A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 292: Dark Yellow Blood
On the official road, a large cloud of black smoke was billowing, and the destroyed carriages and poisoned horses were all submerged in the black smoke.

Although those officers driving the cars were tall and looked strong and sturdy, their martial arts skills were relatively low and they did not know how to perform Qinggong. The range of the black smoke and poison powder was too wide. Before they could escape the black smoke, they were already foaming at the mouth and were poisoned to death...

The black smoke was still rolling and spreading, blocking Ah Mo's sight. Ah Mo jumped out of the black smoke and stood in the field at the edge of the official road. He saw several figures jumping out of the black smoke and scattering in the air...

Ah Mo was just about to identify which figure was her young lady, when at this moment, the ground beneath her feet suddenly exploded!

A Mo's heart skipped a beat, thinking that there were explosives buried here, and she happened to fall into the trap here!

Ah Mo leaped up, and suddenly she saw a huge hand suddenly stretched out in the dust explosion under her, grabbing her crotch like an iron hoop!

Ah Mo was so shocked that she didn't have time to gather her strength in mid-air. Hastily, she stepped forward with one leg and stepped towards the big hand that was grabbing her crotch!

The big foot and the big hand collided heavily in mid-air, causing the dust to scatter.

Ah Mo felt a force as powerful as a mountain coming. In mid-air, the soles of her feet trembled, and she quickly used the force to flip over and jump away, landing about ten feet away, barely able to stabilize her body.

Then, she saw a huge figure jumping out from the ground in the dust not far away. It was standing about ten feet away, glaring at her!
Lu Qingzhu's Feixu Piaomiao step had already reached the realm of true Qi. The moment the black smoke rolled in, she leaped out from the thick black smoke like an eagle flying through the clouds and landed in the fields beside the official road.

Lu Qingzhu turned his head and saw thick smoke rising on the official road behind him. Several figures burst out from it and scattered everywhere.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound on the treetops not far from her side. A dark red figure flashed quickly among the treetops, and then landed lightly not far from her along with a few fallen leaves.

The dark red figure was not inferior to her in any way if one only looked at his attainments in lightness skills.

The bloody monk Wuxiang put his hands together and floated to the ground. The moment he saw Lu Qingzhu, his eyes were filled with greed.

Lu Qingzhu not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has a cold and extraordinary temperament. Compared with the real person, it is difficult to capture one tenth of her true appearance with a paintbrush.

The blood monk Wu Xiang had been looking forward to it when he saw the ink painting on the kraft paper before. Now that he saw the real person, he could not control himself. His eyes swept over Lu Qingzhu's face, neck, chest, waist, and finally praised: "Female donor, you did not disappoint me!"

Lu Qingzhu noticed the way the Blood Monk Wuxiang was looking at him, and he suddenly felt sick. He drew out his sword, and with a flash of cold light, he attacked Wuxiang, angrily saying, "You bald ass, I'll dig out your disgusting eyeballs first!"

The blood monk Wuxiang chuckled, reached out with one hand, and pulled out a heavy sword with two broken blades from his monk robe. A hint of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes, and he murmured with a somewhat affectionate tone: "Female donor, I will take you to paradise!"

"Fuck you!" Lu Qingzhu was so angry at Wuxiang that she started cursing.

Ge Qingchuan hid in a dense tree canopy beside the official road. Her eyes were shining as she watched every figure emerging from the black smoke.

Every time a figure jumped out, there was another figure that moved quickly and blocked it in the wild.

Apparently, the motivation of the Filthy Blood Divine Art was very effective, and everyone was staring at their own goals.

I saw figures emerging from the black smoke, scattered on the fields on both sides, ambushed and intercepted by people...

But after seeing more than a dozen figures passing by, Ge Qingchuan still did not see Fan Yuanhai.

Ge Qingchuan listened to the sounds of fighting all around him, his eyes flickering.

Fan Yuanhai was at the second level of the True Qi Realm, so it was impossible for him to be poisoned to death in the black smoke. And now that he hadn’t been seen, there was only one explanation, that was that Fan Yuanhai was not in those four carriages at all.

