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Batch after batch of disciples attempted to use their blood to stir the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. However, they all failed. Most of their blood dissipated into the vortex storms. This left many feeling indignant. After their first failure, they bit their fingers and produced their blood a second time.
With regards to this, the four personal disciples did not stop them. If they failed once, it was impossible for them to succeed a second time.
At that moment, Snake Girl, who was beside Yi Yun, hesitated for a moment before taking out an exquisite snakeskin dagger from her interspatial ring.
"You want to give it a try as well?" Yi Yun looked at Snake Girl in astonishment. He originally believed that Snake Girl would not be willing to join the Myriad God Ridge.
"I'll give it a try. It's not something unacceptable to really join the Myriad God Ridge. Since my master is here, I can't be bothered to return. Robbing isn't a long-term solution after all."
As Snake Girl spoke, she slit her index finger and a drop of blood floated out.
"Aren't you going to give it a try?"
Snake Girl looked at Yi Yun.
"Let me take a look first. I have a nagging feeling that the Ascending Dragon Cauldron is very odd."
"Are you worried that the blood will land on the cauldron as a trap?" Snake Girl guessed Yi Yun's thoughts. "We are a bunch of low-level disciples. What could possibly be plotted against? If we really sign a blood contract, the contents of the contract will be transmitted back to our souls. If we do not agree to it, it would be impossible for us to sign a contract for some baffling reason just because of a drop of blood."
As Snake Girl spoke, the drop of blood floated out.
What Snake Girl said was not without reason. In a battle between warriors, there would always be injuries and blood. Blood could easily be obtained by others, so it was naturally impossible to sign a soul contract with just a drop of blood.
Yi Yun nodded. He did not move as he looked at Snake Girl's drop of blood.
The blood flew into the vortex and did not dissipate in the strong winds. When it approached the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, the drop of blood emitted a scarlet glow.
This is …
Yi Yun pricked up his brows. At the same time, he heard a bronze hum.
"Weng —!"
The Ascending Dragon Cauldron sounded like a heavy divine bell being struck. The black dragon engraved on the cauldron seemed to be dancing amidst the chaotic Yuan Qi. The pair of dragon eyes emitted a soul-stirring beam. Many of the disciples present felt their hearts suffer a heavy blow when they were stared at by the pair of dragon eyes as their organs churned.
Even the four personal disciples could sense the immense pressure. They could no longer maintain their haughty expressions. The Ascending Dragon Cauldron's humming sounds left their ears numb.
"Who … Who stirred the Ascending Dragon Cauldron?"
Senior Brother Ji's face was filled with shock. There was too much fresh blood in the air earlier on, so he did not manage to see it clearly. It was only when the gigantic cauldron started trembling that he reacted to it.
At this moment.
"Xiu!"
Two rays of dark golden light shot out from the dragon's eyes. They were like two swords bestowed by God, directly shooting towards the Lamia.
The Lamia was also caught off guard. She didn't dodge the two divine lights because she couldn't dodge them at all.
Crack!
The divine light entered her body and shot into her dantian.
Lamia felt something appear in her dantian. Following that, her entire body slowly floated up. Her clothes and long hair fluttered in the strong winds.
"The drop of blood that Lamia produced stirred the Ascending Dragon Cauldron?"
Yi Yun was alarmed as well. He had heard the conversation between the four personal disciples. Stirring the Ascending Dragon Cauldron was an extremely difficult task. He never expected Lamia to be the so-called person with a 'wisdom root.'
The storm lasted for the time it took half an incense stick to burn before it slowly subsided. Everyone present stared at the Medusa in shock.
In addition to disbelief, there was also deep jealousy in the eyes of those well-dressed young men when they looked at the Lamia before.
Stirring the cauldron with a drop of blood! This girl was at least a core disciple. How did she have such good luck? They originally believed that with a crazy old hooligan as her master, she would only be a girl living at the bottom of the world. They never expected that a drop of her blood could stir the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, allowing her to soar.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, the stone gateway's door flashed as a middle-aged man stepped out. He was none other than the Martial Uncle Mo that the four personal disciples had mentioned.
He appeared in front of Lamia in a blink of an eye, feeling overjoyed.
He had clearly seen the two divine lights shoot into Lamia's dantian. According to his past experience, the two divine lights were actually two treasures!
