"The Ancestor has awakened. You can come forward and pay your respects. Whoever gets the most valuable reward will be the inheritor of the Steel Mane Demon Spirit!"
After Ying Shi Hou received the pill, he stuffed it into his sleeve and retreated to the side. Among the crowd, three people walked forward, each holding a jar. They were Chu Zhaoyang, Qi Heng, and the fat Taoist. The three of them looked at each other and hesitated. They didn't dare to step forward. In the end, Qi Heng sneered, stepped forward and said, "I'll go first!"
After that, he walked to the jade table and placed the earthen jar on it. After that, he took a step back and said in a clear voice, "Honorable Ancestor, Junior Qi Heng, the son of the Qi Clan of the Bohai Kingdom, respectfully offers you the blood of the Demon Ape that possesses the bloodline of the Ancient Devil Ape …"
After saying a lot, he took a step back, took a deep breath, and smashed the jar.
"It's actually the blood of the Demon Ape that possesses the bloodline of the Ancient Demon Ape …"
"The Qi Clan is really willing to pay a high price. It seems like they're determined to get the Steel Mane Demon Spirit!"
"Brother Qi said seven days ago that he's determined to get the Steel Mane Demon Spirit. It must be because of this jar of demon blood!"
The crowd began to whisper to each other.
The Hundred Beasts Sect had dealings with demon beasts, so they naturally knew how precious the blood of the Ancient Demonic Ape was.
Ever since the demon race migrated north, there were very few demon beasts at the Foundation Establishment stage in the Nan Zhan continent. Some demon beasts with rare blood were hunted and killed by human cultivators. Even the Hundred Beasts Sect, which specialized in demon beast business, didn't have many.
And this time, the Patriarch had ordered them to find the blood themselves. Therefore, the possibility of them getting the blood was even smaller.
The earthen jar was broken, and a strong smell of blood immediately spread out. They could even faintly hear the roar of a demonic ape. A phantom of a demonic ape jumped out of the blood and disappeared. It was extremely strange. The purple mist that shrouded the sky suddenly fluctuated strangely, as if something was about to fall. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the sky without blinking.
After another two breaths of time, the purple mist suddenly swayed and an object fell out of it.
Qi Heng was overjoyed. He hurriedly stretched out his hands and held the item in his arms. He could not wait to take it out for a closer look. It was a small token about the size of a palm. It was light green in color and was engraved with strange patterns. Qi Heng could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary item, but he did not know what it was used for. He hurriedly turned around and handed it to Sect Master Ying Shihou, asking him to appraise it.
Ying Shihou took it, looked at it a few times, and probed it with his spiritual power. After a while, he handed it back and said with a smile, "This is the Imperial Spirit Plate. It can seal the Divine Sense of a demonic beast in it. This demonic beast will be under your command …"
Qi Heng was startled and quickly asked, "What's the value?"
Ying Shihou smiled and said, "High-grade!"
Qi Heng was immediately overjoyed. He took the Imperial Spirit Tablet and happily retreated. He glanced at Chu Zhaoyang and the fat daoist with pride.
"My turn!"
Chu Zhaoyang let out a long sigh. He carried the broken jar and walked forward. He had already made a decision in his heart.
He had only prepared the blood of a rank nine lightning-attributed demonic beast. It was incomparable to Qi Heng's blood of the demonic ape. However, he had already made up his mind. When he worshiped the Ancestor, he would cut his palm and let his own blood essence seep in. This would cost him a level of cultivation, but the quality of the blood sacrifice would also greatly improve. He hoped to use this to move the Ancestor.
This was something he could not help. Although he was the Core Disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect, without a demonic spirit, he would not be able to successfully build his foundation.
He had to give it a try!
However, just as he took two steps, a voice suddenly called out to him, "Brother Zhaoyang!"
Chu Zhaoyang stopped and turned around. He saw Ying Qiaoqiao walking towards him. She opened the lid of the jar in his arms and took out a small silver knife. She wiped her right index finger and dripped a few drops of blood inside. Under Chu Zhaoyang's surprised gaze, Ying Qiaoqiao said, "I inherited the Winged Dragon Demonic Spirit. My blood is the blood of the Winged Dragon. This should satisfy the Ancestor!"
Chu Zhaoyang's face was full of surprise. The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect were all shocked.
Qi Heng, who was holding the Imperial Spirit Tablet, was overjoyed. He angrily looked at the Sovereign.
"That was Qiaoqiao's own idea. It's not my place to interfere …"
The Sovereign said indifferently. Qi Heng's face suddenly became even uglier.
Chu Zhaoyang's face was full of gratitude. He said in a low voice, "Junior sister, don't worry. I will definitely kill that brat for you in the future …"
Ying Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly and said, "I'm afraid it won't be our turn. You go first. I'll tell you when you come back!"
Chu Zhaoyang nodded and happily carried the earthen jar and went forward.
