"Ah!"

Zhang Zhilong suddenly let out an unusually shrill scream.

His body began to rapidly shrink.

The youthful appearance vanished, replaced by a hunched figure.

His hair turned white strand by strand.

The light in his eyes quickly extinguished.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! Master, you..."

Crash—

Before his words were completely spoken, his entire being quickly weathered, then dissipated, completely vanishing from this world.

"Hehehe...

My dear disciple, the blood and energy in you are indeed different from others, it wasn't a waste for me to spend so many resources on you."

Master Yanhuo smiled wickedly.

The white hair on his head had mostly turned black.

His entire appearance transformed into that of a robust middle-aged man, no longer the elder he once was.

"This is the feeling of restoring one's lifespan? It's truly wonderful!"

While Master Yanhuo was muttering to himself, suddenly his Spiritual Sense seemed to detect something, instantly directing his blood-red eyes towards the direction of the Crimson Sunset Sect's mountain gate.

"Have you finally returned?

Hehehe, what I've been waiting for now, is indeed you.

My dear junior sister!"

Saying this, his entire being transformed into a blood-colored Escape Light, swiftly heading towards the mountain gate entrance.

At the same time.

Master Binghuo, who had just returned to the mountain gate of the Crimson Sunset Sect, looked at the scene inside, her eyes instantly turning ice-cold.

Suddenly.

As if something in the void sensed their Qi Mechanism, gigantic blood-colored threads appeared, winding towards her and Ji Haoyuan beside her.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Ji Haoyuan's gaze sharpened.

He immediately raised his hand, actively grabbing those blood-colored threads.

Screech—

In an instant, both he and Master Binghuo felt that the blood and energy within their bodies seemed to be surging towards those blood-colored threads.

At this moment, a myriad of sword lights flickered around them.

A series of snapping sounds echoed as the threads were broken.

Though the blood-colored threads were cut, they didn't completely vanish but reformed in the air, continuing to shoot towards them.

"Senior Sister, do you know what these things are?"

Ji Haoyuan asked Master Binghuo while continuing to slice through the blood-colored threads.

Master Binghuo's eyes were icy cold.

She let one blood-colored thread wrap tightly around her wrist.

She sensed the fluctuations emanating from that blood-colored thread.

After a while.

She coldly said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a type of blood-stained Secret Technique from the Demon Dao.

It works by absorbing the blood and energy from cultivators to enhance oneself, thereby achieving greater strength and possibly extending one's life."

Meanwhile, she and Ji Haoyuan suddenly sensed something and simultaneously gazed forward.

Master Yanhuo, whose appearance seemed decades younger, arrived before them enveloped in blood-colored flames.

"Senior Brother, you..."

Upon seeing Master Yanhuo, Master Binghuo's eyes immediately contracted, and the truth dawned on her.

"It's you!"

"Indeed, it's me."

Master Yanhuo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Master Binghuo with a somewhat playful expression.

"It seems the message I intentionally sent to you was not in vain."

"Why?"

Master Binghuo suddenly took a deep breath.

At this moment, she had a very clear understanding of everything before her.

The only thing she couldn't comprehend, or rather refused to accept, was why Master Yanhuo did this.

It should be known that this is the sect that raised and nurtured him.

He was able to achieve Core Formation back then supposedly because the previous Sect Leader, despite being a Golden Core True Man, risked his life to get him the Core Formation Spiritual Object.

How could he bear to do this considering the kindness and grace they showed him?

Just because your lifespan is nearing its end, does it justify attacking your own sect?

Perhaps seeing through Master Binghuo's thoughts, the playful expression on Master Yanhuo's face vanished, replaced by a somber look.

He fixated his gaze on Master Binghuo and spoke word by word:

"Jiang Miaoran, now you're young, with plenty of lifespan, you naturally can't comprehend the feeling of someone whose lifespan is nearing its limit, forced to watch themselves steadily approach the end.

You don't understand, you simply don't understand!

Moreover, I thought I was not harsh to you back in the day.

Yet how did you respond?

I merely wanted you as my Dao companion, using your Red Pill as a means for my advancement, even helping me extend my lifespan by another hundred years.

You refused. What else could I do?

I don't want to die, I simply don't want to die.

Is there something wrong with that?"

Upon reaching this point, Master Yanhuo's demeanor seemed somewhat unstable.

His blood-red eyes suddenly emitted two beams of red light, and his tone turned menacing.

"Hehehe, since none of you are willing to help me, I can only help myself.

How about it?

Isn't my Blood-Soaked Life-taking Secret Technique quite remarkable?

Oh, right, almost forgot to inform you, now you are within this Blood Demon Celestial River Array, unable to absorb any Spiritual Qi from the outside.

Unless you wish to cultivate the Blood-Soaked Life-taking Technique like I did, it's the only way to source Magical Power within this array.

Hahaha!"

"Blood-Soaked Life-taking Secret Technique?

You're practicing the evil technique of the Blood Demon Sect!"

Master Binghuo's expression turned solemn in an instant.

She obviously knew that the so-called Blood-Soaked Life-taking Secret Technique was an extremely malevolent Secret Technique from the Blood Demon Sect.

What's most important is, where did Master Yanhuo obtain such a secret technique?

Could it be that there are cultivators from the Blood Demon Sect around them?

With this thought, Master Binghuo swiftly scanned around with her Divine Thought.

She clearly understood that the Blood Demon Sect was a Nascent Soul Demon Dao sect with a legacy of ten thousand years in the Southern Wilderness Realm.

If there were really cultivators from there descending upon them, that would be the most perilous and troublesome situation.

However, after scanning with her Divine Thought, she found nothing.

Just then, Ji Haoyuan beside her said, "Senior Sister, there shouldn't be members of the Blood Demon Sect that have arrived here; he likely stumbled upon this Secret Technique on his own.

Otherwise, this Blood Demon Celestial River Array he currently has wouldn't be incomplete."

"Hmm...?"

Suddenly hearing Ji Haoyuan speak, Master Yanhuo's eyes, which already had a hint of violence, abruptly locked onto him.

"Kid, you're merely at Foundation Establishment, yet you dare to meddle in this matter, do you really think I don't know what you've done before?

It's just that due to this major event, I'm temporarily letting it slide.

Well then.

Since you're here today, don't leave; I might as well avenge Shang Long and the others."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As he finished speaking, dozens to hundreds of blood-colored threads appeared in the void.

They instantly transformed into a blood-colored net in mid-air, then rapidly descended over Ji Haoyuan!

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