Chapter 164: Chapter 163: Applying Force, Pressing, Stroking

[Deep Red Host] Wu Chen

[Martial Arts Realm] Blood Coagulation Realm, First Layer

(Qi Power: Earth-Shaking Bull) (Stamina: Enduring Qi Power)

[Martial Arts & Cultivation Techniques] ’Bone-Eroding Wind Blade: Potential’, ’Spirit Swallow Leaf-Plucking Step: Potential’, ’Purple Sun Breathing Skill: Perfection’, ’Heart Fire Nurturing Skill: Perfection’, ’Essence and Foundation Strengthening Skill: Perfection’, ’Calm Heart Qi Cultivation Skill’...

A full day passed.

When Wu Chen calmly awoke inside the hall, he took a casual look at his panel, only to discover his realm had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

’It’s either my realm refuses to budge, or it skyrockets all at once...’

Wu Chen complained speechlessly as he stared at the panel.

Because of the suppression from the mystic realm’s rules, he had only been able to use the power of the Jade Bone Realm. He hadn’t even had the chance to experience the differences between the Second and Ninth Layers of the Organ Refining Realm, yet in the blink of an eye, he had already ascended to an even higher state.

The Sixth Realm of Martial Arts: the Blood Coagulation Realm.

Not only that, but as he scrolled down the panel, more text popped up:

[’Purple Sun Breathing Skill: Perfection’, ’Heart Fire Nurturing Skill: Perfection’, ’Essence and Foundation Strengthening Skill: Perfection’, ’Calm Heart Qi Cultivation Skill’... and other Organ Refining Realm Cultivation Techniques can be fused into ’Qi Nurturing Skill: Intent’]

Fuse? Yes/No.

The Cultivation Technique fusion option, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, had appeared once more.

And this time, the suffix had changed.

’So, is it that combat-style Martial Arts use "Potential," while Cultivation Techniques use "Intent"? Or is "Intent" simply what higher-tier fusions are called?’

Wu Chen’s expression remained unchanged. He stared at the ’Qi Nurturing Skill: Intent’ but didn’t dwell on the suffix. Instead, he looked up at Xue Hongling, who was still shrouded in the dense mist of the Stalactite Milk Spirit Pool, and began to ponder.

’It seems the senior inside this bronze statue can’t detect the existence of Deep Red.’

’Otherwise, after I spent all day yesterday adding points, there’s no way this remnant soul wouldn’t have reacted.’

If he hadn’t been worried about endangering Xue Hongling in the Stalactite Milk Spirit Pool, Wu Chen would have planned to add his points while inside the gray mist.

But now, it seemed the remnant soul within the bronze statue was truly on its last legs, so there was nothing to worry about.

With that, Wu Chen chose to fuse.

[Yes!]

[Entry-level Qi Nurturing Skill Proficiency +1]

[Entry-level Qi Nurturing Skill Proficiency +1]

[Entry-level Qi Nurturing Skill... ]

[Entry-level Qi Nurturing Skill (12/3000)]

After the better part of a day, Wu Chen, who was resting cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemed to sense something. He immersed his consciousness and looked inward at his own body.

He saw that his Qi, once as faint as water vapor, had now become a tangible, mist-like current.

However, under the suppression of the mystic realm’s rules, this Qi couldn’t move. It lay dormant among his five viscera like five flood dragons, ready to surge forth at a moment’s notice.

Wu Chen followed the five streams of Qi to the point where his five viscera converged.

There, a single drop of crimson blood floated silently, motionless—also due to the mystic realm’s rules, he presumed.

This blood drop was a piercing scarlet and perfectly round, connecting his Qi, flesh, limbs, and entire skeleton.

The vitality it emanated was astounding.

’The gap between major realms is as wide as a mountain range!’

Although Wu Chen hadn’t experienced the minor stages of the Organ Refining Realm, he knew that the formation of this single drop of natal blood essence was a massive leap. He couldn’t say for sure about everything else, but his recovery ability alone was likely ten to twenty times greater than in the Organ Refining Realm.

