Chapter 60: Blood-Soaked Hell

“Be careful.”

Wei Long spoke a warning as he advanced, a red robe materializing on his body.

Divine Art·Blood Demon Robe!

Lu Ran’s body tensed, gripping his wooden knife tightly.

The higher the rank of the Blood Demon Robe, the deeper its color.

And the robe on Wei Long’s body was a “Crimson Robe!”

Its divine art quality could not be lower than River Grade.

“Whoosh!”

Wei Long, striding forward, suddenly flicked his palm.

The trailing hem of the robe swept forward—but midway, its vibrant hue rapidly faded.

By the time it reached Lu Ran’s face, it had turned translucent.

Clearly, Wei Long was strictly following Commandant Sun Zhengfang’s orders, deliberately lowering the divine art’s intensity.

Was he afraid he might accidentally kill Lu Ran in one blow?

“Riiip—”

The sound of fabric tearing rang out abruptly.

As Lu Ran ducked to dodge the sweeping hem, he slashed his wooden knife fiercely upward.

The low-quality wooden knife, wrapped in dense divine power, swung into a half-moon mist!

The lowest-grade Blood Demon Robe was instantly slashed open.

Lu Ran was already a Mist Realm Stage Four devotee—not the helpless lamb he once was.

“Hah!” came Sun Zhengfang’s laugh from afar, “I told you to go easy, but not this easy.”

This kid’s one of the Bureau’s specially selected trial trainees—he’s got some skill.”

“Yes!” Wei Long shouted, his robe vanishing and reappearing as a fresh light red one.

The sight left Lu Ran stunned.

One-click outfit change?

The next instant, the robe’s hem struck again.

Lu Ran, already crouched, instantly pushed off his feet and leapt sideways.

Roll, rise—fluid and seamless.

Such clean, precise movements earned a silent nod from Wei Long.

Now, how will you respond next?

“Huuu~”

Wind surged in waves.

The light red robe suddenly expanded, covering sky and earth.

In an instant, the sky above Lu Ran was shrouded in light red.

“Sss”

Lu Ran’s feet spewed mist, retreating rapidly backward.

A shallow red tide crashed to the ground, while Lu Ran fell into the embrace of Da Mengyan.

Mist erupted beneath Lu Ran’s feet as he retreated rapidly.

The light red tide crashed to the ground, while Lu Ran tumbled into Deng Yuxiang’s arms.

Deng Yuxiang reached out, steadying Lu Ran’s back as she gently pushed him sideways:

“Run, little Lu Ran—don’t get crushed.”

“My sister’s the most caring!” Lu Ran’s voice faded as mist surged beneath his feet, shooting toward the rooftop’s center.

“You brat,” Deng Yuxiang scolded with a laugh, watching the light red tide roll toward Lu Ran.

Sun Zhengfang chuckled: “Wei Long, what are you doing?!”

You’re giving zero pressure—how’s Lu Ran still joking around?!”

Wei Long’s inner thoughts were rich, yet his expression remained cold; he suddenly raised his palm.

Didn’t you tell me to go easy?

Wei Long’s thoughts were rich, but his expression remained cold as he suddenly raised his palm.

Deng Yuxiang’s eyes narrowed—she opened her mouth to warn Lu Ran, then stopped herself.

His rapidly darting figure came to an abrupt stop.

Lu Ran slammed his foot down hard—mist churned!

His rapid forward dash came to an abrupt halt.

Just one meter ahead, energy surged—and a blood-red chain materialized out of thin air.

If Lu Ran hadn’t reacted, he’d already been bound by that chain!

Divine Art·Chain of the Captive Demons!

“Captive Demons” doesn’t mean demon.

The deity bears this name because his divine art can imprison countless evil spirits.

“Oh?” Wei Hu’s eyes widened slightly at the rooftop railing.

He hadn’t expected Lu Ran to dodge that!

A Mist Realm devotee halting his momentum mid-sprint?

Such bodily control is rare.

What intrigued Wei Hu even more was how Lu Ran sensed the danger ahead.

The Chain of the Captive Demons appeared instantly—blazingly fast!

The only clue was a brief energy ripple before the chain formed.

Under such blinding speed, could Lu Ran still detect that disturbance?

A true expert sees the subtleties.

Lu Ran’s simple stop revealed far more than anyone expected.

“Right, we’re testing Lu Ran,” Sun Zhengfang still had his phone to his ear, eyes never leaving Lu Ran.

Deng Yuxiang raised an eyebrow, watching Lu Ran’s back with keen interest.

Yu Tang had indeed said the five of them killed for twenty-one straight days in Dog Village, during which Lu Ran often covered his eyes with a red cloth.

So she’d been right—he’d taken her advice seriously?

“Whoa!” Lu Ran, still shaken, unleashed mist again beneath his feet.

He’d barely retreated when another blood-red chain appeared where he’d just been.

Blood-red chains appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing haphazardly.

“Huh?” Wei Long echoed the same surprised sound, his raised palm never lowering.

