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Blood Cultivation, one of the Ten Forbidden Arts, has been lost for a long time and originally originated from the demon race.
It is not only humans who have Evil Cultivators; the demon race's Evil Cultivators are even more rampant. Among the Ten Forbidden Arts, aside from the Noble Slave Talisman, most of the other Evil Techniques were developed by the demon race.
However, the original Blood Cultivation was not an Evil Technique, but rather a gift of the Leech Clan, allowing them to absorb various blood types into themselves. Moreover, the Blood Cultivation of the Leech Clan can be reversed, meaning they can absorb their own blood into another person's body.
There are no evil Spells, only evil hearts. When Blood Cultivation falls into the hands of those with ulterior motives, it becomes an Evil Technique that can strengthen oneself by absorbing the blood of others.
Previously, I heard that demons enhance their potential by absorbing others' Essence of Blood. This method is actually a relatively low-level form of Blood Cultivation.
Wait a minute, it seems that this time's Vampire Demon is using Blood Cultivation. Could there be some connection between these two matters? No way! It's too far from Xi'an for these two events to be linked together.
“Uncle Xing, when are we leaving?”
“Tomorrow, I suppose. We need to prepare here as well. By the way, where's Shaoming?”
“Do you know Golden Peng?” I asked.
“Golden Winged Peng Bird?” Uncle Xing exclaimed in surprise, “He came down too?”
“Do you know him?”
“I had a good relationship with him during the Ancient Court. After he was absorbed by Buddhism, I haven't seen him much since. However, his strength is quite impressive; he's stronger than me.” Uncle Xing openly admitted his inferiority: “But if he has come down this time, that would be good news.”
“By the way, what happened to your previous Underworld, Uncle Xing?”
“Sigh, there have been many strange occurrences lately, and it's not without reason.” After the meeting, Uncle Xing suddenly appeared dispirited: “You know about the Sea of Blood, right?”
“Sea of Sin?”
“Yes, Sea of Sin. Sea of Blood exists in the Underworld, formed from the accumulation of endless sins, creating an infinite Sea of Suffering. Although the Underworld has existed since ancient times, it was not always so. In the past, the Underworld was unmanageable for a simple reason: it was filled with too much sinful blood. Anyone who entered the realm of sinful Blood Qi would become mad, making it impossible to manage the Underworld, which could only allow free Reincarnation.”
“Later, a monk entered the Underworld, intending to save the great sinners within. Upon witnessing the hellish conditions of the Underworld, he made a grand vow: ‘I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty.’ Eventually, that monk became Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Out of compassion, Ksitigarbha used his own power to suppress the entire Underworld, gathering countless sinful Blood Qi into one place and condensing it into the Sea of Blood with great Vow Power.”
“However, the Sea of Blood has not calmed down; on the contrary, it has become increasingly turbulent. Even ancient spirits that committed great sins have escaped. Do you remember when we were attacked last time?”
“I remember. What’s going on?”
“Although the conditions for descending to the mortal realm have relaxed significantly, many substantial deities still cannot descend. Therefore, there are actually very few points of contact between our realm and the human world, and we only have one point here to summon Soldiers.”
“If this point of contact is occupied by a Spirit emerging from the Sea of Blood, first, we won’t be able to summon reinforcements immediately; second, our connection with the human world might be severed right here. The only fortunate thing is that the escaped Spirit hasn’t fully recovered yet.”
“So now, besides guarding against that Spirit’s schemes, we also need to pay attention to the connection between the Underworld and the human world. After all, with the current instability of the Sea of Blood, if another breach appears somewhere, even if our support arrives in time, it would still be difficult to prevent disaster from that Spirit.”
“Wait a minute, Uncle Xing, let me sort this out.” There was too much information at once for me to process: “Are you saying that those who attacked us before likely came from the Underworld?”
“Yes.”
“And they were able to escape because the Sea of Blood is currently unstable?”
“Yes, precisely. Because of issues with the Sea of Blood, the Underworld is also quite unstable now.”
“Okay, I understand all this, but what does it have to do with me? Why do I feel like everything is revolving around me?”
"Perhaps this is your calamity," Uncle Xing said, looking at me with an inscrutable smile. "You only need to know these things; don't talk nonsense with others. Besides, everything is still just a possibility. Don't worry, you can't help right now. I think Golden Peng descending means Buddha's intention; his purpose in coming down is to help us through this calamity."
"Is that so?" I asked skeptically. "So it means I have nothing to do with it for now?"
"You are quite optimistic. That's right; you are not qualified to get involved yet. My mentioning this to you is just to keep you alert. If you notice anything suspicious, remember to report it to me in time. Also, even if it's not Blood Cultivation, you will probably have to visit that ancient tomb that swallowed Lin Zhao."
