Chapter 1260: Chapter 1260: Mid-grade All Spirits Blood

The Northern Sea True Lord was refined into a paste, perhaps, maybe, or likely not intentionally by Ning Fan.

At this moment, he was indeed multitasking in three ways, not just two.

No one knew, while Ning Fan was refining the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits, he was also conversing with Ji Fuyao, and secretly doing another thing.

Ning Fan controlled the cauldron’s temperature with his left hand, while his right hand, hidden in his sleeve, was secretly forming a Golden Finger Jue.

As the finger techniques transformed, golden finger seals quietly took shape and were then concealed by Ning Fan’s Divine Light, silently entering into the Refining God Cauldron, as well as the region of the Fengnu Clan’s Shuitian.

The divine seals were, remarkably, the All-Encompassing Master’s Seal!

And then...

Without a sound...

The Refining God Cauldron acknowledged its master!

The refining speed slightly increased!

After that...

The Fengnu Clan’s land acknowledged its master! The Fengnu Clan’s protective formation — the Heavenly Abyssal Doushu Grand Array acknowledged its master!

Ning Fan seemed to have become the true master of the Fengnu Clan, becoming incredibly harmonious with this place. The feeling of being intimately connected with the earth and sky was indescribable, as if Ning Fan’s very existence had merged with the mountains and seas of this place.

At this moment, the Fengnu Clan’s protective formation operated without anyone controlling it, proactively gathering nature’s spiritual energy, channeling it into the Refining God Cauldron, as if assisting Ning Fan in the alchemy!

Moreover at this moment, countless faint purple lights flew out from the local vegetation, mountains, and seas, resembling fireflies or starlight, flowing through the air, converging into vast patches of faint purple light rain.

Gradually, even the members of the Fengnu Clan had flickering purple lights emanating from their bodies.

Those purple lights seemed to be summoned, flying into Ning Fan’s body one by one.

Thereafter, Ning Fan’s mana seemed to be enhanced by a Secret Technique, suddenly increasing!

18,500 Tribulations!

19,000 Tribulations!

19,500 Tribulations!

20,000 Tribulations!

At this moment, Ning Fan was surrounded by a purple glow, his mana skyrocketing to the level of 20,000 Tribulations, comparable to the depth of a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint! However, this enhancement was not permanent; it was more like a blessing from a domain to its lord. Once Ning Fan left the vicinity of the Fengnu Clan or relinquished control over the Fengnu Clan’s territory, this blessing would vanish.

Countless cultivators of different races were shaken beyond words!

"This, this is..."

"Could the purple light surrounding this Old Demon Zhao Jian really be the Ziwei Dou Shu light inherited by the generations of the Fengnu Clan?!"

"Impossible! The Ziwei Dou Shu of the Fengnu Clan has long been lost! How could it see the light of day again!"

"Moreover, this Old Demon Zhao Jian is a Beitian Cultivator, not a member of the Fengnu Clan, so how could he receive the blessing of the Fengnu Clan’s power..."

"What on earth is this..."

No one knew what had happened to Ning Fan.

Even Ji Fuyao, who was by his side, was somewhat perplexed.

"What exactly has happened! As the master of the Fengnu Clan, I have lost control over the clan’s territory and formation?"

"This feeling, could it be... did Senior Ning take control of the clan’s territory and formation? How did he manage to do it, it’s truly inconceivable..."

"The purple light entering Senior’s body indeed resembles the Ziwei Dou Shu force inherited by our clan, very much like what my father described..."

"Father once said that our clan’s ancestor was blessed by the Ziwei Lord, and the entire clan was under the protection of the Ziwei Dou Shu force. In the past, whenever a great enemy invaded, the ancestors would operate the clan’s Dou Shu force. It’s a pity the method to operate the Dou Shu force has been lost; even my father doesn’t know..."

"But why, would Senior Ning..."

...

Ning Fan looked at the purple starlight surrounding him, somewhat baffled.

He merely took control of the Fengnu Clan’s territory and formation, yet why did countless starlights enter his body out of nowhere, and why did his cultivations receive a temporary boost?

He didn’t know.

Ning Fan didn’t intend to investigate the reasons for the time being.

At this moment, he was most interested in refining the Northern Sea True Lord.

The hand hidden in his sleeve continued to form the Master Seal, sending out divine seals, forcibly taking ownership of more things.

The terrain within a thousand miles acknowledged its master!

The fortune within a thousand miles acknowledged its master!

At this moment, the feeling of affinity with heaven and earth deepened even further for Ning Fan.

The vast terrain turned into a golden mist, floating into the cauldron!

