A great adventure in the world of immortal cultivation

Han Buli: Here I come.

KP: Since he had been discovered, Han Buli had no choice but to temporarily suppress his evil thoughts and walked into the cave. Then Han Buli noticed that besides Sima Wu, there were two other visitors in the cave.

Han Buli:Who is it?

KP: Ya Xiaonan and Han Ning'er. They were also surprised and puzzled when they saw you appear here.

Ya Xiaonan: Han Buli? Why are you here?

KP: Ya Xiaonan's tone was a little nervous, and Han Ning'er beside her also frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Joan of Arc: My goodness, has Lao Han’s reputation become so bad now?

Han Buli: I don’t think it’s a reputation issue. The two of them must have mistakenly thought that Brother Sima was setting a trap for them and regarded me as an accomplice.

KP: Han Buli's analysis was correct. Seeing that the atmosphere in the field became a little tense, Sima Wu snorted coldly and began to explain.

Sima Wu: Don't worry. I, Sima Wu, have accepted the loss of the bet and promised to help Ya Xiaonan remove the blood slave curse. Naturally, I won't go back on my word. As for Han Buli, I summoned him. He lost the bet today, causing me to lose a blood slave, so he must pay the price. Therefore, he has voluntarily become my new blood slave.

Ya Xiaonan: What?!

KP: Upon hearing this, Ya Xiaonan looked incredulous.

Ya Xiaonan: You, you want to become a blood slave? You clearly know...

Sima Wu: You clearly know?

Ya Xiaonan:……!

KP: Ya Xiaonan realized that she had spoken out of turn and stopped talking in time, but a hint of doubt still flashed in Sima Wu's eyes.

Han Buli: (Taking over the topic) Yes, yes, I know how dangerous the Blood Slave Curse is, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to be Sima's blood slave. After all, the bigger the storm, the bigger the fish. Without risk, there's no reward. I'm not a coward like you.

KP: With Han Buli's help, Sima Wu withdrew his gaze. Ya Xiaonan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at you with a complicated look.

KP: Then, Han Ning'er on the side spoke lightly.

Han Ning'er: Becoming a blood slave means putting your life in the hands of others. No matter how high your cultivation level becomes in the future, you are ultimately just a puppet, and your life or death is uncertain.

KP: After saying that, Han Ning'er glanced at Sima Wu silently and continued.

Han Ning'er: However, if you were threatened and forced to become a blood slave, I can help you.

Jeanne: Wow.

Romeo: Oh my, sister is really a beautiful and kind-hearted person, I I I.

Xiao Huohuo: Come and eat.

KP: So, after hearing Han Ning'er's words, Sima Wu frowned and spiritual pressure gradually rose from his body.

Sima Wu: Han Ning'er, you are meddling too much!

KP: Han Ning'er did not reply, but just looked at Han Buli indifferently, waiting for a reply.

Han Buli: So she really wants to help me?

KP: Yes, this is the second path Han Ning'er gave you, and it is also the second path I gave you. Han Buli, you should think carefully about what to choose.

Han Buli: Hmm... If I choose to ask Han Ning'er for help, can she help me get rid of the poison pill I took before?

KP: I can't guarantee anything, I can only say that Han Ning'er will try her best.

Han Buli: Will she provide me with unlimited Spirit Gathering Pills, Qi Nourishing Pills and Spirit Stones in the future?

KP: No.

Han Buli: Then I'd consider a market trade! Isn't this just pure empty-handed trickery?

Xiao Huohuo: Indeed. (Laughing)

Joan of Arc: I didn’t have a choice before, and now I don’t want to choose.jpg.

KP: Okay, then under the gazes of Han Ning'er, Ya Xiaonan and Sima Wu, Han Buli pretended to think for a moment and then smiled apologetically.

Han Buli: Haha, although I am very grateful to Miss Han for her willingness to "help", but Miss Han, please know that in this world, not everyone grows up with a silver spoon in their mouth. Grassroots cultivators like us who have no power or influence must seize all resources and opportunities if we want to cultivate the great way. So sometimes, even if I know it is poison, I am willing to drink it to quench my thirst.

Han Ning'er: ...

