Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 379 Talent
Seeing Bi Yuan's shocked expression, Xu Yunfan didn't delay and asked about the Pure Yang Patriarch again out of curiosity.

"Because he killed someone he shouldn't have killed."

"Those extraterrestrial demons?"

“…Yes.” Bi Yuan’s tone was heavy: “This is also why I did everything I could to elevate you to the realm of a terrestrial immortal.”

Just as he was about to say something more...

Before the words were finished, a deafening sound like tearing silk suddenly came from the sky.

The master and apprentice looked up at the same time, and the once azure sky was now as if it had been stained with blood. Amidst the rolling crimson clouds, a pitch-black rift that stretched for thousands of miles appeared out of thin air.

Deep within the rift, countless twisted shadows writhe, as if a colossal creature is trying to squeeze into this realm.

Even more horrifying, countless blood-red threads hung down from the clouds.

"Blood threads entwine the bones, the heavens weep and demons descend..."

Bi Yuan's teacup shattered with a crash, his expression changing drastically. "The extraterrestrial demons have descended! I wasn't ready, and neither was the Dao Sect. We still have several years..."

Seeing Bi Yuan's chaotic state of mind, Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes, reached out and patted Bi Yuan's shoulder: "Master, I have already reached the Land Immortal Realm."

Upon hearing this, Bi Yuan's expression immediately calmed down, and he looked at Xu Yunfan with a complicated expression.

"Yunfan, all I want is to protect the Dao Sect."

Xu Yunfan nodded slightly: "I'll take care of everything."

"The ants of the Divine Martial Realm..."

With a crisp sound of space tearing apart, more than thirty extraterrestrial demons landed lightly along the blood trails. The "boundary rune jades" hanging at their waists glowed with a faint blue light, clearly indicating that they had just experienced the shock of cross-boundary teleportation.

The leader patted the tatters on his robe, frowned, and looked at the bronze compass in his hand that was trembling wildly. The pointer spun around like a headless fly, and finally shakily pointed to a few faint points of light in the southeast.

"How strange! The Record of Dragon Raising clearly states that there are at least thirty-six dragons in this realm that can be harvested!"

A round-faced female disciple exclaimed in surprise. On the spirit-testing disc in her hand, the crimson light representing high-level martial artists was sparse and scattered. "Now it's less than one-tenth of what it used to be?"

A crisp sound of something falling to the ground came from the back of the group.

Everyone turned around at the sound and saw a tall, thin disciple with a deathly pale face, his trembling finger pointing to the collapsed main peak of the Sword Pavilion in the distance.

That majestic mountain range, which should have been soaring into the sky with sword energy, was now like tofu crushed by a giant hammer of a god, leaving only broken ruins.

A few wisps of sword intent, like dying threads, swayed and dissipated amidst the ruins; this amount of martial arts sword intent was utterly insignificant.

"Here"

The tall, thin disciple's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice dry as if sandpaper were being rubbed together. "The 'Records of the Boundary' clearly states that this place should be a sacred site of swordsmanship, where 'a thousand peaks compete in beauty and ten thousand swords resound,' a place specially guided by the Divine Martial Immortal to cultivate martial arts and swordsmanship..."

He frantically pulled a yellowed ancient book from his pocket, his fingers trembling as he turned to the marked section. "Master's notes can't be wrong, how could they have turned out like this? Could it be that the Dragon Raising Technique has really gone wrong?"

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

The scarred man leading the group roared and kicked a millstone-sized boulder to pieces.

Amidst the flying debris, veins bulged on his forehead: "The Dragon-Raising Technique, personally planted by True Monarch Baihua three thousand years ago, can even distort the laws of the Boundary Heaven. How could it go wrong?"

He grabbed the tall, thin disciple by the collar, his ferocious face almost touching the other's, "If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll use you as a sacrifice to the banner!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound of something falling to the ground came from the back of the group. Everyone turned around and saw a round-faced disciple slumped on the ground, the spirit-testing disc slipping from his fingers.

