Yang Wu didn't return empty-handed from the Ancestral Blood Pool. At the very least, his blood essence had been replenished, which was enough for him.
However, the clan elder was scared out of his wits.
Such an outstanding youth not being able to raise his bloodline power in the Ancestral Blood Pool made him suspicious of the Ancestral Blood Pool. He even suspected that Yang Wu was of the Yang Clan's bloodline.
However, when he thought of the Black Tortoise's spirit that was released when Yang Wu entered the Ancestral Blood Pool, he felt that his suspicions were unnecessary.
Perhaps the Atavistic Bloodline had the ability to automatically advance, and the blood energy in the Ancestral Blood Pool was really weak.
Yang Wu ignored the clan elder's doubts and poured out a bowl of ancestral blood, which gave the clan elder a fright. The clan elder said, "What are you doing? You can't drink it directly, and you can't take it out of here."
If Yang Wu hadn't been taken care of by the clan's Sacred Elder, he would have already taught Yang Wu a lesson.
"Don't worry, I won't take it out. I just want to take a look." Yang Wu replied.
He stared at the ancestral blood, licking it from time to time as if he was studying its mysteries.
The clan elder endured again and again, feeling that Yang Wu was too good at acting.
After a while, Yang Wu said indifferently, "No wonder the Ancestral Blood Pool's blood energy is so weak. It turns out that there's a problem with the formula."
The clan elder couldn't help but reprimand, "Kid, be careful with your words. This is the Ancestral Blood Pool, you can't destroy it."
"Well, then I'll go first." Yang Wu responded softly. He didn't stay here any longer and walked out.
Yang Wu clearly remembered the path he had taken before. He smoothly left the Ancestral Blood Pool, leaving the clan elder who had yet to recover from his shock.
After Yang Wu left, he went directly to the clan elder's residence.
Sea Dragon Island.
After Yang Jinghai became the Yang Clan's patriarch, he still stayed here to cultivate. He would only go to the main hall when there was a meeting.
Sea Dragon Island had also become the clan elder's territory. The defenses here had been raised several times, making it impossible for ordinary people to enter.
Before Yang Wu could get close to Sea Dragon Island, he was stopped by someone.
After Yang Wu showed a token, not only did the person stop him, he even personally led the way for Yang Wu.
The Patriarch's Order, seeing the Order was the same as seeing the Patriarch.
This was one of the rewards Yang Wu had received.
Yang Wu had killed two prodigies of the Xing Clan and saved Yang Taihe. This was enough for him to be given the Clan Leader's Medallion.
If it were any other peerless monster, even if they had made such a great contribution, it wouldn't be enough to obtain the Patriarch's Order. However, Yang Wu had another identity, and that was the Little Saint Pharmacist. This identity was incomparably precious. Moreover, he also had the power of the ancestral bloodline. It was normal for him to receive special treatment.
Now that he had the Patriarch Token, he actually had the title of Young Patriarch.
In the Yang Clan, the position of Young Patriarch didn't refer to the son of the Patriarch, but to the person who had the chance to become the Patriarch in the future. Yang Wu undoubtedly had the ability to be recognized by the entire Yang Clan.
When they arrived at the island, a beautiful maid led Yang Wu onto a bamboo raft and rowed towards Sea Dragon Island.
All of a sudden, a gigantic shadow emerged from the lake, causing countless waves to splash up.
Yang Wu remained motionless as he looked at the giant silhouette, a trace of excitement flashing across his face as he said, "It's actually a high-grade Flood Dragon, not bad!"
The maid on the raft was so frightened by Yang Wu's words that she almost fell into the lake.
How dare this guy say something like that to Lord Jiao Long?!
The flood dragon's eyes widened and emitted a murderous aura. He asked Yang Wu, "Kid, aren't you afraid of me?"
"Lord Flood Dragon, can you give me some essence blood? I also have a flood dragon, but it's a pity that its cultivation level is far from Lord Flood Dragon's." Yang Wu didn't answer the question.
The flood dragon was stunned.
Not only was this kid not afraid of him, he even wanted to borrow his essence blood. Was there any justice in this?
For many years, the Yang Family members who came to the island for the first time would be frightened by him. He gradually fell in love with this game of scaring people.
Today was the first time he met a youth who wasn't afraid of him.
"Is your flood dragon also in the family?" The flood dragon didn't lower himself to Yang Wu's level. Instead, he revealed a hint of intimacy as he asked.
He admired such a courageous young man.
"Yes, he's only in the Demonic King Realm. I'll call him over later. His name is Yang Zhenlong. I hope he can soar into the sky one day and transform into a dragon." Yang Wu said.
"That's a good name. Very ambitious. Call him over later. I'll teach him." The flood dragon said with satisfaction.
The flood dragon didn't block Yang Wu's path anymore. The maid continued to row the raft towards the island.
"Young Master, you're so strong. You're actually not afraid of Lord Flood Dragon." The maid said with a hint of worship.
"I'm not the Young Master. This is nothing." Yang Wu smiled faintly.
He had even seen the Jade Moon Realm Tongtian Ancestor. How could he be afraid of a Little Saint Demon?
Soon, Yang Wu was brought to Sea King Island. Yang Jinghai was already waiting on the shore.
