Chapter 227: Opening the Blood Sea, Casting the Jianggong

The administrator of the second floor was likewise an elderly Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator.

Under his surprised gaze, Xia Daoming handed over two thousand spirit stones with an air of ease, then walked impatiently into the repository where various ancient scrolls were stored.

Once he stepped into the repository.

Xia Daoming was somewhat stunned by the spectacular scene before him.

Scrolls made of different materials, exuding the aura of time, were placed on shelf after shelf.

The shelves were arranged row after row, numbering at least a hundred.

"The foundation of a great sect is truly profound!" Xia Daoming exclaimed with great admiration.

Each row of shelves had a sign indicating the type of scrolls placed there.

This saved Xia Daoming a great deal of time.

He surmised that blood-Qi force was not essentially different from true Qi and magic power; the difference lay only in the methods of application.

As soon as the fourth ancient scroll was opened, a vast sea of blood filled his vision; in the center of the blood sea stood an incomparably magnificent giant blood-colored palace.

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Five days later.

The second ancient scroll was the Tiger-Subduing Hand Seal method.

Under the astonished gazes of the administrators of the second and first floors of the Scripture Pavilion, Xia Daoming strode away, his heart surging with excitement.

Xia Daoming quickly set aside the Palm Thunder method, his gaze falling upon the last ancient scroll, his heart incomparably tense.

Xia Daoming quickly set aside the Green Eagle Wind-Riding Art and opened the second ancient scroll.

It was unknown how long it had been since these ancient scrolls had been flipped through; they were actually covered in a layer of dust.

Xia Daoming followed the signs on the shelves, searching row by row, until he finally found a row of shelves in the very corner.

Xia Daoming looked at the four ancient scrolls placed on the shelf before him; he, who was always steady and calm, could not help but feel his heartbeat quicken, his mood tense, filled with anxiety over gains and losses.

The third ancient scroll was the Palm Thunder method, which transformed blood-Qi force into thunder force, erupting from the palm.

However, Xia Daoming soon set it aside.

The fierce tiger here was naturally not an ordinary fierce tiger, but represented a powerful demonic beast.

In the ancient era, body-refining powerhouses emerged in endless succession; at that time, the Great Dao of body-refining was flourishing, and various divine abilities were prevalent, which were actually immortal Dao methods in a certain sense.

What was recorded in the ancient scroll was a flight technique called the Green Eagle Wind-Riding Art.

After a good while, Xia Daoming took a deep breath, picked up the first ancient scroll, and slowly opened it.

This method could instantly mobilize a large amount of blood sea power, transforming it into a giant hand seal to suppress the fierce tiger.

This method was very profound, using blood-Qi force to induce wind power, just as cultivators used magic power to induce wind power, thereby enabling the body-refiner to ride the wind for a long time, rather than relying on brute force to leap, or consuming a large amount of blood-Qi force to forcibly lift a person for short-distance low-altitude flight.

On the shelf were placed only four ancient scrolls made of some unknown beast skin.

The shelf was only marked with the words "Body Refining Martial Dao," with no other detailed notes.

The Green Eagle Wind-Riding Art recorded in this ancient scroll allowed Xia Daoming to verify some of his previous conjectures about blood-Qi force.

However, Xia Daoming had no mind to study any wind-riding art now; what he wanted now was the path beyond the Grandmaster.

The path beyond the Grandmaster was already firmly memorized in his heart.

The fourth ancient scroll not only recorded in detail the method of opening the blood sea but also recorded the Dao of casting the Jianggong.

Refining meridians, opening the blood sea, casting the Middle Origin Jianggong—these were the first three realms of body-refining.

Refining meridians had twelve layers of realms, which were the current first to fourth-rank Martial Masters, fifth to eighth-rank Great Martial Masters, ninth to eleventh-rank Grandmasters, and the twelfth-rank Grandmaster.

After that, it was opening the blood sea.

It was just that the human physique had severely degenerated nowadays, born weak; even if all twelve meridians were refined through, the toughness and width of the twelve meridians, and the quality and quantity of the blood-Qi force contained within the meridians, still could not break open the blood gate to open the blood sea.

