Third Grade.

Below Third Grade, aside from devouring and refining others’ true qi, its combat power wasn’t particularly impressive.

That was exactly why this Demon Heir had been lying low in secret, even pushing another person to take his place under the title of Demon Heir, to attract attention in his stead.

Just now at the inn, when facing the poisoned Wang Yumei, he still had to rely on a sneak attack to seriously injure her. Even so, he still took a palm strike.

Against the poisoned Duan Peicheng, it was a mutual defeat.

A rather pathetic performance.

At this moment, the Demon Heir seized the chance and asked,"How about it? If you learn this 《Blood Demon Scripture》, within a few years you could reach Third Grade. I’ll give you this blood bead, and you might even reach beyond First Grade. You just need to let——"

Puchi!

The Demon Heir only felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a blade had pierced it. His face was full of disbelief, his lips moved slightly, seemingly wanting to say something.

Chen Ming had already pulled the blade out.

Blood spurted up a meter high.

The Demon Heir’s eyes quickly lost their light, dying with eyes wide open.

【You have slain an LV65 enemy and gained 60,000 experience points】

Chen Ming looked at the system prompt in front of him, wiped the blood off his blade on the Demon Heir’s clothes, then sheathed the saber.

Killing this kind of person gave him no psychological burden.

At this moment, a drop of crimson blood oozed from the Demon Heir’s forehead, hovered briefly in the air, and then suddenly shot toward Chen Ming.

"Scram!"

With a look of disgust, he shouted.

That blood bead seemed to sense his rejection.

It arced through the air, veered, and shot straight into Deng Ziyang’s forehead, disappearing without a trace.

Deng Ziyang let out a miserable scream.

Veins bulged on his face, squirming beneath the skin like worms.

Chen Ming was somewhat surprised but powerless to stop it.

That blood bead was too fast; he couldn’t react in time.

This result was a bit unexpected.

But, not entirely bad.

Just like the Demon Heir said earlier, once Deng Ziyang cultivated the 《Blood Demon Scripture》, there would be no other path for him.

If he wanted to live, he could only continue down this dark road.

Now that the blood bead had chosen him, it meant he had become the new Demon Heir — a fate perhaps guided by destiny.

After a while, Chen Ming saw that Deng Ziyang’s abnormal state had calmed, and he had returned to peace.

He sighed inwardly and left the wooden cabin.

……

Not long after, Deng Ziyang awoke from unconsciousness to find the Mad Saber gone, leaving only the corpse of the previous Demon Heir beside him.

He sat in a daze for a moment, then recalled what had happened before fainting, and couldn’t help but lower his head to look at his hand.

After the blood bead entered his body, he had broken through to the Sixth Grade Realm and condensed true qi.

"He actually just left like that?"

Actually, Deng Ziyang had vaguely sensed earlier that the Mad Saber didn’t seem to harbor malice toward him.

Now it appeared his feeling had been right.

Not only did the Mad Saber not kill him, he had even given him a tremendous opportunity.

Not just the blood bead, but also…

Deng Ziyang looked at the corpse beside him and took a deep breath.

This was the corpse of a Fourth Grade Expert, which could be refined into a Fifth Grade Human Pill — enough to help him break through to Fifth Grade.

Originally, Deng Ziyang had been repulsed by the idea of refining a Human Pill.

But the moment he thought of Zhu Xixi still in the inn, he couldn’t afford to care about anything else.

Without sufficient strength, how could he get her back?

In his heart, Deng Ziyang silently vowed,"This favor, I will surely repay in the future!"

Knowing this place wasn’t safe, he picked up the corpse beside him and left the wooden cabin, vanishing into the mountains.

……

An hour later, Duan Peicheng arrived at the wooden cabin with several subordinates.

Seeing the bloodstains on the ground and the fresh traces just left behind, his expression darkened. He furiously kicked over the pot propped up in the middle.

One step too late!

……

"Time to head back."

At this moment, Chen Ming was already dozens of li away.

After taking care of Xiao Qianhao, he no longer needed to worry about being pursued.

Moreover, he had just thoroughly offended that blue-clad constable surnamed Duan.

Naturally, he couldn’t continue using the identity of the Mad Saber.

Though this trip had been filled with unexpected events and dangers, fortune had favored him.

Not only did he escape unscathed, he had also unexpectedly gained a huge amount of experience points — completing his mission ahead of schedule.

Thinking of this, he cheerfully opened the panel.

【Level: 49】

【Current Points: 160000】

【Cultivation Methods: Iron Horse Stance (Fifth Level Complete), True Art of Two Principles (Fourth Level 546781/600000)】

【Martial Techniques: Three Talents Fist (Mastered), Eight Trigrams Saber Technique (Mastered), Zhuang’s Flying Knife (Mastered), Swallow Returns Sword Technique (Mastered), Vermilion Bird Sword Technique (Proficient 21/500000)】

【Secret Technique: Disguise Technique (Mastered)】

He had now accumulated enough experience points to break through to Fifth Grade at any time.

It could be said he returned fully loaded.

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