Chapter 236: Blood of Divinity

I always said that old woman’s story was nonsense—how could Luoshen Peak kill someone with divine nature just because of some prophecy from the Heaven’s Secret Elder?

Li Muxian shook his head, and the senior disciple of Luoshen Peak immediately nodded involuntarily.

He had once suffered terribly because he responded too slowly—the other party activated the Life-Death Seal, making him wish he were dead.

At this moment, Li Muxian waved his hand and said:

“Stop standing there frozen—don’t you have any sense? Send the distress signal right now!”

Hearing this, the young man convulsed violently, then immediately pulled a jade tube from his bosom and activated it with true qi, transforming it into a golden flame that shot skyward.

The golden flame rose above Bai Lian City, then exploded into blinding light—far more conspicuous than the signal emitted earlier by the Grand Elder of Bai Lian Peak.

“Sure enough, a major sect—everyone’s more afraid of death than the next. Even their distress signals are like flare guns.”

Li Muxian glanced up at the night sky, now as bright as day, and clicked his tongue.

The senior disciple of Luoshen Peak lowered his head; his originally pale face was now filled with darkness and venom.

“Arrogant fool—you actually allowed me to call for help? Utterly stupid, begging for death!”

And this was his only chance now.

He had memorized every moment of the torment Li Muxian inflicted on him, and when his master and the senior uncles arrived, he would repay every ounce of pain he suffered—ten thousandfold, a hundred thousandfold.

All he needed to do now was endure humiliation, satisfy every demand of this man, and avoid the inhuman agony of the Life-Death Seal.

Moreover, he was certain: his innate divine ability protected him—this man could only inflict pain, but could not kill him in the short term.

At this moment, Li Muxian watched the signal in the sky slowly fade, then turned his gaze back to the senior disciple of Luoshen Peak.

“Enough. If you have no other value to offer, it’s time for you to go.”

Li Muxian spoke calmly.

The hidden secret of Luoshen Peak—one of the four great sects of the martial world—lay in its founding ancestor.

The patriarch who built this vast sect was himself a being of divine nature, and a martial genius unmatched in his age.

According to this senior disciple, such individuals were one in ten thousand—capable of simultaneously cultivating both divine and martial paths.

As for divine-martial cultivation: the martial side needed no explanation—they naturally possessed top-tier martial arts. But to enhance their divine power, they had to do one thing: consume divine blood.

The source of divine blood was, of course, beings with innate divine abilities—and this was why Luoshen Peak secretly slaughtered villages and towns targeting such people.

But their true goal was not to exterminate divine beings—it was to obtain divine blood. That old woman had clearly been wrong—or worse, she had lied deliberately.

This matter might also touch upon another major secret of Luoshen Peak.

Divine blood within divine beings possessed extreme resistance—it could not be absorbed by ordinary people or even other divine beings.

Yet Luoshen Peak possessed an extremely unique divine art capable of devouring divine blood—this was the opportunity their founding patriarch gained before rising to power, and the very foundation of Luoshen Peak.

But divine beings were rare, and this divine art was exceedingly difficult to cultivate—so only a handful of top-tier figures within Luoshen Peak could practice it, including every single Grand Master.

This senior disciple of Luoshen Peak, so young yet possessing such formidable innate divine ability, had achieved it by killing many divine beings and devouring vast quantities of divine blood.

At this moment, the senior disciple of Luoshen Peak composed himself, raised his head, and asked Li Muxian:

“I have obeyed every one of your demands without hesitation. Even so, you still intend to kill me?”

Hearing this, Li Muxian glanced at him and asked:

“You said earlier I couldn’t kill you—do you still believe that?”

At these words, the senior disciple of Luoshen Peak stared at Li Muxian but said nothing.

Seeing this, Li Muxian nodded.

The next instant, he released all restraint on the young man, extended one finger, and pressed it toward the young man’s third eye.

The young man narrowed his eyes—immediately, the heavenly and earthly true qi around him boiled violently. A strange power flowed through his body, rendering him ethereal and insubstantial.

Then, a blood hole pierced clean through his right chest.

The young man glanced down, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile curled his lips.

But instantly, his expression changed—he frantically reached for his forehead.

At that moment, the flesh of his third eye was collapsing inward, forming a hole the size of a fingertip, rapidly drilling deep into his skull.

And simultaneously, one, two, three…

Countless blood holes, piercing clean through, appeared across his abdomen, arms, thighs, and every part of his body.

No matter how he channeled his divine power, no matter how he shifted his body to evade damage—

The hole in his third eye grew deeper, eventually piercing entirely through his skull, leaving a gaping, translucent blood wound on his forehead.

The senior disciple of Luoshen Peak widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief, and his life force vanished rapidly.

In the space of a blink, his entire body became a human sieve, riddled with countless blood holes left by his failed damage-shifting.

Li Muxian withdrew his finger, watching the young man’s body, now like a honeycomb, fall toward the gutter below the street, and shook his head:

“You couldn’t even endure that many damage shifts? You devoured so much divine blood—and still this weak?”

Then he reached down, grasped the young man’s corpse, and strands of luminous essence blood rose from the countless wounds, flowing upward toward the rooftop of Baixiang Pavilion.

Li Muxian activated the “Devouring Divine Art” he had extracted from the young man’s mouth.

In the next instant, dark red blood veins appeared on his palm.

The blood veins connected with heaven and earth, pulsing like living things, spreading rapidly across his entire body.

But Li Muxian merely glanced at his palm—those blood veins emerging from his flesh instantly retreated under invisible pressure, leaving only a palm-sized patch visible on his palm.

Then, the luminous essence blood was absorbed and devoured by the blood veins on his palm.

According to the senior disciple of Luoshen Peak, even if an ordinary person mastered the “Devouring Divine Art,” they could not absorb divine blood for themselves.

But Li Muxian didn’t care—even if he wasn’t a divine being, he would force it with brute strength and try.

After absorbing the young man’s divine blood with the Devouring Divine Art, it coalesced in his palm.

Li Muxian tried to integrate it into himself, but its unique power resisted fiercely—as if utterly incompatible with him.

Even when he forced it with his own qi, the divine blood merely scattered and dissolved.

“Unbelievable. This time, brute force didn’t work.”

Li Muxian frowned, about to abandon the experiment of absorbing divine blood.

But suddenly, he recalled the refined verses of the Azure Dragon Cangming Scripture, nearing completion.

“Though the power within divine beings differs from Qilin blood and Azure Dragon true qi, my improved scripture might still be able to absorb other forms of power.”

After pondering for a moment, Li Muxian simply activated both the “Devouring Divine Art” and the “Azure Dragon Cangming Scripture” simultaneously, merging them into one, exerting maximum pressure to absorb the divine blood in his palm.

Moments later, Li Muxian furrowed his brow—he found the effect was minimal, but it was real.

Yet this sparked a sudden thought in his mind.

Whether Qilin blood, Azure Dragon true qi, or Zhu Que bones—all these things tied to ancient divine beasts were independent of martial cultivation.

They seemed utterly different from the power within divine beings, yet somehow hinted at a faint, elusive connection.

This made Li Muxian wonder: where did these powers originate?

If there was no transcendence through martial cultivation, did other paths to transcendence exist?

Or was the only path to transcendence continuous fusion and evolution?

(End of Chapter)