The vast fortune transformed into a rainbow of nine colors, drifting into the cauldron!

The foreign clan cultivators here were once again profoundly shocked.

"The fortune and terrain are actually helping Old Demon Zhao Jian with alchemy, how is this possible! He isn’t the lord of heaven and earth! How could he do this!"

"It must be some method he’s used..."

"Using the thousand-mile terrain to lock the pill shape, using the thousand-mile fortune to alter the pill’s destiny, it seems that the Northern Sea True Lord will definitely be refined into a pill with no chance of failure..."

"Unless someone intervenes!"

"Why haven’t the Three Terraces Star Lords arrived! Someone must stop Old Demon Zhao Jian!"

...

Successfully became the master of the Time Dao over an area of ten thousand miles!

Successfully became the master of the Space Dao over an area of ten thousand miles!

Then, Ning Fan pointed towards the Refining God Cauldron, and the time flow inside the cauldron suddenly accelerated tens of thousands of times!

Outside the cauldron, the flow of time remained as normal as ever!

Such exquisite control over time is something even those who study this Dao thoroughly might not achieve, but Ning Fan achieved it with ease.

Thus, the Beihai True Lord, who had already been refined to a pulp, began to transform at a speed tens of thousands of times faster into one blood-red pill after another, which was precisely the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits!

Boundless Evil Qi emanated from within the cauldron; it was the Evil Qi from the fall of a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint, and once it dispersed, it would be enough to contaminate all the Spirit Veins of the Fengnu Clan.

Such terrifying Evil Qi was sealed back into the cauldron with just a point of Ning Fan’s finger, unable to escape even a bit.

Previously, Ning Fan absolutely couldn’t have sealed such a vast amount of Evil Qi, but now he had become the master of this space covering ten thousand miles. The space here obeyed his command, and if he wished, the mere Evil Qi couldn’t flow out of the cauldron’s space.

Though Ning Fan sealed the Evil Qi within, those with keen senses could still perceive what was happening inside the cauldron.

"Impossible! Impossible! What kind of Demon Art did this person use to refine and kill a Second-Grade Titled Quasi-Saint in such a short time!"

No one would have thought that Ning Fan had a way to master the time of an area of ten thousand miles.

Even more unexpected was that the Beihai True Lord, with cultivations reaching the sky, couldn’t withstand Ning Fan’s hand for long and was refined into a furnace of expensive pills.

...

Meanwhile, within the distant realm of the Northern Boundary River, amidst the sea current of the Boundary River, a Dragon Boat was swiftly heading towards the Fengnu Clan.

Inside the Dragon Boat, an elderly man dressed in the traditional attire of the Ancient Chu Kingdom was kneeling in front of a desk, reading an aged bamboo slip.

The old man’s eyes exuded a trance-like sense, as if showing no interest in anything in the world.

The only thing that seemed to ignite a bit of interest in him was the ancient poetry on the bamboo slip.

"Plucking the bramble leaves, I fill not the basket. Alas, my heart yearns for her, who is on the distant travels... Alas, my heart yearns for her, alas..."

"Ascending the southern mountain, I speak of gathering those blooms. Not seeing the learned man, my heart is saddened, alas..."

Perhaps these verses stirred the old man’s melancholy, he sighed repeatedly, put down the bamboo slip, and stopped reading.

He stood and walked out of the cabin, stood at the bow, gazing at the sea currents on both sides, as if recalling past memories. His melancholy slightly subsided, but a poetic inspiration arose, feeling an urge to express.

The old man sometimes pondered deeply, sometimes opened his mouth to speak, repeatedly yet unable to compose even half a verse.

After an unknown while, suddenly inspiration struck him.

"There is a Boundary River in the north, with a spirit in the river, people say this spirit is the River Lord... let this be the theme then."

With a theme, the old man, looking at the surging waters of the Boundary River, found his thoughts clearer than ever, reciting verses fluently.

"Traveling with you across the nine rivers, fierce winds rise with surging waves.

Riding a water cart with a lotus canopy, pulling two dragons leading with hornless dragons.

Ascending Kunlun with a vast view, my heart soars mightily.

As the day ends I wish not to return, gazing upon the far shore in dreamlike thought.

In a house of fish scales and a dragon hall, a palace of purple shells and pearls, what are spirits doing in water.

Riding a white turtle pursuing patterned fish, traveling with you to the river islet, the ice flow follows swiftly down.

You extend your hand journeying east, sending the beau to the southern shore.

The surging waves come welcoming, the fish scales glistening escorting me."

Upon finishing the recitation, the old man let out a long breath, as if completing something very significant.