Not to mention the endurance and explosive power that came with it—that was likely a whole other level of might.

’Now I have to worry about finding Martial Arts for the Blood Coagulation Realm.’

His realm had advanced, and his Cultivation Techniques had been fused.

Wu Chen was happy for only a moment before he rubbed the corners of his eyes in frustration.

His realm had increased, but so had the difficulty of finding suitable Martial Arts.

Take the Demon Suppression Bureau, for example. They would never accept a Blood Coagulation Realm master with an unknown background.

But if he used the Breath Concealment Skill to disguise himself as an Organ Refining Realm cultivator, the Demon Suppression Bureau might feel more comfortable employing him.

The problem was, exchanging merits for Blood Coagulation Realm Martial Arts later on would be incredibly conspicuous. It would be an open declaration that there was something fishy about him.

As for joining the military or other Martial Arts Sects, that wouldn’t be easy either.

WHOOSH!

The sound of wind echoed through the hall, interrupting Wu Chen’s thoughts.

He looked up and saw that the mist from the Stalactite Milk Spirit Pool was dissipating, revealing Xue Hongling, whose aura had become even more refined and otherworldly.

’Now that I’m in the Blood Coagulation Realm, I should be able to remove this girl’s Blood Palace Seal, right?’

As he thought this, he looked at the girl, who seemed to be waking from a dream with a dazed expression, and called out softly, "Come here."

Hearing the familiar voice and turning to see the familiar figure, Xue Hongling fully awoke. She remembered where she was, and a hint of a smile touched her eyes.

"Let me see the seal on your hand."

Wu Chen watched her approach. Even before she got close, a delicate fragrance wafted towards him.

Once she stood before him, he grabbed her wrist, pushed up her sleeve, and examined the Blood Palace Seal.

He bit his finger, and a trickle of crimson blood seeped out.

It was true that the mystic realm’s rules suppressed his natal blood essence, preventing him from directly controlling it. However, the Qi and Blood circulating through his body were now inextricably intertwined with that single drop.

’Besides, if I’m being suppressed, isn’t this Blood Palace Seal being suppressed too?’

’If we’re both weakened, it’s like neither of us is!’

With this thought, Wu Chen pressed his blood-covered finger onto Xue Hongling’s Blood Palace Seal.

The moment the crimson blood touched the silver seal, the mark began to visibly distort.

It was like a tiny, inch-long snake, thrashing and biting madly to resist the foreign invasion.

"Hiss!"

A sharp pain shot up from her wrist, making it tremble slightly. As the host of the Blood Palace Seal, she also had to endure immense pain during its removal.

Her brow furrowed deeply, but not wanting to worry Wu Chen, she quickly forced a neutral, emotionless expression.

But the involuntary hiss of pain she had let out betrayed her.

Wu Chen noticed something was wrong and stopped. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Xue Hongling shook her head, steadying her trembling frame. "It’s fine. Don’t worry about me."

Wu Chen nodded and continued to apply pressure, pressing and rubbing with his finger.

A fine, continuous stream of crimson blood flowed from his fingertip, dripping onto the seal on Xue Hongling’s wrist.

After about five minutes, Xue Hongling’s body was visibly shaking; she had clearly reached the limits of her endurance.

But aside from a faint distortion, the seal on her wrist showed no other changes. Its color hadn’t faded in the slightest.

Wu Chen felt the wrist in his grasp. As time went on, her trembling became more and more distinct.

Clearly, Xue Hongling was at her breaking point.

Looking again at the barely changed Blood Palace Seal on her wrist, his short temper flared.

"Damn it, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?!"

Wu Chen wondered if he should try something more drastic.

Like, maybe he should just slice open an artery, dunk the Blood Palace Seal in the gushing blood, and see if it could resist that.

"That’s a soul seal! How could you possibly wash it away with mere blood essence?!"

Just as a hint of impatience crossed Wu Chen’s face, he decided he would take Xue Hongling outside the mystic realm. There, he could fully unleash the power of his natal blood drop and forcibly erase the seal.

A familiar, ancient voice sounded in his ear.

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