Ge Qingchuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Several branch offices were hit hard, and she was a little stretched to the limit in deploying manpower this time. Now that Fan Yuanhai was not here, it was like one less strong enemy, so she could free up her hands to coordinate with all parties to ensure that this operation was foolproof.

Ge Qingchuan stood on a high place and scanned the battle situation everywhere.

She was not worried about the Blood Monk Wuxiang and Fan Hanzhou.

In her opinion, the most important battle situation below these two people was on the official road in front of the thick smoke.

Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng, Wang Shanshan, Yu Lieting, Xiao Nan, and Dang Haihong were all there.

All six of them are at the Qi realm!

Ge Qingchuan's heart moved, and he prepared to join the battle over there. As long as he joined forces with Yu Lieting, Xiao Nan, and Dang Haihong to kill Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng, and Wang Shanshan, the three sect envoys in the true Qi realm, he would basically be able to lay the foundation for victory in this battle!
Just as Ge Qingchuan was about to move, he heard a burst of rapid horse hooves sounds, and a man on horseback came rushing down the hill.

Ge Qingchuan frowned.

"It seems that Fan Yuanhai is here after all!"

At the moment of the gunpowder explosion, Duan Rong's spiritual consciousness suddenly released, and he leapt out of billowing black smoke and floated into the fields beside the official road. Immediately, a figure blocked his way and stopped him.

Under the coverage of Duan Rong's spiritual sense, he saw figures moving around, and the two people closest to him were Lu Qingzhu and Tao Rong, but in front of them, there was also a person standing, a monk and an old farmer.

Explosives and poison powder were buried on the official road, and as soon as they emitted black smoke, someone would immediately block them. This was obviously a premeditated and well-planned ambush with a back-up plan.

Anyone who dared to ambush the sect's envoy and the newly registered disciple could not be an ordinary bandit, and it was obvious who it was.

Duan Rong concluded almost instantly that it must be someone from the Filthy Blood Cult!
Duan Rong had devoured the spirit of the Dirty Blood Divine Art before, so he knew too well how evil the Dirty Blood Divine Art was. Moreover, the other party had organized such a large-scale ambush, and it was obvious that they had a deliberate plan to kill all of them.

Although he had achieved the state of great perfection in the inner breath realm, the sect's envoys were all at the true qi realm. Among this group of people, his level of Taoism was not good enough.

Duan Rong's mind was racing like lightning, and he immediately figured out his strategy, which was to find ways to save his life! He had to use all means to survive this melee!

However, if he wants to survive, the first thing he has to deal with is the person who is blocking his way.

The person blocking Duan Rong's way was a fortune teller. He was wearing a tattered Taoist hat, holding a divination banner in his left hand, and a bag on his right shoulder. He had a beard, a thin face, and bright eyes.

The fortune teller looked at Duan Rong, chuckled, and said, "I had nothing to do just now, so I read a hexagram for you. I got a Kun hexagram, upper six. The line says: Dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is dark yellow. Very bad luck! Little brother, based on my ability in feng shui, this wild land is a good place to bury a person, and staying here is also a good destination!"

Duan Rong pretended to be angry and said, "You old bastard, if you have the time, why don't you tell your own fortune? You should be mentally prepared for the journey to the underworld, right?"

While Duan Rong was talking nonsense, his spiritual sense had already penetrated the fortune teller's Dantian. He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Fortunately, he is not in the True Qi Realm!
What Duan Rong displayed on the stage of selecting talents was only the great success realm, so the fortune teller arranged by Ge Qingchuan to intercept him was only at the beginning of the realm.

The fortune teller pulled out a soft sword from the bamboo pole of his divination banner, and then he flashed and attacked Duan Rong.

Duan Rong drew out the Minghong Sword. The sword was dark in color, and no cold light flashed. Only a black shadow could be seen swaying around, blocking all the complicated and intensive sword moves that the fortune teller was performing around him.

Duan Rong had already reached the state of great perfection, so it was naturally no problem for him to deal with this fortune teller who had just gained some insights.