"Why?"
"I have no one under me," Uncle Xing said shamelessly. "If I don't send you, who else can I send? Get ready; I need to prepare as well for tomorrow."
"Who else is there besides me?"
"How about I give you a technical support team? There will be a logistics group on the ground, and Shaoming and Zhang Lei (Zhang Fan) from your team can go too. However, don't think about Red Boy; but if you can call Golden Peng, I would agree." Uncle Xing said.
"Technical support?" Isn't that just analyzing the underground situation on the surface? If another Zombie Ba appears, I estimate those people would be no different from the Archaeologist team where Xia Liyi was.
"By the way, didn't you mention someone named Li Su before? If you see him, make sure to rescue him. Although he can't compare to you, he is still quite important."
What do you mean by 'can't compare to you but still important'? You throw all your mess onto my shoulders; of course, I'm important! In Uncle Xing's eyes, I am very important—just as important as a trash can.
"By the way, the phoenix at the landlady's place is injured. Can your Front Desk Qing treat her?"
"Yes, don't worry about that. By the way, Meng Jiangnu has returned; do you want to meet her?"
"Has she recovered?"
Meng Jiangnu is back? It's about time.
"Not really, but the soup she makes is much better now, and there aren't many complaints from the students anymore."
""
I guess I should avoid her; what if she makes me drink soup?
"Can I leave now?"
"Go ahead, go ahead." Uncle Xing said to leave, but he walked out faster than I did.
Today has been overwhelming, but one thing has been weighing on my mind: Luan. She came to save me, yet she was so badly injured and still held back, preferring to numb the pain with alcohol rather than cry out in agony.
At the back of the Department of Physical Education, there is an emergency medical room. After all, injuries are quite common in sports, but as far as I know, very few people actually go there.
I pushed open the door to the emergency medical room. There was only one bed inside, and lying there was Luan. Qing was standing beside her, using cotton to wipe the blood off Luan's back.
Qing waved me out of the medical room while tossing a Daoist Robe at me. I caught it and saw that it was my Azure Flower Robe.
I had previously wrapped Luan in my Azure Flower Robe, and surprisingly, there wasn't a single trace of blood on the Daoist Robe.
I flipped my hand and stored the Daoist Robe in my Seed Bag, then squatted at the door of the medical room.
It wasn't long before Qing walked out from inside.
"How is Luan?" I quickly handed over a cup of tea that had already been poured.
"She's okay, just lost a lot of blood, so she's already unconscious."
"When will she wake up?"
"Considering the blood regeneration ability of the demon race, it will take at least until tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? I need to go out to solve the Blood Cultivation issue in Xi'an," I said. "You won't close up for the night, right?"
"What are you planning to do?" Qing suddenly took a step back, looking at me warily.
"Uh, nothing."
"You should hurry back," Qing said. "I'll take care of Luan here. Your Dantian's energy is unstable; you should go back and adjust your breathing. It's easy to fall into madness if you're not careful."
"I can stay here; I don't mind."
"I mind," Qing said, looking at me with irritation.
"Then let me go in and take a look, is that okay?"
"Hurry up and come out."
"Okay."
Sneaking into the infirmary, Luan was lying on the bed, face up, with the wound already bandaged. Next to the bed, a stand supported an IV drip.
Luan was indeed in a coma. At that moment, Qing knocked on the door, and I had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.
Walking out of JZ Normal University, it was already quite late, but it didn't matter; I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway. I could catch up on sleep tomorrow while traveling.
When I got home, Red Boy was there, and not only him—Qu and Huan were also present. No wonder Red Bean Affection was empty.
These people were actually throwing a party in the middle of the night, with music blaring. There were far more than just three people in the house—Wang Ni, Lin Miaomiao, and a bunch of others I had never seen before.
The first floor of Lin Miaomiao's place had been decorated to resemble a KTV room, but unfortunately, it lacked a large screen. (The previous tenants of Lin Miaomiao's first floor had moved out long ago.)
What the heck? What’s going on? Luckily, I had decided early on not to sleep tonight; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to sleep in this situation.
Red Boy, Qu Huan, and Lin Miaomiao were playing dice together. I walked over and casually pulled one out.
Looking closely, it was Lin Miaomiao. Good enough.
"What’s going on with you guys? Making such a racket in the middle of the night?" I asked with a frown.
Lin Miaomiao seemed to have already had some drinks; she opened her mouth and reeked of alcohol: "Yin Zheng'an? Didn't you go to the city? Red Boy, are you still at Drunken Hero?"
Lin Miaomiao was a local, so of course she knew about Drunken Hero.
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