One after another, blood-red chains materialized—crisscrossing chaotically.

Yet none could trap the nimble little lamb!

“This intensity is rising too fast!” Lu Ran shouted.

Sidestep, retreat, crouch, divine hoof.

Stop abruptly, duck, lift leg, divine hoof.

Wei Hu was utterly stunned!

His usually solemn face blurted out two words: “Holy shit?!”

Sun Zhengfang’s phone had gone silent—he could only see Lu Ran’s bouncing figure.

“Good!” Deng Yuxiang’s eyes sparkled.

In just twenty-one days, he’s reached this level?

Hard training was inevitable—but on the other hand,

Lu Ran truly lives up to his reputation—he’s a prodigy who drew forth the demon Yan Zhi Ren!

“Hah!” Sun Zhengfang laughed loudly, “Wei Long, ramp it up—gradually, find his limit!”

Few things make a middle-aged man laugh so freely.

Sun Zhengfang was genuinely thrilled!

He’d always been reluctant to assign Lu Ran to missions.

After all, it was the fifteenth of July.

Any mishap, and he couldn’t imagine the punishment he and his squad would face.

Worse—he felt guilty himself.

Who knew Lu Ran would perform so brilliantly?

Is his evasion skill maxed out?

“Understood.” Wei Long replied flatly, “Increasing intensity.”

Instantly, the chains appeared slightly faster.

“Easy, easy! Spicy Stick Brother!” Lu Ran flailed wildly, panicked.

Looking at it this way, his nickname “Da Mengyan” actually sounded rather fitting.

“Hahaha!” Deng Yuxiang burst out laughing.

[101] Now she realized—her nickname “Great Nightmare” wasn’t so bad after all.

[102] As Wei Long increased intensity, Lu Ran, dodging continuously, drew ever closer to Wei Long’s position.

This could not possibly have been intentional on Lu Ran's part.

On the contrary, it must have been Wei Long’s deliberate act!

“Huuu!!”

Beneath Wei Long’s feet, a crimson mist churned violently.

As expected, the moment Lu Ran entered Wei Long’s spell range, the latter cast without hesitation.

Divine Art: Blood Sea Chaos!

This is the Divine Art suited for Cultivators of the River Realm, Third Stage, among the Prisoner Demon’s followers.

As the name suggests, thick crimson mist surged like ocean waves, spreading outward in rolling tides.

This technique disrupts the target, causing their internal mist to scatter wildly and interfere with their spellcasting.

It’s a form of soft control.

Wei Long’s strategy was clear: the Divine Art: Immortal Hoof had aided Lu Ran far too much, granting him far too much leeway.

Once deprived of this advantage, how could Lu Ran possibly struggle on?

“Crack!”

The sturdy sheep leg, woven from white mist on Lu Ran’s calf, was violently shattered by the crimson tide.

It appeared shattered—but in truth, Lu Ran’s divine power surged chaotically, rendering him unable to reform the Immortal Hoof!

“Gone,” Wei Hu shook his head, yet still believed Lu Ran had performed admirably.

Look at this scene!

On the ground, thick crimson mist churned endlessly.

Countless blood-red chains hung suspended in midair, crisscrossing in disarray.

It was like hell itself!

This place was never meant for a Mist Realm cultivator!

“Plink~”

At the corner of the rooftop, Sun Zhengfang’s phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Sun Zhengfang stared, mouth slightly agape, at the figure still dodging and darting through the crimson hell.

What did I just see?

Is Lu Ran blindfolded?

Sun Zhengfang stared closely, confirmed again and again—he was truly stunned.

Lu Ran had truly closed his eyes!

The others on the rooftop immediately noticed this as well.

In an instant, their expressions became wildly varied!

Yet Lu Ran, eyes tightly shut, continued retreating and dodging.

A tilt of the head, a raise of the hand, a backward lean of the torso, a Shunshi turn.

Every step was heart-stopping!

The white mist sheep leg could no longer wrap his calf or form outside his body to assist him.

But what of the Evil Art: Evil Perception?

No matter how wildly his divine power surged within, as long as there was divine power inside, his senses could be activated!

It might sound unbelievable.

The more violently Lu Ran’s divine power churned, the more intensely his senses were awakened!

He could even smell the fragrance of Daimengyan’s shampoo.

He didn’t know what brand she used—light, elegant, refined.

Was it camellia?

Maybe.

At this point, Lu Ran still performed so well precisely because the Prisoner Demon’s Divine Art: Blood Sea Chaos was a soft control technique, not a hard one.

So…

Evil Art—activate?

No, the Evil Art had been active since the battle began!

Twenty-one days of grueling training had allowed Lu Ran to grasp the threshold.

After returning home, equipped with the Evil Art: Evil Perception, he had been thrown open into a whole new world—like a tiger given wings!

Listen—

Lu Ran, eyes closed, suddenly tilted his head.

“Whoosh!” A crimson chain materialized in midair, whipping past his ear.

Did you hear that?

The sound of wind.

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(End of Chapter)