While dealing with the current battle situation, Duan Rong used his external spiritual sense to cover and explore the surrounding environment.

There were two other battles going on around him, one between Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk, and the other between Tao Rong and the old farmer.

Duan Rong investigated and found that both sides were fighting evenly. Even if he used his spiritual sense to investigate, it was difficult to tell who would win. Duan Rong actually wanted to kill the fortune teller in front of him. With his inner breath realm and many means, it was not difficult, but he was thinking of a foolproof way to escape.

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly noticed that there was a dilapidated temple at the edge of the dense forest not far from him.

Duan Rong's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of a good strategy to escape, which could be used to advance or retreat.

However, the ruined temple seemed to be not far from the place where Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk were fighting. If they went there, they would definitely see it.

It doesn't matter if you see it! They are fighting for their lives, so why would they care about him?

The fortune teller's soft sword had complicated and dense sword shadows, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. But this kid named Duan Rong avoided the fake and attacked the real with every move. Under his repeated attacks, his body shape did not fluctuate at all!

The fortune teller was puzzled. He had begun to doubt the authenticity of the information recorded in the materials.

However, it was written on the brown paper that this kid named Duan Rong was only at the Great Accomplishment stage. After a fierce attack, he was almost certain that this kid was just like himself and had already advanced to the subtle level.

Either the information collected was wrong, or this kid has made a breakthrough recently!

At this moment, the fortune teller saw that the soft sword attack could not work, so he suddenly reached into the bag hanging on his shoulder and grabbed several flying knives, and they shot out!

Duan Rong pretended to dodge, then leaped forward, performing the Cloud Snake Step, and ran wildly towards the edge of the dense forest, in the direction of the ruined temple...

"Little thief, can you escape from my hands?"

The fortune teller moved his body and chased after Duan Rong. As he chased, the flying knives in his hand flashed with his body and shot towards Duan Rong one by one.

Duan Rong controlled his body and kept a distance from the fortune teller.

Duan Rong knew that if he ran a little further, he would be within visual distance of Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk. He turned and made a circle. He wanted to stay away from the melee between Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk to avoid being affected by them.

After Duan Rong jumped out of a tall poplar tree, he saw Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk fighting each other, but the position he chose to escape was at least four or five feet away from the two of them.

The moment Duan Rong flashed out, both of them saw him, as well as the fortune teller who was shooting flying knives at him.

Lu Qingzhu and the Blood Monk were fighting fiercely, so how could they have the mood to care about what was happening here?

The fortune teller flashed out from the poplar tree, glanced at Lu Qingzhu and Blood Monk Wuxiang in the distance, was slightly stunned, and then kept chasing Duan Rong...

The fortune teller's flying knives kept flying behind him and harassed him from all directions. Duan Rong held the Minghong Knife in his hand, as if he had eyes behind his head. He knocked them all down with a clang, ding-dang, and his body did not slow down!

The fortune teller was chasing after him, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Could this kid have the ability to locate someone by sound?"

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly turned around and jumped into the ruined temple at the edge of the dense forest.

A corner of the dilapidated temple collapsed and the main door was rotten. I don't know how many years it had been broken.

The fortune teller's heart skipped a beat and he immediately chased after him. If he lost him, his skills of the Dirty Blood Divine Art would be wasted!

Seeing that he was only half a zhang away from the temple gate, the fortune teller stretched out his hand and first threw several flying knives with cold light into the temple gate. Then he used the sword to protect himself and jumped into the ruined temple.

As soon as the fortune teller jumped into the temple, he saw a dark shadow flash beside him. Duan Rong had been hiding there and attacked him with a knife.

The fortune teller used the sword to protect himself and tried to block the attack, but with a crisp sound, the sword in his hand flew backwards. In the instant when the weapons met, his knuckles were broken, and blood mixed with rotten flesh covered his palms.

Duan Rong had already given up everything at this point, and his realm was fully displayed!
The fortune teller was horrified and retreated violently. As he retreated violently, three flying knives shot towards Duan Rong at the same time!
Duan Rong chuckled, stretched out his hand, and caught the three flying knives. Almost at the same time, his figure flashed, and the shadow of plum blossoms bloomed beside his hand, and three flying knives shot out!