KP: I didn’t expect that you would be willing to go all the way to the end. Han Ning’er shook her head slightly, withdrew her gaze, and said no more.

KP: Seeing that Han Ning'er was left speechless by you, Sima Wu's lips curled up slightly, and he became more and more satisfied with you, Han Buli.

Sima Wu: Yes, I was right. Han Buli, you are a man who can accomplish great things... Well, it’s getting late, let’s get down to business.

Chapter 70 Blood Slave Curse (Day 31)

Sima Wu: It’s getting late, let’s get down to business... Ya Xiaonan, come here.

KP: Hearing the master's cold voice, Ya Xiaonan couldn't help but shudder. He turned his head to look at Han Ning'er, and after seeing the latter nodded slightly, he took a deep breath and walked forward.

KP: Looking at Ya Xiaonan who stopped ten steps in front of him, Sima Wu's face showed less disgust than usual and more thoughtfulness.

Sima Wu: Ya Xiaonan, are you afraid of me?

KP: I didn’t expect Sima Wu to ask this question suddenly. Ya Xiaonan was stunned for a moment.

Ya Xiaonan: ...You are my blood master, of course I will be afraid of you.

KP: Sima Wu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sima Wu: No, although you are indeed afraid of me, this fear is not out of respect for my status... You seem to be afraid that I will kill you. This is really strange. You know that killing your own blood slaves will not benefit me in any way, but you are still afraid that I will kill you. Is there any reason why I must kill you?

KP: Facing Sima Wu's pointed question, Ya Xiaonan pursed her lips and tried to remain calm.

Ya Xiaonan: ...Master Sima, you worry too much. I just want to be free.

Sima Wu: Freedom, hum, freedom.

KP: Hearing the word "freedom", Sima Wu sneered, as if mocking this ridiculous excuse, but before he could say anything, Han Ning'er on the side spoke first.

Han Ning'er: Enough, Sima Wu, we are not here today to listen to your useless words.

Sima Wu: Humph...that's all.

KP: After saying that, Sima Wu raised his hand and waved it, an invisible wave emerged, and Ya Xiaonan also knelt on the ground, his body tense as a bow, his eyes bloodshot, and bursts of uncontrollable groans from his throat, obviously he was suffering from great pain.

KP: Countless fine red blood threads then emerged from Ya Xiaonan's skin, converging in mid-air. After about half an incense stick of time, the pale Ya Xiaonan finally stopped trembling. The blood threads that had emanated from her body also congealed in mid-air into a blood-colored Gu worm, which slowly squirmed, its wrinkled skin radiating an indescribable, eerie glow.

Han Buli: Wait, am I going to eat this thing later?

Joan of Arc: Look at this blood poison, doesn’t it smell good?

Romeo: Chicken flavor, crispy.

Xiao Huohuo: The protein content is five times that of beef.

Han Buli: (annoyed) I think I can use my willpower. If I fail, I will just faint. When I wake up, the blood slave curse will have been completed painlessly.

Xiao Huohuo: Automatic general anesthesia surgery, right? (Music)

KP: Okay, you roll the dice.

Han Buli: Will, 24/35, success.

Han Buli: Damn!

KP: So, even though the weird and somewhat terrifying scene before him made Han Buli scream in his heart, his consciousness became increasingly clear and energetic, and he wished he could deeply engrave every detail of the blood parasite in his mind.

Han Buli: Are you kidding me? I’m going to vomit.

KP: The other half, seeing that the blood parasite had been successfully exorcised, Han Ning'er stepped forward and helped Ya Xiaonan up. After an input of spiritual power, Ya Xiaonan's pale face looked much better.

Han Ning'er: Xiaonan, are you okay?

Ya Xiaonan:...Yeah.

KP: Ya Xiaonan smiled, although a little weak, but her eyes were shining.

Ya Xiaonan: Sister Ning'er, I feel that the restraint of the blood slave curse on me has completely disappeared!

Han Ning'er: That's good.

Seeing that Ya Xiaonan was no longer seriously injured, Han Ning'er nodded slightly. Then, with a flick of her finger, a mysterious rune instantly appeared in mid-air. Sima Wu snorted coldly and pointed his finger as well. The rune then transformed into two streams of spiritual energy, entering Sima Wu and Han Ning'er's bodies respectively.