The treasures were hidden in Lamia's body world. It was something that even the patriarch thought highly of.
"You stirred the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. Very good! Very good! Very good! "
Mo Shanqing repeated the word 'good' three times as he looked at Lamia with glowing eyes.
"There's no need for you to continue participating in the test. I'll send you into the sect now. From this day forth, you will be a core disciple of my Myriad God Ridge!"
Mo Shanqing said excitedly. He originally believed that presiding over the test was a waste of time, but he never expected to encounter a girl that stirred the cauldron. In that case, the patriarch would likely reward him handsomely.
Lamia never expected such a thing to happen either. She was momentarily at a loss. Although she felt that it would not be a problem for her to join the Myriad God Ridge, she had to rely on her own strength to pass the second and third rounds of the Myriad God Ridge's entrance test.
She never expected to become a disciple of the Myriad God Ridge through the so-called 'wisdom root.'
"Thank you, Senior. I'll follow you up the mountain in a while. "
As Lamia spoke, she looked at her master, Old Snake, as well as Yi Yun.
Old Snake did not express anything regarding Lamia's stirring of the cauldron. As for Yi Yun … it was unknown what he was thinking.
Although Snake Girl had been forcefully brought to the Myriad God Ridge by Yi Yun and had spent more than ten pieces of Spirit Jade, she did not bear any ill will towards Yi Yun. Instead, she found him to be quite a nice person. She wanted to know how Yi Yun was doing at the assessment.
In fact, only a few people, including Yi Yun, had yet to produce their blood.
"Is there anyone else who hasn't attempted it? Let's produce a drop of blood together."
Having taken in a disciple, Mo Shanqing was in an extremely good mood. As for the remaining people, although the chances of them succeeding were low, they could not be missed.
Upon hearing Mo Shanqing's words, the other disciples naturally bit their fingers and produced a drop of blood.
They had not produced a drop of blood immediately because they were too nervous. They had waited until now.
Instantly, Yi Yun was the only one left who had yet to produce a drop of blood. At the instant the Ascending Dragon Cauldron stirred, Yi Yun sensed a majestic yet familiar aura from the divine beam that shot out from the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. The aura bore a resemblance to the pure Yang broken sword he possessed!
Could the Ascending Dragon Cauldron have something to do with the pure Yang broken sword?
If the cauldron was truly related to the pure Yang broken sword, Yi Yun could not miss this opportunity. Perhaps, he could use this opportunity to probe it.
Produce a drop of blood?
Yi Yun glanced at Mo Shanqing beside him and momentarily hesitated.
He could not predict what the outcome would be. Under such circumstances, it would be unwise to cause a huge stir by probing the Ascending Dragon Cauldron.
The last few disciples who produced their blood ultimately failed. Only a few drops of their blood landed on the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, but it did not stir any changes.
These people were extremely disappointed. Compared to Snake Girl, who had stirred the cauldron, it was an even greater blow.
"It's over. Let's call it a day."
Although Mo Shanqing noticed that Yi Yun had not produced his blood, he did not care if one or two people were left out.
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
The four personal disciples walked out and were about to temporarily retrieve the Ascending Dragon Cauldron and disperse Yi Yun and company.
"Yi Yun, why don't you give it a try?"
Snake Girl whispered from the side.
Yi Yun exhaled lightly. Using his finger as a blade, he sliced open his finger.
A drop of blood slowly floated into the sky.
Yi Yun had roughly determined that there was no danger in sacrificing his blood to the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. Furthermore, the connection between the Ascending Dragon Cauldron and the pure Yang broken sword made Yi Yun want to give it a try.
Upon seeing Yi Yun produce his blood, Mo Shanqing came to a halt. He looked up as well. Although he was displeased with his disciple's slow reaction, he did not mind waiting a little longer.
High up in the sky, there were faint rumblings of wind and lightning. The drop of blood appeared inconspicuous amidst the violent winds.
It easily tore through the black vortex and landed right in the eye of the dragon carving on the Ascending Dragon Cauldron!
The drop of blood entered the dragon eye like a teardrop of blood.
Instantly, the entire Ascending Dragon Cauldron fell silent. Even the sound of the wind seemed to soften.