Yang Wu jumped off the raft and cupped his hands to greet Yang Jinghai. "Greetings, Patriarch!"
"Mm, you're not bad." Yang Jinghai looked at Yang Wu from head to toe and praised. He then asked, "Didn't you go to the Ancestral Blood Pool? Why are you here now?"
"The Blood Qi in the Ancestral Blood Pool is too faint. It doesn't have any effect on me." Yang Wu said truthfully.
Yang Jinghai was stunned. He then smiled. "That's right. You have an atavistic bloodline. The Ancestral Blood Pool's blood is too mixed. It's normal that it doesn't have any effect on you." After a pause, he asked, "Why are you here? As long as I can help you, I will. You are a great hero of our Yang Clan."
"I'm here to discuss a deal with Patriarch." Yang Wu smiled faintly.
"A deal? Tell me about it. "Yang Jinghai was surprised.
"I can make the Blood Qi in the Ancestral Blood Pool more condensed and concentrated. It has fewer side effects and can be used for a long time." Yang Wu said straightforwardly.
"Are you joking? The Ancestral Blood Pool is the blood, sweat, and tears of my Yang Family's ancestors. Even if a Saint Alchemist were to come, he would be amazed. What ability do you have to make the Blood Qi in the Ancestral Blood Pool change?"
"Just because a Saint Alchemist can't doesn't mean I can't." Yang Wu said confidently. He then continued, "The Ancestral Blood Pool made from the essence blood of many Saints and some Saint Alchemists is too mixed. It can't increase one's bloodline power. I know all the ingredients in it, but the formula is too shallow. It can't achieve the best effect."
"You know how to make Saint Elixirs?"
"Who am I? I am the supreme Alchemist God's Son. What don't I know? As long as I have enough ingredients, I can make the Ancestral Blood Pool rise to another level."
"Tell me what you need. As long as this Patriarch can do it, I'll prepare it for you." Yang Jinghai was full of courage and didn't feel that Yang Wu was tricking him. He made a prompt decision.
"I need a large amount of ingredients and spirit stones, so I want to discuss a win-win deal with Patriarch." Yang Wu said seriously.
"If you can increase the Ancestral Blood Pool's power, I can make the decision to give you a batch of ingredients and spirit stones as a reward."
"No, I don't need that little bit of reward. I want a large supply and I will refine more pills to help the clan become stronger."
"The clan also has alchemists. In fact, you don't need to waste time on alchemy."
"Haha, how can they compare to me?"
...
After a discussion between Yang Wu and Yang Jinghai, Yang Jinghai decided to listen to Yang Wu's suggestion. He started to collect the ingredients that Yang Wu had listed and prepared to upgrade the Ancestral Blood Pool.
As for the pill deal that Yang Wu mentioned, he was skeptical. But when Yang Wu took out a pile of high-quality pills and even Little Sage pills, he was completely convinced.
He agreed to Yang Wu's request and helped Yang Wu collect ingredients for a long period of time. He even opened the clan's medicine pavilion for Yang Wu to collect as many ingredients as he wanted. As long as Yang Wu could provide a batch of pills for the Yang Family.
After this matter was settled, Yang Jinghai cut to the chase and said, "Yang Wu, try to increase your strength. I plan to let you cultivate in the God of War Pagoda. Our Yang Family only has five spots left."
"God of War Pagoda? Where is that? "Yang Wu asked.
"The God of War Pagoda is a battle pagoda built by the ancestors of our Eight Great Battle Clans. It is now suppressed in God of War City and belongs to the Xuanyuan Family. Every ten years, it will be opened to the outside world for the younger generation of prodigies to speed up their cultivation and strive to become Sages sooner!" Yang Jinghai said. Then he sighed softly and said, "In the past, our Yang Family could have 50 spots. But as the clan gradually declined, the spots were taken by the other great clans and fell drastically. There are only five spots left. Usually, only the most outstanding juniors can have one of the spots. You have contributed greatly to the clan, so we specially prepared a spot for you. I hope you can cherish it."
"Since that's the case, why not leave it to others?" Yang Wu said with a shrug.
"Haha, cultivating in the God of War Pagoda for a day is equivalent to cultivating in the outside world for three months or even a year. Do you really want to leave it to others?" Yang Jinghai laughed.
"Cough, cough. How can I? The Patriarch has given me such a good opportunity. Of course I have to cherish it. I was just joking." Yang Wu hurriedly took back his words.
The God of War Pagoda was so magical. How could he miss out on it? It should be a holy land for cultivation. If he could cultivate for ten days to half a month, wouldn't he be able to directly reach the Small Saint Realm?
Yang Jinghai seemed to have seen through Yang Wu's thoughts. He said from the side, "Everyone can only enter the God of War Pagoda once in their lifetime. And each time, they can only stay for ten days."
"Only ten days? So little!" Yang Wu said with slight disdain.
"Don't be greedy. Sometimes, ten days is equivalent to ten years. It depends on your own ability."
"Alright, since the Patriarch has said so, I will go cultivate in the God of War Pagoda. When will I set off?"
"No hurry. You still have to wait for half a month. Oh right, when do you plan to marry the Heng Mountain Sect's eldest daughter? I will prepare the betrothal gifts for you."
"Uh …"
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