Han Ning'er: Okay, it's over, Xiaonan, let's go.

Sima Wu: Humph, get out of here now.

KP: Without further communication, Han Ning'er and Ya Xiaonan turned and left the cave. However, before leaving, Ya Xiaonan secretly gave Han Buli a look.

KP: Han Buli, please give me some inspiration.

Han Buli: Inspiration, 66/30, failure.

KP: So, Han Buli, you noticed that Ya Xiaonan suddenly looked at you inexplicably, but because Sima Wu was beside you, you had to pretend not to see it.

Xiao Huohuo: Alas, the flowers have feelings but the water is heartless. Old Han, it’s all in vain for you.

Han Buli: (pinching nose) It’s hard to say. I feel that at most, Ya Xiaonan, who just resigned, feels a little sympathy for me, a new colleague who has been wronged.

Joan of Arc: Too graphic.

KP: OK, then Han Ning'er and Ya Xiaonan left, and the signing ceremony on Han Buli's side began next.

Han Buli: Give me a quick death. (Open)

KP: Then, seeing that there were no outsiders around, Sima Wu took out a pitch-black gourd from his storage bag, shook it twice and opened it. The bloodworm floating in the air automatically flew into the gourd as if guided.

KP: Then, Sima Wu turned to Han Buli.

Sima Wu: Stretch out your hand.

Han Buli: (Do as I’m told)

KP: Han Buli stretched out his right hand, Sima Wu raised his finger and waved it, green spiritual power flashed by, Han Buli only felt as if his fingertips were blown by the breeze, the next second, a drop of bright red blood flew out from the wound on his fingertips and was sucked into the gourd.

KP: Finally, Sima Wu dripped his own blood into the gourd, shook it a few more times, and then tossed it to Han Buli. Han Buli reached out to take it, and as soon as he opened the gourd, he smelled a strong, fishy smell of alcohol.

Sima Wu: Drink this gourd of blood-infused wine. From now on, you will be my blood slave.

Xiao Huohuo: Blood Gu soaked in wine has boundless magic power.

Romeo: After drinking the blood-curd wine, I have to stand up even if I don’t want to.

Han Buli: Grass.

Joan of Arc: So after all this time, this blood slave curse is actually an upgraded version of drinking table culture?

KP: What a great drinking culture.

Xiao Huohuo: Drinking + signing a contract, no problem, buddy.

Han Buli: But fortunately, this scene is a little more civilized than I imagined. Damn it, brothers!

KP: Looking at the blood-infused wine in his hand, Han Buli took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and poured it directly into his mouth. But the moment the blood-infused wine entered his throat, Han Buli suddenly realized something was wrong—the wine inside the gourd was like a living thing. Once it entered his throat, it madly drilled into his throat, stretching his larynx and leaving him no chance to swallow or breathe. That feeling, well... to put it in an analogy, was probably similar to undergoing a gastroscopy without anesthesia.

Xiao Huohuo: Woc! (Still frightened)

KP: After more than ten seconds, Han Buli threw away the empty gourd, lay on the ground, coughing non-stop, and vomited several mouthfuls of acid water before he finally recovered.

Han Buli: It feels so uncomfortable. It would be unreasonable if I don’t take two bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills from him later.

Sima Wu: How does it feel to become a blood slave?

Han Buli: Feeling... Do I feel anything?

KP: You stand up, stretch your arms and legs, and channel your spiritual energy. Everything seems normal, but you can't help but feel a little confused.

Sima Wu: Han Buli, give me all the spirit stones on you.

Han Buli: Why?

KP: Hey, that's the right question! Then, just as you subconsciously want to disobey this order, the blood slave curse instantly takes effect! Han Buli felt the blood in his body suddenly turn into boiling magma, and the intense burning pain stimulated his meridians, causing him to roll on the ground repeatedly and wail incessantly.

Han Buli: Damn, Byd is fishing through a hole, right?

KP: Hehehe.

KP: Seeing Han Buli's embarrassed look, Sima Wu showed a somewhat evil smile.

Sima Wu: Okay, get up.

KP: As soon as he finished speaking, the pain in Han Buli's body disappeared, leaving only a slight spasm, proving that the experience just now was not an illusion.