Including Ma Shangsi, none of the people Lu Ye had bestowed with precious blood had failed.
This was undoubtedly abnormal.
Even though Ma Shangsi, Xiang Yin, and the others were all at the late-stage Yue Yao Realm, the perils of refining holy blood shouldn't have much to do with one's cultivation. Instead, refining holy blood was a process of developing and refining one's Blood Tribe bloodline.
Lu Ye faintly had an idea in his heart — his precious blood might be somewhat different from the real Blood Race's Saint Blood, and this difference should be able to greatly reduce the risk of refining it.
The reason for this conjecture was naturally because of his Talent Tree.
During the process of refining the Blood Race holy blood, his Talent Tree had burned away everything that was detrimental to him, leaving behind only those that weren't a threat to him.
As such, the precious blood he refined was naturally different from the holy blood.
Although both could stimulate one's Blood Race bloodline, his precious blood was undoubtedly much weaker in terms of lethality.
If true holy blood was extremely poisonous, then his precious blood wasn't as poisonous. Thus, the risk of refining it wasn't as great for the Blood Servants.
Of course, this was only his conjecture. Whether or not this was the case had yet to be verified.
It was also possible that Xiang Yin and the other first-generation Blood Race members were different from ordinary Blood Race members. Because of their status as first-generation Blood Race members, they could withstand greater risks during the refining process.
But no matter which possibility it was, it was a good thing for Lu Ye.
After a short while, Xiang Yin and the others returned together.
Zhou Ran and Wang Taisheng looked at Lu Ye with different eyes. Before, they had only submitted because of Lu Ye's holy aura, but now, they had truly submitted.
"Great Lord …" Xiang Yin looked at Lu Ye expectantly, almost reminding him not to go back on his word.
Lu Ye ignored her and looked at Xuan Yu instead. "Can I really refine another drop?"
Xuan Yu replied cautiously, "We sisters are willing to do our best to live up to Great Lord's expectations!"
Lu Ye pondered for a moment, then flicked his finger and bestowed his last two drops of precious blood. He also wanted to know if his conjecture was correct.
The Snow Race sisters each received a drop of precious blood and happily ran out to refine it.
Lu Ye sat cross-legged and spread out his Divine Sense to investigate, the two sisters' miserable cries resounding in his ears one after another.
Even though the process was arduous, the results were good. Half a day later, the Xiang Yin sisters successfully refined the precious blood. Apart from being in a sorry state, there weren't any other problems.
At this point, Lu Ye was finally sure of one thing. His precious blood was not the same as the blood race's sacred blood. Its lethality was much lower than that of the sacred blood.
This was undoubtedly good news, because in this way, he could gather more people with peace of mind. Although there weren't many cultivators scattered in this world, it was still a good thing to have one more. Moreover, every single one of them that came to his side would be able to rapidly improve their own Holiness. In the future, they would undoubtedly be of great use in resisting the Saint Blood Peak.
After two days of rest, Xiang Yin and the other three were sent out by Lu Ye. Their task was to search for scattered cultivators and bring them back.
Lu Ye himself remained at Black Prison Cliff to refine his precious blood.
He originally had five drops of precious blood, but they had all been used up in the past few days, so he could only refine them again. Refining precious blood was not an easy task. Even though his cultivation had increased, it still took him more than half a month to refine a single drop. Moreover, each drop of precious blood consumed a great deal of his foundation and required a large amount of resources to replenish it.
While he was refining, Lu Ye suddenly opened his eyes. In the next moment, he stood up and the Void Spirit Runes under his feet quickly formed. With a flash of light, his figure disappeared.
A hundred kilometers away from Snow Listening Peak, a figure was quietly lying dormant, looking at the flattened Snow Listening Peak with a puzzled expression.
Some time ago, the Saint Blood Peak received news that a newcomer had arrived in this world. This newcomer's Holiness was unprecedented and extremely terrifying. It just so happened that two Snow Race members of Snow Listening Peak wanted to join the Saint Blood Peak, so they leaked this newcomer's whereabouts to the Saint Blood Peak.
The Saint Blood Peak naturally did not dare to be negligent. Immediately, a late-stage Moon Jade cultivator was ordered by Blazing Heaven to bring the Red Talisman to kill this newcomer. At that time, if not for the fact that Blazing Heaven had other important matters to attend to, he would have personally come to meet this newcomer.
However, that late-stage Moon Jade cultivator quickly lost contact with the Saint Blood Peak, so it was basically certain that she was dead.
This made the Saint Blood Peak very uneasy, so they naturally sent someone to investigate the situation.
This ghost cultivator was sent because of this matter, but after investigating, he was very confused. He had no idea what had happened to his late-stage Moon Jade cultivator.
The Red Talisman must have been activated. Otherwise, Snow Listening Peak would not have disappeared for no reason. Moreover, the location where Snow Listening Peak disappeared did indeed have remnants of the Red Talisman's aura.
Logically speaking, no cultivator should be able to resist the Red Talisman's power, let alone a mid-stage Moon Jade cultivator.
Then what was the matter with his companion's disappearance?
He thought of the Snow Race member who had tipped off the Saint Blood Peak. If he wanted to find out what had happened, he would have to find that Snow Race member and ask him personally.