He was about to turn back to reconsider the words of this new piece when his expression suddenly changed, becoming astonished.

His face turned slightly serious, no longer in the mood for poetry; as he made some calculations, he already deduced the upheaval within the Fengnu Clan.

"What’s the background of that Zhao Jian, in less than an incense stick’s time, he’s already refined and killed Beihai."

If any different race master were present, they would recognize this old man as Elder Qu Ping, the third among the Three Terraces Star Lords.

...

Northern Boundary River, a Shui Clan cavern residence.

Inside the cavern, a girl round as a ball was gorging food like a whirlwind, in front of her, the mountain of food diminished at an alarming rate.

The expression on the girl’s face was extremely stiff, a stiffness as if devoid of any emotion, only when eating did her eyes reveal slight emotion — allowing one to slightly judge whether she was truly full or still hungry.

Beside the girl, a giant squid the size of a small mountain was angrily saying something.

If Ning Fan were here, he would surely recognize this squid as the Blood God Gengwu.

Who would have thought that the Blood God Gengwu, who escaped with its life that day, had fled all the way from Eastern Heaven to Northern Heaven.

Heaven knows how it managed to escape here!

"Niu! Niu! Niu!" Gengwu exclaimed angrily.

It couldn’t speak, this ’Niu’ word, was once the only human word it knew — now it’s one of the only two words it can say.

"I know, I know, you’ve been bullied by that Niu Manshan again, right? You’ve said it eight hundred times already." The ball-like girl seemed to understand Gengwu’s language, responding indifferently.

"Ning! Ning! Ning!" seeing the girl indifferent to its tragic plight, Gengwu angrily said the other word it knew.

"I know, I know, this time the one who bullied you included a person named Ning Fan, right? You’ve said it even more, nine hundred times already. Don’t worry, if I have a chance to go to Eastern Heaven, I’ll definitely help you out, after all, we grew up eating together as good friends."

"Alright, alright, don’t be angry, come eat more, you’ll grow bigger if you eat more."

"Back in the day, you weren’t much smaller than me—I mean in stature. Look at you now, all skinny. Any medium-sized fish from the Boundary River would be taller and stronger than you—probably a result of me feeding you lately. You eat too little; if you ate like me, would you still fear any bulls, or anything Ning?"

As they spoke, several fish demons hurried over, reporting, "Great Kun Senior, something terrible has happened! Someone is trying to refine and kill the Northern Heavenly Rain Master..."

"Shh, don’t make noise. I’m busy educating Little Gengwu to eat more here."

"But sir, this matter is of great importance..."

"No matter how important, it’s not more important than eating. Do you know, in our Fire Fish Clan, we have a saying! Food is good, and eating well is justice! Hunger is evil, and an empty stomach is the original sin!"

"This, the master’s wisdom, I don’t understand. I only know the Northern Heavenly Rain Master is of great significance..."

"If you don’t understand, go away! You’re disturbing my meal!"

The chubby girl became impatient and casually tossed the reporting fish demons tens of thousands of miles away.

Then she said to Little Gengwu, "Alright, no one’s disturbing us now. Let’s continue eating..."

"By the way, Little Gengwu, let me ask you something. Did I just mention the Fire Fish Clan when I was talking?"

"What’s the Fire Fish Clan?"

"Why did I mention the Fire Fish Clan?"

"Strange."

"Forget it. In life, people do many strange things and say many strange words; no need to delve into each one. Just like, when people are hungry, they’ll fight, and when they’re full, they’ll argue, over and over, endlessly."

"Hey, Little Gengwu, do you think sister’s words are philosophical? That’s because sister is feeling a bit... full!"

The chubby girl finally ate her fill and showed a rare sweet smile.

But inexplicably, just as some feelings began to emerge in her heart, they were erased by an invisible force.

She returned to a face of apathy, full of bewilderment, as if she had forgotten many things.

"Hey, Little Gengwu, I seem to... be hungry again."

This chubby girl was none other than the Great Kun of the Northern Sea, ranked second among the Three Terraces Star Lords.

...

Ning Fan, in an extremely short time, refined the Northern Sea True Lord into a cauldron of Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Sensing the Northern Sea True Lord’s death, the Alchemy Demon trapped under the Ant Lord Tao Mountain was overcome with sorrow, letting out a woeful cry, "It pains me so!"

The Alchemy Demon wept with old tears streaming down, and all the sorrow and anger transformed into a demon roar, bursting forth.

Roar—

This was the roar of the Quasi-Saint Ancient Demon, the power of which was like a cataclysm, instantly plunging the Fengnu Clan into an earthquake.