Like before, he sprinkled the beast blood in the earthen jar on the jade table. Not long after, purple mist surged again. Something flew down from the sky. Chu Zhaoyang hurriedly reached out to catch it. Holding it with both hands, he saw that it was actually a silver ring shining with spiritual light. Under the moonlight, it looked very extraordinary. He couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so he hurriedly presented it to the Sovereign.
"Oh, this thing is a Beast Locking Ring. It can lock beasts and imprison people. It's a rare thing …"
Hearing this, Chu Zhaoyang's eyes lit up. He was very excited.
At this moment, Qi Heng hurriedly asked, "Master, between the two of us, which one is more valuable?"
The Sovereign pondered for a while and said, "Both are high-grade magic tools, but their uses are different. It's hard for me to judge whether it's good or bad. We must return to Sea Demon City and let the old consecrator in the city appraise it …"
"Then let's hurry back?"
Qi Heng was worried and said casually.
The Sovereign said indifferently, "There's no hurry. Isn't there another person?"
As he said this, he looked at Yu Sanliang, who was cowering and hiding at the back.
Qi Heng followed the Sovereign's gaze and looked over. He immediately sneered in his heart. He didn't think that Yu Sanliang could pose any threat to him. In fact, if it wasn't for Ying Qiaoqiao suddenly intervening and using the blood of the Winged Dragon that she had fused with a demon spirit to help Chu Zhaoyang, even Chu Zhaoyang wouldn't be able to obtain a magic tool that was comparable to his, let alone this fat foreigner.
However, the Sovereign had already spoken, so he didn't dare to object. He sneered and looked at Yu Sanliang, saying, "It's your turn!"
Yu Sanliang's heart was perturbed as he slowly walked forward.
Qi Heng suddenly sneered and said, "Junior Brother Yu, what blood sacrifice did you prepare?"
The fat taoist wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said with a weak voice, "Rank … rank nine demon beast blood …"
Qi Heng sneered, "Heh, you don't even have any of the five elements?"
The fat taoist said with a trembling voice, "I … I don't think so …"
"Haha …"
Qi Heng was relieved. He sneered and said, "Then, please!"
When the fat taoist walked past him, he suddenly said in a low voice, "Although you're very annoying, I want to taste the fat on your body …" As he said this, he even took a gulp of saliva, as if he really wanted to take a bite of the fat taoist.
This sentence scared the fat taoist. He knew that if he didn't inherit the demon spirit, he wouldn't be of much use to the Hundred Beasts Sect. Even Elder Moye wouldn't be able to protect him. Who knows, this cruel guy might really capture him and eat him. Thinking of this, his legs immediately became weak and he slowly walked towards the jade table.
"Damn fatty, walk faster, don't waste time!"
Ying Qiaoqiao also frowned and looked at Yu Sanliang, scolding him coldly.
Yu Sanliang's legs became even weaker, his arms that were hugging the earthen jar were trembling, and he couldn't stop begging the gods in his heart.
"God, save me, Yu Sanliang, I won't eat meat anymore …"
"Fang Xing, you little bastard, I've really suffered because of you …"
"…"
As he muttered, he finally reached the jade table and put the earthen jar on the jade table.
"God bless me, god bless me …"
The fat taoist prayed for a while, then clenched his teeth and smashed the earthen jar with a punch.
"Crash …"
The earthen jar shattered, and the blood inside flowed onto the jade table.
The fat taoist tightly gripped the corner of his clothes, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he looked up at the sky.
In mid-air, the purple mist fluctuated, as if something was about to fall.
However, the strange thing was, after the purple mist fluctuated for a while, it actually calmed down, and nothing fell.
The fat taoist stared blankly at the sky, his heart was about to collapse.
"Haha, could it be that the ancestor doesn't even care about this offering, and didn't give any reward?"
Qi Heng's loud laughter rang out.
The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect all had strange smiles on their faces, and looked at the fat taoist with a smile that wasn't a smile. There was mockery and disdain in their eyes.
Ying Qiaoqiao, on the other hand, laughed coldly, and felt relieved. At least the inheritance of the demon spirit wouldn't be obtained by this fatty.
However, just when everyone thought that there wouldn't be any rewards, the purple mist suddenly surged violently again, and a faint shout could be heard. "Hu!" Suddenly, a huge object fell from the purple mist. It looked like a huge rock, and it let out a strange cry. "Peng!" It heavily smashed onto the jade table.
The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect were instantly stunned, and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
The thing that fell was a mixed golden eagle, and no one knew if it was dead or alive, but it fell quite hard.
"What … What kind of treasure is this?"
The fat taoist was also shocked, and stared at the strange bird in front of him.
At this moment, the purple mist suddenly surged violently again, and there was another strange cry. In mid-air, a humanoid figure with fangs and claws fell down, but it heavily smashed into the strange bird. The strange bird cried out in pain, but it came back to life. The person who fell from the back was not injured. He directly jumped up from the jade table, raised his head, and cried out in surprise, "Damn fatty?"
Seeing this person, the fat taoist's heart immediately collapsed …
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