Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 271 Half-Emperor's Essence Blood
"We've known each other for so many years, and you're still shy?"

Su Yun smiled gently.

The seven-colored python shadow in the spring water gradually subsided. Although the surface of the pool was calm, faint seven-colored energy rippled beneath the surface.

Medusa's bloodline is resonating with the legacy of the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python, and she is likely already reaping unimaginable benefits.

"Although I deliberately left behind the demon-slaying sword intent here, ordinary magical beasts, sensing the intimidation of the sword intent, should not dare to come and occupy this place and disturb Medusa..."

However, the Beast Realm is not lacking in desperate individuals willing to risk their lives for treasure, or ancient ferocious beasts stubbornly refusing to believe in evil; relying solely on sword intent may not guarantee success.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Yun unleashed a burst of spatial power around him.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—!"

The silvery spatial fluctuations spread like water ripples, weaving a semi-transparent barrier around the spring.

The moment the barrier touched the ground, a strange sight appeared: the area within a hundred feet of Huang Quan, centered on him, seemed to be erased, slowly merging into the surrounding rocks and trees.

Neither sight nor spiritual perception could detect the existence of this area; it was as if it were just an ordinary valley of rocks.

"Very good, then there will be no chance of anything going wrong."

Su Yun nodded slightly.

Having resolved Medusa's safety issue, he turned his attention to other parts of the Dark Serpent Mountains, his vast soul power spreading like an invisible net deep into the mountains.

A moment later, Su Yun seemed to have discovered something, and transformed into a streak of light, taking flight.

Before long, he arrived at a shrine hidden inside the mountain.

The entrance to the shrine was built of huge black rocks, carved with ferocious snake totems, exuding a chilling aura.

"This is it."

A glint of light flashed in Su Yun's eyes as he stepped inside.

The hall was extremely dark, with only a few eerie blue ghost fire stones embedded in the walls emitting a faint light that illuminated the scene inside.

He looked around and saw dozens of gray stone tablets neatly arranged on both sides of the shrine, each engraved with ancient python patterns.

This place is enshrining the ancestors of the Nine Netherworld Python clan, but in the very center of the shrine stands a black stone tablet that is completely different from the surrounding gray stone tablets.

This stone tablet is more than twice the height of the others. It is pitch black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface. It is not engraved with any words or totems, but it exudes a powerful and solid aura that is tangible and does not dissipate.

Su Yun walked to the black stone tablet, raised his hand and gently stroked the surface of the tablet, feeling a cool touch on his fingertips.

A smile played on his lips: "Last time I was so busy setting up the identity of the Dragon-Phoenix Child that I left in such a hurry that I even forgot about this good thing."

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint has countless connections with the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, and even left his legacy to the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

This stone tablet not only records the three ultimate techniques of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, but also contains a drop of the essence blood of this half-emperor powerhouse.

Unfortunately, inheriting the legacy of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint is not so simple; it requires immense soul power.

Over the past thousands of years, the Nine Netherworld Python clan has only obtained the "Yellow Spring Finger" and "Yellow Spring Palm," and has not even mastered the "Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath," let alone the essence blood of a half-emperor.

"In that case, it's actually a bargain for me."

Su Yun closed his eyes tightly, and his soul power surged like a tide, transforming into an invisible thread that slowly probed into the stone tablet.

In an instant, a strong sense of spatial pulling came, and Su Yun felt his consciousness sink, and he entered a secluded space of consciousness.

There is no light, no sound, only desolation and emptiness, and endless darkness.

But soon, a faint point of light appeared in the depths of the darkness.

The point of light magnified in Su Yun's eyes, eventually transforming into a blurry afterimage of a soul.

The lingering soul, clad in a long black robe, exuded a terrifying aura, its oppressive presence even stronger than that of the Soul Emperor and Gu Yuan. "Roar—!"

The afterimage of the soul suddenly let out a deafening roar, and an invisible soul shockwave swept towards Su Yun like a tsunami.

"The remaining soul power of that former Yellow Spring Demon Saint?"

Su Yun remained calm, his supreme sword intent firmly protecting him, and he was not affected in the slightest.

"So that's how it is. As long as I defeat you, I can obtain the 'Wrath of the Underworld' and the blood essence of a half-emperor."

Su Yun stared at the lingering image of the soul, and soon a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"After all, he was once a half-emperor, a being whose soul power reached the emperor realm. Even the remaining wisp of power is extremely powerful."

To pass your test, your soul power should reach the level of the Celestial Realm Perfection.

No wonder the Nine Netherworld Python clan hasn't passed this test all these years.

Monsters are born with weak soul power, and without special training, their soul power often does not increase along with their cultivation level.

Nowadays, very few ninth-grade alchemists on the mainland possess the soul power of a perfect Heaven Realm cultivator, let alone magical beasts.

"Roar--!"

The lingering soul image let out another earth-shattering roar, its dark soul power surging wildly, transforming into a black torrent that rushed towards Su Yun!

"Boom--!"

Where the pitch-black light passed, the sky was covered with a spiderweb-like pattern of shattered glass, and countless ghostly blue flames poured down from the cracks, dyeing the darkness into an eerie deep blue!
Faced with this attack that was enough to annihilate a Dou Sheng, Su Yun's expression remained extremely calm. He slightly raised his fingers, and golden light gathered at his fingertips.

"Admittedly, I do not yet possess the soul power attainment of the Heavenly Realm Perfection, but in your previous life, you were ultimately just a half-Emperor."

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

The clear, melodious sword cry resounded throughout the entire space like heavenly music, and golden sword intent erupted instantly!

Su Yun's body radiated boundless golden light, transforming into a golden sword pillar that pierced through the heavens and earth. Countless ancient sword patterns flowed across the sword pillar, and every pattern that lit up was surrounded by billions of miniature sword lights!
"go with!"

Su Yun gave a soft shout, and the golden sword pillar immediately contracted, transforming into a golden sword light that had been condensed to the extreme, and slashed forward!

"boom--!"

The golden sword light and the pitch-black light collided with a deafening roar! The next second, the pitch-black light was instantly shattered, and countless black light spots exploded in the space!

"Tsk-!"

The golden sword light, undiminished in its momentum, shot towards the soul's afterimage like a meteor chasing the moon!

The sword light pierced its chest in an instant, and with a violent burst of soul energy, its body began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

"Om-!"

As the remnant soul dissipated, the entire consciousness space began to collapse violently, and the darkness receded like a tide.

Su Yun's consciousness returned to his body, and at the same time, a massive torrent of information flooded into his mind.

This is precisely the cultivation method of "The Wrath of the Yellow Springs".

"The Demon Saint of the Underworld, not bad."

Su Yun slowly opened his eyes and saw the black patterns on the surface of the dark stone tablet quietly light up.

"Crack——!"

A crack appeared on the stone tablet from top to bottom, and a drop of golden blood the size of a fist slowly floated out!
(End of this chapter)