After making up his mind, the ghost cultivator prepared to leave this place first. However, as he turned around, he suddenly froze on the spot as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the sky not far away, a figure stood in mid-air, looking indifferently in his direction.
The ghost cultivator was shocked. He had not even noticed the other party's movements before! There was only one possibility in this situation, and that was that the other party was even better than him in terms of stealth.
Upon closer inspection, the figure was in his twenties. He had a long saber at his waist and was dressed in a tight black and white robe. His cultivation was at the mid-stage Moon Jade cultivator. The ghost cultivator immediately knew the identity of this person.
It was obviously the newcomer that the Snow Race had mentioned!
While the ghost cultivator's thoughts were changing, Lu Ye just quietly stared in the direction where he was hibernating. This ghost cultivator was quite accomplished in terms of stealth. Even if Lu Ye activated the Insight Spirit Tattoo, he could only see some blurry traces and could not see through his true body.
When he left Snow Listening Peak with the Xiang sisters for Black Prison Cliff, Lu Ye knew that the Saint Blood Peak would definitely send someone to investigate the situation here.
Therefore, he left a Talent Tree Clone here to monitor the surroundings.
This ghost cultivator had arrived silently. If it were not for the fact that he had leaked a trace of spiritual power when he was investigating the Snow Listening Peak, the Talent Tree Clone might not have been able to detect him.
As he observed, he found that the ghost cultivator did not move at all. He seemed to naively think that it was just a coincidence that Lu Ye was looking in this direction and did not find any trace of him.
Lu Ye stepped forward. The blood mist around him swept forward with a loud rumble.
In an instant, a sea of blood stretched across, enveloping the surrounding space.
Almost at the same time that Lu Ye moved, the ghost cultivator was ready to use an escape technique to leave this place. However, the suppression of the terrifying Saint nature caused his spiritual power to suddenly stagnate. When he came back to his senses, he was already enveloped by the sea of blood.
"Ah!" He screamed, his eyes filled with fear, and his eyes trembled violently.
Although he had long heard from the Snow Race of the Snow Listening Peak that the newcomer's Saint nature was abnormally strong, that was only hearsay after all. Now that he had personally experienced it, he realized that the intensity of the Saint nature was far beyond his understanding.
Under the suppression of the other party's Saint nature, he felt like a rabbit that had encountered a tiger. He could only tremble. His hands and feet were a little weak, and he could not summon the courage to resist at all.
In the thick sea of blood, a figure slowly approached him.
The ghost cultivator bit the tip of his tongue. Only then did he summon up all his strength. The short blade in his hand fiercely stabbed forward. Under the release of his spiritual power, the sea of blood was split open.
However, this desperate attack did not have any effect. Lu Ye's long saber slashed down. Not only did it block his short blade, but it even cut off his arms.
The ghost cultivator staggered back, enduring the pain. His forehead was sweating. Looking at the figure that was slowly approaching him, he knew that he was probably doomed this time!
After a short while, the sea of blood dissipated. Lu Ye carried the ghost cultivator who had completely lost the ability to resist and flew toward Black Prison Cliff.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. In the cave, Lu Ye opened his eyes.
After half a month of hard work, he had finally condensed a drop of precious blood. It was really not easy.
He directly got up and walked to the side.
Soon, he came to a room. In this room, two figures were sitting upright. One was the ghost cultivator that he had captured alive before.
The other's severed arms had been reattached. Lu Ye had no intention of imprisoning him. Only the Talent Tree Clone was guarding here.
The ghost cultivator probably knew that he could not escape, so he had been very quiet during this period. However, he could not figure out what Lu Ye was trying to do. In the end, he still felt uneasy.
He had asked the Talent Tree Clone many times, but the clone did not give him any response at all.
Seeing Lu Ye's original body walk in, the ghost cultivator looked at the clone and then looked at the original body. Only then did he ask, "What do you want to do?"
Killing but not killing, releasing but not letting go, was really torturous.
"I'll give you an opportunity. Do you want it?" Lu Ye looked at him and asked.
The ghost cultivator frowned. "What do you mean?"
Lu Ye flicked his finger, and the fresh precious blood flew toward the ghost cultivator. "Refine it and you'll know."
The ghost cultivator suspiciously looked at the precious blood floating in front of him. He instinctively felt that this thing was not something good. However, the powerful Saint nature contained in this drop of precious blood made him very tempted.
"What is this?" the ghost cultivator asked.
"Refine it. You have no other choice!" Lu Ye's voice was as calm as water.
Hearing this, the ghost cultivator was immediately discouraged. Now that he was on the chopping block, he really had no other choice. He faintly guessed that this was probably a method used by the other party to control him, so refining it should not be too risky. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would not have brought him back.
He looked deeply at Lu Ye, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the precious blood in his hand.
In the next moment, he felt that this drop of precious blood seemed to have become a living thing and seeped into his flesh and blood.
A miserable scream rang out …
Lu Ye retreated to the side and waited quietly.
After more than half a day, when the golden light dissipated, the ghost cultivator was lying on the ground covered in sweat. His body twitched slightly. He looked miserable, but he was still alive.
Lu Ye was more and more certain that his previous guess about the precious blood was correct. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the Blood Tribe members who refined his precious blood were all alive.
(End of Chapter)
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