The roar targeted Ning Fan and all the Fengnu Clan people here, clearly aiming to kill with the roar!

But Ning Fan would not permit the roar to spread or harm any Fengnu Clan person.

Seeing Ning Fan raise his finger, the Alchemy Demon’s roar was forcibly confined, echoing only under the Ant Lord Tao Mountain, no longer able to propagate outward.

"Hateful, hateful!" Seeing himself too weak to even utter a roar, the Alchemy Demon felt shame for the first time in his life, hating enough to grind his teeth, but unable to crawl out from under the Ant Lord Tao Mountain, nor contend with Ning Fan in the slightest.

Unlike the saddened Alchemy Demon, the Fengnu Clan people felt joyous seeing the Northern Sea True Lord fall, each kneeling on the ground, expressing infinite gratitude to Ning Fan.

"Thank you, senior, for helping us avenge this great enmity..." Even Ji Fuyao herself knelt down, bowing to Ning Fan unknowingly, tears streaming down.

Ning Fan waved his sleeve, then a wave of Rain Intent lifted everyone up, saying, "I refined him not for your sake, but for my own karma, so there’s no need to thank me."

"As for the elixir refined in the cauldron, I don’t plan to give it to you..." This sentence Ning Fan said to Ji Fuyao.

The Blood of the Ten Thousand Spirits involved Ancient Deity matters, and Ning Fan wouldn’t gift such things to others.

"The cauldron’s elixir naturally belongs to the senior! The junior only desires the result of refining the Northern Sea Old Thief, dares not covet the senior’s things."

"That’s good. Indeed, the cauldron’s elixir is rather special, unsuitable for gifting; moreover, it is harmful without benefit to you, taking it is useless, attracting only trouble. But I did borrow your clan’s territory and formation to perform alchemy, so I should give you some token of gratitude."

"No, it’s should be us giving thanks to the senior..." Seeing Ning Fan actually about to give some token, Ji Fuyao was shocked, repeatedly declining it.

Ning Fan’s mind was set, about to take out something to give the Fengnu Clan when suddenly sensing something, his expression turned solemn, "This matter shall wait! Do not disturb me for now!"

Hearing this, Ji Fuyao’s heart skipped a beat, knowing it must be a momentous event; otherwise, how could Ning Senior reveal such an expression?

Could it be that the Three Terraces Star Lords have arrived?!

Could it be more than one Star Lord has come?!

Could it be...

In an instant, Ji Fuyao just felt her heart in turmoil. Being a clan leader and having the task of guarding the Ziwei Beiji Palace, she had long witnessed the might of the Three Terraces Star Lords, each as powerful as monsters.

Though Ning Senior is similarly monster-like in strength, if the Three Terraces Star Lords arrived together, could Ning Senior’s solitary power withstand three monsters, wouldn’t this mean eating a big loss?

"Father, Mother! Please forgive your daughter’s wilfulness! Your daughter might act shamefully for the Fengnu Clan today! If those Three Terraces Star Lords really dare bully with numbers, harming Ning Senior, your daughter would rather detonate the Immortal Emperor’s Mandate to give the senior a chance to escape!"

Ji Fuyao’s Demon Soul hands clutched the Ziwei Immortal Emperor’s Mandate tightly, waiting for an enemy.

She waited and waited but the Three Terraces Star Lords never arrived.

She didn’t realize Ning Fan was not serious because of any Three Terraces Star Lords, but due to some changes occurring in the current refining of Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Previously, Ning Fan’s refining of Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits resulted in thousands of elixirs per cauldron, each being low-grade Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits—which, in potency compares to the Ninth Revolution Golden Pill.

However, this time it was different.

Still, thousands per cauldron, but this time Ning Fan clearly sensed the cauldron’s low-grade Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits engaging in mutual devouring, merging with each other!

Why was this happening?

Ning Fan didn’t know, but this didn’t hinder him from speculating.

Perhaps it was because this time the material’s cultivations was higher, or perhaps it was because he perfectly sealed the Evil Qi when refining, not allowing the Second-Grade Quasi-Saint’s Evil Qi in the cauldron to dissipate in the slightest.

In any case, a real change was happening!

Because Ning Fan accelerated the time flow inside the cauldron, the speed at which the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits devoured one another was astonishingly fast. In just two breaths of time, the number of Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits inside the cauldron had decreased to three hundred.

After another two breaths, only a hundred were left.

After that, seventy, fifty, thirty...

Finally, only the last two of the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits remained in the cauldron: one was a Yin pill, and the other a Yang pill. Among them, the Yin pill had extremely strong medicinal power, which was ten times stronger than the Yang pill.