The blood sea surged, which could cast the Middle Origin Jianggong, suppress the physical body and soul, and gestate divine weapons and Dao seeds.

Casting the Middle Origin Jianggong, according to the ancient scroll's records, the supreme method was to use one's own

essence blood to suppress the center, and use the essence blood of the four great divine beasts—the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—to suppress the four directions.

This method not only had the highest success rate, but the Jianggong cast was also the most solid and firm.

One could also take the essence blood of other divine beasts or spirit beasts to suppress the four directions, but the success rate was relatively lower, and the Jianggong created would also be inferior.

"Joining the Profound Heaven Sect was truly the right move. Now, not only is opening the blood sea in sight, but I didn't expect that, through a twist of fate, I have already prepared a portion of the True Dragon essence blood needed to cast the Jianggong." Standing at the head of the flying boat, facing the wind, Xia Daoming was in an excellent mood.

The flying boat flew through the rolling mountains and arrived at Qingyun City.

Arriving at Qingyun City, Xia Daoming directly steered the flying boat to fly over the Dongcheng, to Mo Yongzhi's Elder Mansion.

The Dongcheng was a vital area of the Outer Sect Qingyun City.

Ordinary people certainly could not fly here.

However, Xia Daoming was now a personal disciple of a Jin Dan Elder; in terms of status, he was even more noble and transcendent than the various Hall Masters and Hall Elders of the Outer Sect. Moreover, he carried a token, so the Dongcheng's great array automatically identified him and was not restricted by flight.

The flying boat landed in front of the Elder Mansion.

The gate-keeping servant disciple saw a flying boat land directly in front of the Elder Mansion and thought it was some Foundation Establishment senior visiting. As a result, when he saw that it was Xia Daoming who stepped off the flying boat, he could not help but be filled with shock and confusion.

Xia Daoming had come to the Elder Mansion many times, so the gate-keeping servant disciple naturally recognized him.

"So it is Xia Shixiong. The Elder gave instructions long ago, saying that if you came, I should immediately invite you to the backyard to see her." The servant disciple quickly suppressed the shock and confusion in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward to bow.

A seventh-rank official in front of the Prime Minister's gate.

Although the servant disciple's status could not compare to that of an Outer Sect disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect, as a person from Elder Mo's mansion, he had always addressed Outer Sect disciples as fellow brothers of the same generation.

The matter of Xia Daoming joining under the tutelage of Wei Shu had variables and was not finally determined, so Mo Yongzhi naturally would not inform the gate-keeping disciple in advance.

And although the servant disciple was shocked and confused in his heart as to why Xia Daoming could fly directly to the Elder Mansion, he could never have imagined that Xia Daoming had already joined under the tutelage of a Jin Dan Elder.

This "Xu Shixiong" was definitely not something he could call.

However, Xia Daoming naturally would not be like Cen Jian.

He just smiled and nodded at the servant disciple, saying, "Good, I'll trouble you to lead the way."

"Xia Shixiong, please follow me." The servant disciple nodded and then led the way in front.

Mo Yongzhi was in the backyard guiding Watching Lan Xue's cultivation.

Before Xia Daoming had even reached the entrance of the backyard, she had already sensed his aura.

Times have changed.

Now, she, along with Wan Yan and Shao Shiyu, not only owed Xia Daoming a great favor, but he had not returned for five days this time, and it was very likely that he had already become a registered disciple of Elder Wei Shu.

Therefore, even with Mo Yongzhi's status, this time, as soon as she sensed Xia Daoming's aura, she immediately took Watching Lan Xue to welcome him out of the moon-shaped gate of the backyard.

"Daoming, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go, let's go to the backyard to sit for a while; I'll have someone prepare some tea and snacks for you." Mo Yongzhi said with a smile on her face.

The servant disciple saw Elder Mo Yongzhi come out to welcome him personally, and the tone was completely that of peers interacting, and he could not help but be shocked to the point of utter confusion.

