Chapter 2147

He Pingsheng understood, and he also knew a little about the rules here.

In ancient times, the Wu tribe flourished.

In the entire divine realm, any other race could become their blood food.

At that time, their food was abundant, and their blood replenishment was also rapid.

The disciples of the Wu tribe cultivated extremely quickly; they slaughtered the living beings of other races through various means such as waging war.

One great demon after another fell.

Countless monster corpses were refined into essence blood and sent into the tribe, placed into blood pools, for the Wu tribe disciples to absorb and cultivate.

However, as time passed, the Wu tribe's strength in the divine realm continuously declined, and they could no longer wage war externally to seize blood food.

Now the situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

Without blood food, the disciples cannot cultivate.

The entire tribe's combat power has declined!

Then, as combat power weakened, it became even harder to find blood food, and the tribe's combat power became even lower.

Under these circumstances, it is already a great fortune that the Wu tribe has managed to survive until now without being exterminated.

Moreover, they have now been blockaded by the entire divine realm upon this Wu Continent!

However, there is still a method.

That is, each tribe secretly and tacitly opens up their ancestral graves and burial grounds, allowing outside cultivators to enter to search for heavenly treasures and earthly riches.

The price is that every cultivator who enters must pay a certain amount of tribute to the tribe.

And the specific item of this tribute is: essence blood.

Many tribes use this method to continue the future of their race.

Though called a tribe, what He Pingsheng saw was actually a city.

Although the small city is not large, its city walls are extremely high, likewise a thousand zhang.

Moreover, most of the houses in the city are tens to hundreds of zhang high, with the tallest house exceeding a thousand zhang in height.

No need to ask; it is known that the highest cultivator here should be the Wu tribe of the God Venerable Realm.

Because the God Venerable Wu tribe, their height is a thousand zhang.

Wei Zhiyi, familiar with the way, led the three people all the way through the city and arrived before a great hall three hundred zhang high.

Before he could step forward, someone immediately came over: "Outsiders, what are you doing here?"

Wei Zhiyi smiled and said: "We want to meet Fellow Daoist Hong, as we had previously agreed!"

"Alright, wait a moment!"

"Follow me!"

A giant of a hundred zhang in height led the three people into the great hall.

In the great hall, another man of a hundred zhang in height, his skin all over golden, saw the four people arrive and frowned slightly: "Who wants to see me?"

"I I I..." Wei Zhiyi said: "Fellow Daoist Hong, long time no see, I am Wei Zhiyi, as we had previously agreed!"

"Agreed before?" Fellow Daoist Hong frowned again: "How come I don't remember!"

"You go out first!" He waved his hand at another giant.

That person walked out.

Only Wei Zhiyi and his three companions and Fellow Daoist Hong remained in the great hall.

Fellow Daoist Hong said: "I don't care whether we had previously agreed or not, but since you have come here, you must follow the rules here!"

"Do you know the rules?"

He asked the four people.

Wei Zhiyi hastily nodded: "I know a little!"

"Knowing a little won't do!" Fellow Daoist Hong took a deep breath and said: "You must know everything completely!"

"For example, each person must offer three drops of their own essence blood to me!"

"I mean essence blood, don't try to fool me with useless talk!"

What a fellow, truly ruthless.

He Pingsheng muttered two sentences under his breath.

Cultivators of the divine realm, in their cultivation process, have their blood tempered millions of times by the Dao laws; under normal circumstances, each person's body contains twelve drops of essence blood.

Though it seems little, this essence blood contains a vast amount of energy.

Essence blood is the most direct manifestation of a person's physical quality.

Just like the origin.

If three drops of essence blood are drawn out, it would probably require consuming vast amounts of heavenly treasures and earthly riches and time to replenish them.

If not replenished, basically one cannot break through in cultivation.

"This..." Wei Zhiyi's face turned slightly bitter: "Elder Hong, you can't just sit on the ground and raise the price..."

"We had agreed on one drop initially... how come it's three drops here?"

"One drop?" Fellow Daoist Hong's huge head lunged forward, pressing down on several people's heads, his two large eyeballs staring at the crowd for several breaths, making everyone feel uneasy before he said: "Is that so?"

"I clearly said it was three drops initially!"

"I couldn't possibly have said one drop!"

"You must have misheard!"

"Fellow Daoist Wei, how could it be one drop? The entire Wu tribe doesn't have such a price!"

"If you don't believe us, you can leave and check elsewhere; it's absolutely impossible to be one drop!"

Wei Zhiyi was very passive; he gritted his teeth and said: "Two drops!"

"Big Brother Hong, we are about to enter the Witch God's ancestral land right now. If we give you three drops of essence blood now, we will already be extremely weak. Once we enter the Witch God's ancestral land, where will we still have the strength to fight the demons inside?"

"How about this: we promise to give each of you two drops!"

"One drop now, and the other drop when we come out!"

"That won't do!" Hong the Elder said: "Two drops are two drops, but they must all be given to me now!"

"Otherwise, if you end up perishing in our Witch God's ancestral land later, where would I go to reclaim this debt?"

"Come on!"

He waved his hand and took out a black basin.

At the sight of this basin, He Pingsheng's pupils even twitched slightly: Holy shit...

Ju Ju Bao Pen?

Exactly, the appearance of this basin is almost exactly the same as his Ju Ju Bao Pen.

He really wanted to take a deep breath and then ease the expression he had unintentionally revealed just now.

But...

It was too late.

At the same time, he realized he had made a mistake.

That glance just now would be hard to escape the eyes of Hong the Elder above.

"Hmm?" Hong the Elder stared at He Pingsheng and said: "Fellow Daoist... have you seen it?"

He Pingsheng's expression instantly returned to calm, and he cupped his hands: "Hong Fellow Daoist, this basin? I have seen it..."

"Oh?" Hong the Elder's large eyes suddenly narrowed: "Really?"

He Pingsheng nodded.

"Where did you see it?" he asked.

He Pingsheng had already prepared, his Divine Sense connecting with the supreme-grade divine talisman of the fourth rank.

If there is the slightest abnormality, he will directly strike out and slay this giant.

As for these three fellows beside him.

Sorry!

You will also have to be buried with him.

After you all die, I will use all my Divine Sense to prop open the seventh-rank 【Transmission Divine Talisman】 and leave.

Of course, while preparing, He Pingsheng's expression remained as usual, and he said: "Earlier, in another tribe, when they collected essence blood, they also used such a basin, almost exactly the same as yours..."

"Hong Fellow Daoist, are these basins all the same?"

"Is there any particular significance?"

He Pingsheng panicked inwardly!

Because he suddenly realized a problem: when he was lying, his words were not smooth.

Not like the earlier feeling of having everything under control.

Damn the true Divine Kingdom!

Hong Fellow Daoist chuckled and said: "Oh... I see now?"

"There is significance... our Witch God tribe, the basins we use are all of a standardized model!"

"There are Daoist laws inside this basin, capable of refining your essence blood!"

He Pingsheng deliberately extended his Divine Sense to sweep across the basin and asked: "Formation? Why didn't I see it?"