His once smug face was now contorted beyond recognition: "I...I borrowed three hundred contribution points from the Joyful Courtyard!"

He tore at his hair, his voice trembling with tears, "If we don't collect enough 'blood food' this time, the interest will snowball..."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

More than half of the disciples in the group changed their expressions. Some had mortgaged their natal magic weapons, others had signed the "blood and flesh contract" of Hundred Desires Peak, and some, like the round-faced disciple, had even taken out high-interest loans.

If they come up empty-handed, a fate worse than death awaits them.

Those who are drained of their emotions and desires and refined into "human pills" or used as human talent will have their souls sacrificed for them. The best outcome is that they are sent to the outer battlefield as cannon fodder...

The mountain wind swept past, carrying dust from the ruins of the Sword Pavilion. More than thirty disciples of the Yuanshi Sect stood frozen in place like clay or wooden sculptures.

The mountain wind howled, swirling upwards with a faint breath.

Just as the thirty-odd disciples of the Yuanshi Sect stood frozen in place, a figure shrouded in crimson gold suddenly appeared before them, as if stepping directly out of the void, leaving no time for the air to tremble.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and more than thirty disciples of the Yuanshi Sect all looked toward the suddenly appearing crimson-gold figure.

After a brief moment of astonishment, a strange excitement appeared on everyone's faces. Instead of panicking, they seemed like hunters who had discovered a rare prey.

The scarred man leading the group narrowed his eyes, a purplish-black aura swirling deep within his pupils.

He looked Xu Yunfan up and down, then suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "What a divine martial physique!"

He licked his lips, his voice filled with barely suppressed greed, "The bones and muscles are tempered like dragon marrow, the soul is like crystallized crimson sun. If I bring this back to Hundred Desires Peak, it's worth at least a thousand contribution points!"

The round-faced disciple beside him hurriedly pulled out a bronze compass. The pointer trembled wildly, pointing at Xu Yunfan, and rare gilded patterns appeared on the surface of the compass: "Senior brother, look! He has Xuanhuang Dragon Qi within him, and... and ten other strange phenomena intertwined with martial arts origins!"

His voice shrill with excitement, “This is no mere blood offering! It’s clearly a living ‘Divine Martial Dao Seed’! Perhaps the Divine Martial True Man left something behind in the Divine Martial Realm back then!”

Upon hearing this, the scarred man's face trembled with ecstatic joy.

He suddenly took a step forward, and the Hundred Desires Banner hanging at his waist moved without wind: "Boy, you have quite the guts."

He stared at the Ten Extremes True Qi flowing beneath Xu Yunfan's muscles, his Adam's apple bobbing. "A mere martial artist, to have tempered his physique to such an extent, truly remarkable, truly remarkable..."

Xu Yunfan coldly watched the group of Yuanshi Sect disciples, who were scrambling to carve up their own bodies like butchers in a marketplace.

"That eyeball between the eyebrows belongs to Hundred Desires Peak! Perhaps it can be used to forge a magical artifact."

"The spine, hardened like iron through rigorous training, should be incorporated into medicinal herbs!"

"The martial arts true energy within my body must be completely extracted; it will be worth at least eight hundred contribution points."

"Interesting. As a disciple of the Primordial Sect, you are so lowly. I have misjudged you."

Hearing Xu Yunfan reveal everyone's origins, the scarred disciple was somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect that you natives of the Divine Martial Realm would also know about my Primordial Sect. It seems that the seniors who came in last time have suffered quite a bit of misfortune."

Most of the Yuanshi Sect disciples present wore a hint of mockery on their faces.

In the eyes of the Primordial Demon Sect, being able to do somersaults even in the Boundary Heaven meant that, apart from a lack of skill, there was nothing else to say.

Xu Yunfan's lips curled up slightly as the Ten Extremes True Qi roared within his body.

(Two chapters for now, will continue tomorrow. Thank you everyone. I will present a wonderful world to you later, with martial arts as the core of the protagonist.)
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