A look of puzzlement flashed across Mo Shanqing's face. This is …
Roar —!
Suddenly, a deep dragon's roar sounded from the Ascending Dragon Cauldron.
The dragon's roar instantly tore through the firmaments and reverberated across the land. Everyone present felt extremely tiny. The disciples with weaker cultivation levels were unable to withstand the dragon's suppression and collapsed to the ground.
Even the disciples with higher cultivation levels felt their hearts palpitate.
Accompanied by the dragon's roar, a gray fog spewed out from the Ascending Dragon Cauldron as though something was about to emerge.
Amid the wind and lightning, the Ascending Dragon Cauldron rapidly expanded to the size of a tiny mountain. Amid the black clouds, the cauldron's body turned blurry. Black bolts of lightning the thickness of buckets shuttled through the clouds.
"What's that?"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Black clouds lingered high in the sky, but people could faintly make out a gigantic dragon head phantom slowly appearing in the cauldron that had expanded dozens of times.
Dragon!?
There was a dragon sealed in the Ascending Dragon Cauldron?
Yi Yun held his breath. The dragon head was ancient and boundless. A terrifying dragon suppression inundated him with its appearance. Its gaze seemed to pierce through the endless years and land on him.
Instantly, Yi Yun felt the Purple Crystal in his body tremble gently. A voice seemed to resound in his mind. The voice was the dragon's roar that came from the clouds. It seemed to contain a language that Yi Yun could not understand. It was ancient and profound.
But this feeling only lasted for a fleeting moment.
"This is … This is …" Mo Shanqing suddenly turned excited. He turned his head abruptly and looked at Yi Yun in disbelief.
The dragon's roar and the protruding dragon head was a phenomenon that had never been seen before. Could this seemingly slow-witted disciple be able to completely stimulate the Ascending Dragon Cauldron?
Although the so-called wisdom root needed to stimulate the Ascending Dragon Cauldron was vague and ethereal, Mo Shanqing knew a thing or two about the standards of the wisdom root. He never expected that the youth in front of him would fulfill the patriarch's conditions.
It was already pretty good if a few people could trigger the Ascending Dragon Cauldron's roar in a year. But today, someone had managed to trigger the Ascending Dragon Cauldron's treasures. Furthermore, it was two treasures. Now, there was another one that was even more ridiculous. He wondered how the Patriarch would reward him!
Upon coming to this realization, Mo Shanqing turned even more excited. He did not know what special treasure he would be able to trigger. If not, the phenomenon would not be so ridiculous!
However, just as Mo Shanqing was feeling extremely excited, the black dragon phantom began to slowly dissipate. The dragon's roar that resounded throughout the world also vanished.
The Ascending Dragon Cauldron began to slowly shrink amidst the surging wind and lightning. In moments, it returned to its original state. It floated silently in the vortex, as though everything that had happened was a dream. It was as though nothing had happened.
Mo Shanqing widened his eyes as he stared intently at the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. He anticipated that the Ascending Dragon Cauldron would shoot out a few beams of divine light that would enter Yi Yun's dantian. However, after waiting for a very long time, nothing happened.
That … that was it?
There was no treasure that was triggered at all?
Mo Shanqing was taken aback. The process of Yi Yun stirring the cauldron was even more ridiculous than the girl from before. Yet, there was no reaction. How could this be?
He thought that he had done something great, but in a blink of an eye, he had rejoiced for nothing.
"Martial Uncle, what's going on?"
The four personal disciples gathered around and looked at Mo Shanqing before sizing up Yi Yun curiously. Wasn't this punk the one who said that he would treat the old yellow ox to alcohol upon entering the Myriad God Ridge? Was this fellow also someone with a wisdom root?
"Martial Uncle, did this youth pass the test as well?" asked Ji Yunshu.
Mo Shanqing was still immersed in the ups and downs he had yet to snap out of his daze. Only when he heard the question did he reveal a look of hesitation.
He had never seen such a situation before.
Stirring the Ascending Dragon Cauldron naturally counted. However, he was puzzled that no treasure had been triggered despite such a huge commotion.
"Try … producing a drop of your blood again," said Mo Shanqing as he looked at Yi Yun.
Yi Yun frowned. Although producing a few drops of his blood was nothing, he was displeased to be instructed by Mo Shanqing.
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