Due to the severe imbalance of Yin and Yang, the last two of the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits could not perfectly merge.

But this was not difficult for Ning Fan!

He practiced Yin and Yang, and his life-long expertise was harmonizing things that were difficult to integrate.

Then, Ning Fan suddenly raised his hand and slapped the Refining God Cauldron. This slap seemed ordinary, but it effortlessly dispersed the Yin and Yang Qi contained within the Yin and Yang pills.

With another exertion of his divine skills, the Yin and Yang Qi inside the cauldron transformed into small black and white fish, swimming within the cauldron.

Among them, the black fish were Yin, ten in number, while the white fish were Yang, only one.

Ning Fan’s divine skills changed again, forcibly merging the eleven Yin-Yang Fish into a gourd-shaped Taiji Diagram of Yin-Yang.

The gourd’s head was Yang, though weak, it occupied the top position, suppressing ten times the Yin by taking advantage of its position, thus achieving balance.

At the moment this balance was achieved, the last two of the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits finally fused into one.

Boom!

An impact force emanated from the cauldron, lifting the cauldron lid.

Then, a blood-red elixir the size of a Dao Fruit flew out from the cauldron, whirling in midair.

"What a fragrance!"

Everyone here smelled the overwhelming aroma of the elixir.

The aroma was like sandalwood, or perhaps cedar, extremely unique. Just one whiff made everyone feel invigorated, even their cultivations showed a slight improvement.

It’s unimaginable what kind of wonder it would be if one were to take a bite of this elixir!

Rumble!

Suddenly, thunder was heard.

Everyone looked up and noticed unprecedented ten-colored tribulation clouds appearing over the Fengnu Clan.

"What kind of tribulation cloud is this?"

"Could it be about to strike the pill thunder?"

As everyone speculated, pill thunder was already condensing from the tribulation clouds.

This pill thunder had ten colors, and the power it emitted was enough to turn several Immortal Emperors into ashes.

If this pill thunder were to fall without obstruction, everyone here—except Ning Fan and the Alchemy Demon being suppressed under the Ant Lord Tao Mountain—would be turned into ashes!

"Hiss! What kind of pill thunder is this, how could it be so terrifying!"

"Not good! We must leave quickly, lest we be caught in this!"

"Cough, cough, Old Demon Zhao Jian has sealed the heavens and earth, we cannot escape."

"Don’t panic! The pill thunder only aims to destroy the elixir. Old Demon Zhao Jian went through great effort to refine this elixir, how could he bear to let it be destroyed? He will surely do everything to resist the pill thunder."

"Even with Old Demon Zhao standing in front, we must be extremely careful not to be hit by the aftershocks of the pill thunder."

The foreign clan cultivators were tense, when suddenly they saw Ning Fan summon a lightning diagram and a Thunder Infant and Ancestral Thunder Sparrow flew out of it.

"Great! Master has found us some delicacies again!"

The infant and sparrow rejoiced, rushing towards the pill thunder, devouring it completely in just a few bites.

Ning Fan withdrew the lightning diagram, and with a hand gesture, the elixir spun towards his palm.

Because it had just been concocted, the elixir was still hot, but this temperature was nothing to Ning Fan.

"Is this Mid-grade Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits..."

"Such strong medicinal power, the potency almost reaches that of a Ten Revolutions Elixir, though it falls short of a true Ten Revolutions Elixir, likely because the last two pills had a severely imbalanced ratio of Yin and Yang... Though I managed to harmonize them, it’s far from perfect."

"Huh? There’s actually a trace of The Power of Bestowal on this elixir..."

"The title of rain..."

"If I consume this Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits, I might immediately cultivate a complete title of rain..."

Ning Fan was rather pleased.

With a casual refinement of the Northern Sea True Lord, he unexpectedly refined a Mid-grade Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits, his luck seemed quite good.

Sadly, just as Ning Fan’s joy was budding, a voice transmitted across millions of miles.

"Daoist, may I borrow the elixir in your hand for a look?" Elder Qu Ping came riding on a Dragon Boat, breaking through the waves, still some distance from the Fengnu Clan, thus transmitting his voice.

"No." Ning Fan replied indifferently.

"If that is so, apologies." Elder Qu Ping sighed lightly.

Almost the moment his words fell, Ning Fan felt endless rivers crossing millions of miles, overwhelming him.

These were rivers formed by Daoist Thought, invisible to the eye, yet containing all the Dao Elder Qu Ping had cultivated in his life.

"This is the First Layer of my Daoist Thought, its name, Miluo!"

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