"Many thanks, Xu Shixiong Sister Mo." Xia Daoming smiled and nodded, following Mo Yongzhi toward the backyard.

The servant disciple who was turning to leave heard Xia Daoming address Mo Yongzhi as "Xu Shixiong Sister" and his legs almost went weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Elder Wei Shu has accepted you as a registered disciple!" Mo Yongzhi, however, suddenly turned her head, her face full of surprise.

Watching Lan Xue was the same, and at the same time, the gaze she looked at Xia Daoming with was filled with even more admiration.

Big Xu Shixiong is truly amazing; he is only at the Qi Refining realm, yet he has joined under the tutelage of a Jin Dan Elder.

"No." Xia Daoming replied casually.

"No? Then why did you call me Xu Shixiong Sister? Your courage is a bit too big!" Mo Yongzhi glared at him, not in a good mood, while feeling somewhat disappointed in her heart.

But it could not be said that there was much disappointment.

After all, it was Elder Wei Shu, not some other Jin Dan Elder.

His temperament was eccentric, and this status as a registered disciple was very insecure; perhaps in a few days, he would be swept out the door.

To exchange a Blood-Lin Dragon Breath Grass of over three thousand years for such an unstable status, it was hard to say if it was worth it.

Not being accepted as a registered disciple by him, at least the valuable Blood-Lin Dragon Breath Grass was preserved.

"My Master did not accept me as a registered disciple, but he accepted me as a personal disciple. Could it be that a personal disciple of a Jin Dan Elder cannot address you as Xu Shixiong Sister?" Xia Daoming said, a trace of triumph at his scheme succeeding appearing on his face.

"What! Per, personal disciple!" Mo Yongzhi did not pay any attention to Xia Daoming's triumphant little thoughts at all, but was so shocked that even her speech became somewhat stuttering.

"Yes, this is the token!" Xia Daoming triumphantly took out the token.

In front of some friends he approved of, he was still prone to revealing his true nature.

Mo Yongzhi knew that it was impossible for it to be fake, but she still could not help but take it and look at it over and over again.

"How did you do it? Elder Wei Shu actually accepted you directly as a personal disciple?" Mo Yongzhi asked curiously after a good while, handing the token back to Xia Daoming.

"I didn't do anything. As soon as Elder Wei Shu saw me, he was attracted by my personality charm, and then he insisted on accepting me as a personal disciple. I suggested several times that he consider it seriously, but he wouldn't agree, so I had no choice." Xia Daoming said solemnly while casually throwing the token to Watching Lan Xue, who was staring at it curiously.

"This..." Mo Yongzhi looked at Xia Daoming, speechless for a while.

She naturally did not believe his nonsense, but she really could not think of any other reason why Elder Wei Shu would accept Xia Daoming as a personal disciple.

"So, you stayed in the Elder Mansion for these five days, listening to Elder Wei Shu's teachings?" Mo Yongzhi asked with an envious face.

As the saying goes, a famous teacher produces a brilliant student; hearing a few words from a gentleman is better than reading books for ten years.

If she had such good luck and could often listen to teachings beside a Jin Dan Elder, then even if cultivation resources were a bit tight, nine times out of ten she should have already stepped into the Foundation Establishment late-stage realm.

"No, I stayed in the Scripture Pavilion for these five days." Xia Daoming replied casually.

Mo Yongzhi heard this and stared straight at Xia Daoming, her brain rumbling, unable to recover for a long time.

Just accepted as a personal disciple by a Jin Dan Elder, yet instead of staying beside the Jin Dan Elder, he ran to the Scripture Pavilion to stay—how is this different from not sleeping in the same bed as the bride on the wedding night, but insisting on lying on the floor alone?

Now, Mo Yongzhi seriously suspected that Xia Daoming's head had been kicked by a donkey.

"You really stayed in the Scripture Pavilion for five days? You're not joking with me?" After a long time, Mo Yongzhi asked, unwilling to give up. ===== CHAPTER 228 =====