The fortune teller was startled and dodged sideways, but he only dodged one flying knife. The other two pierced through his shoulder and right arm, leaving two large bloody holes.

But at this moment, blood lines were seen running through the big blood hole on the fortune teller's body, entangled and wriggling like leeches...

The two big bloody holes on the fortune teller's body recovered in half a breath.

"The Divine Art of Filthy Blood?" Although Duan Rong already knew about it, he was still horrified when he saw the horrific healing effect of the Divine Art of Filthy Blood with his own eyes.

The fortune teller was pale and sweaty. He looked at Duan Rong with fear in his eyes and said tentatively, "The blood-stained magic of our sect can not only bring back the dead, but also increase life span. If you practice it for many years, it will have many magical powers. Boy, if you want to join our sect, I can introduce you to it!"

He already knew that he was no match for Duan Rong, so he used the miraculous healing properties of the Dirty Blood Magic to seduce Duan Rong. If this man was tempted, he would have a chance to survive.

While he was bewitching Duan Rong, he cursed Ge Qingchuan in his heart. This guy knocked his weapon away with one knife. He must be at least in the state of great perfection. I don't know how she collected her information? Isn't this harming me?
Duan Rong looked at him, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "I have intensive phobia. When I see the blood lines crawling like leeches, I want to vomit!"

"Trypophobia?!" This was the first time the fortune teller had heard this word. However, when he was practicing, he sometimes felt like vomiting when he looked at the wriggling blood lines.

"Old bastard, didn't you tell me that I wanted the blood of Xuanhuang? Now I'll let you see who it is today. Who is the blood of Xuanhuang?"

As Duan Rong spoke, he leaped up like lightning and slashed at the fortune teller with a knife!
Duan Rong's sword had already unleashed his full power. He was certain that the old charlatan would die!
The fortune teller, seeing that he had no way to avoid Duan Rong's sword, suddenly felt his eyebrows jump and blood burst out all over his body instantly!
The blood lines were like living things. The moment they burst out, they gathered and intertwined, trying to block Duan Rong's sword!

Duan Rong's sword was obviously very powerful, and the gathered blood lines dissipated instantly, but Duan Rong's sword force still paused slightly before he slashed out again!
The fortune teller took advantage of the pause to quickly turn sideways and avoid the vital parts, but Duan Rong's knife still cut off a large piece of flesh on his shoulder. Blood oozed out and dyed half of his Taoist robe red.

The fortune teller was gasping for breath, but he no longer dared to use the Divine Blood Art to heal his wound. The wound was too big this time, and the healing process would consume too much of his energy. He also had to save the Divine Blood Art to block Duan Rong's killing move to save his life!

Duan Rong looked at the fortune teller who was half covered in blood and sneered, "Old charlatan, with your Dirty Blood Divine Art, you haven't even achieved the first level!"

The fortune teller's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that this kid knew so much about the Divine Blood Art.

Duan Rong certainly understood the Divine Art of Filthy Blood. Just now, he used a knife to disperse the gathered blood threads, but the gathered blood threads only offset about 10% of his power, which was too weak!

Duan Rong attacked again with a knife. The fortune teller's face turned even paler. He had no weapons left, so he could only dodge while shooting at Duan Rong with a flying knife, and quickly moved towards the temple gate...

He didn't want to be trapped and die in the dilapidated temple.

But as soon as he reached the middle of the ruined temple, his entire body was cut into pieces by Duan Rong Lanyao...

However, not a single drop of blood came out of his severed body. Instead, blood was dancing wildly...

Just as he was running towards the temple gate, blood gathered and blocked Duan Rong's sword several times.

The blood in his body had been drained due to excessive use of the Dirty Blood Divine Art...

His upper body flew up and fell at the temple gate. He was still trying to climb out, but Duan Rong strode over and stabbed him in the back of the head, pinning him to the ground...

(End of this chapter)