Chapter 1098: Launch An Attack

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Zhang Ruochen was severely wounded and needed at least two days to recover with the help of the Withered Pill.

Zhang Ruochen decided to meditate in seclusion in the following days to improve his cultivation.

I’ve cracked the 36 apertures in my chest. After I finish refining the divine blood, or the Divine Dew of White Tiger, I will sanctify my apertures. Once I’ve sanctified all my 36 apertures, my body will become stronger.

Either refining divine blood or the Divine Dew of White Tiger could exercise his body and sanctify his apertures. But the outcome might be different.

There were strong divine power and blood Qi contained in the divine blood.

Refining divine blood could not only sanctify the apertures, but also absorb the understandings of deities to improve his own cultivation.

Comparatively, the power contained in the Divine Dew of White Tiger was purer than that in the divine blood. Although it could only sanctify apertures and exercise his body, it was much easier for him to absorb.

I have to improve my cultivation as soon as possible. I’d better refine divine blood.

Zhang Ruochen took out a jar of divine blood and placed it before him. White Holy light came out from his hands. He poured the Holy light into the wooden jar.

Zoom–

Almost 1000 drops of divine blood flew out of the wooden jar, giving out extremely strong Qi. They hung over Zhang Ruochen’s head, like sparkling blood stars.

The blood light given out from the divine blood had slices of extremely thin threads, which spread up to connect with other drops of divine blood and covered the space in the area of 300 meters in diameter.

The threads were actually the rules contained by the divine blood.

Because of the very complicated rules, monks could improve their cultivation after refining the divine blood.

Zhang Ruochen used the Sixth Layer Play of the Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture to open all his 100,000 pores and to breath in and out the power given by the divine blood.

Now Zhang Ruochen was only at the primary stage of the Seventh Level Half-Saint and was full of potential.

Three months had passed in just a blink.

The 36 apertures in Zhang Ruochen’s belly and waist had all been sanctified and connected with the 36 apertures in his arms to become a cycle.

Zoom.

After the blood flowed quickly for a circle, all 72 apertures in his belly, waist, and both his arms gave out white light.

I’ve sanctified 72 apertures out of 144 apertures of the human body. Even if I didn’t use Holy Qi, I could fight ordinary Ninth Level Half-Saints with my bare hands.

Zhang Ruochen’s clothing had already been burned down. His upper body and fit figure of noticeable, but not overly strong, muscles could be seen.

The light given off from his back, chest, belly and both arms connected together to become a strange pattern.

It had cost Zhang Ruochen more than 2000 drops of divine blood to sanctify the 36 apertures in his chest and belly. And his cultivation had been directly improved to the Seventh Level Half-Saint.

Were it not for the gap between the Seventh Level Half-Saint and the Eighth Level, taking in such a huge amount of divine blood could help him reach the Eighth Level Half-Saint.

Now he was confined to the state of Seventh Level Half-Saint and was burning like a furnace. The power inside his body found no outlet and had to jostle around to expand his body to the limit, as if his body was about to explode.

He must take an Eighth Grade Divine Origin Pill to reach the Eighth Level Half-Saint in this case. By cracking his state to resolve the exploding power inside him.

Of course, there was another way, which was to crack the barrier of the state through a fierce fight in order to reach the Eight Level Half-Saint and consume the violent power inside him.

Both ways were to crack his state.

But the former was gentler, the latter was more radical, which needed the constant stimulation and suppression to crack the shackles of his state.

Since I don’t have the Eighth Grade Divine Origin Pill, I have to choose the latter. Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

Fight.

He must fight.

To fight, he must choose a very powerful opponent. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough to push him.

After a cautious thought, he finally decided to choose the Crown Prince from the Qingtian Tribe as his whetstone to the Eighth Level Half-Saint.

After half an hour, Zhang Ruochen walked out of the Universe Spiritual Map with Qingmo. They went to the outer area of the blood-red Gobi.

Other monks stayed in the Scroll World to practice and improve their cultivations.

Qingmo had a pretty face and was about the age of 10. She looked like a little girl who was waiting to blossom.

Fear showed on her white face. She asked with worry, “Lord Zhang, are you really going to find the Immortal Vampires of the Qingtian Tribe by yourself? Isn’t it too dangerous?”

“I wouldn’t go if it were not dangerous.”

Knowing his journey would be risky, Zhang Ruochen appeared to be calm and smiled at ease.

If it was not dangerous, how could he force himself to reach the Eighth Level Half-Saint?

Actually, anything could be risky. It depended on whether the thing was worthy enough for you to take the risk.

Apparently, to reach the Eighth Level Half-Saint, it was worthy regardless of the risk.

For a long time, the Immortal Vampires had hidden in the dark and intensified the conflict between human and savage beasts to collect endless blood of the highest quality.

Why should they take advantage of it?

Zhang Ruochen made up his mind to launch an attack on them. Although he couldn’t touch the Qingtian Tribe on his own, Zhang Ruochen would at least force them to come to the light and stop them from taking advantage.

Qingmo lowered her head and bit her lips. She said, “There are many powerful figures in the Qingtian Tribe. Even an ancient sect wouldn’t dare to attack them. We two are going to die there, aren’t we? It’s too dangerous, let’s return! If the princess knew that I had taken you to the base of Qingtian Tribe, she would definitely kill me.”

Zhang Ruochen was surprised. He stopped and stared at Qingmo.

Qingmo saw Zhang Ruochen’s eyes and looked away immediately. She was a little diffident and said, “Lord Zhang…What…What’s wrong?”

Zhang Ruochen was confused and said, “You are a 40,000-year-old Saint Vine of Qingmo and your cultivation is higher than that of Senior Sister Huang. Although she’s the one who has brought you to the Kunlun’s Field, you shouldn’t be so scared of her. Aren’t you equal?”

It was known that a Saint Vine of Qingmo that had lived for 40,000 years had the cultivation no less than a lower saint.

Even if Qingmo didn’t have contact with people and was timid, she didn’t have to fear a Half-Saint.

Qingmo’s fingers kept stretching her clothes and was extremely nervous. She murmured, “I’m not afraid. I…I just think that she should be worried about us taking the risk.”

“Why should she know it if neither you nor I tell her about it?” Zhang Ruochen laughed.

Qingmo had a sharp intuition to detect the slightest trace. Zhang Ruochen could only find the base of the Immortal Vampires with her help.

Qingmo didn’t let Zhang Ruochen down. In one day, she had found the oasis where the Qingtian Tribe chose to hide themselves.

The formation masters of Qingtian Tribe had arranged a giant Concealing Battle Formation to envelop the whole oasis.

Even Zhang Ruochen could only find the traces left from the arrangement after he approached the oasis.

“Zhang Ruochen, there is an Attack Formation arranged inside the oasis. It’s very dangerous…Let’s go back!” Qingmo was a little afraid of accidents.

Zhang Ruochen asked, “Since you can see through the inscriptions of the Attack Formation, can you crack it?”

Qingmo nodded and then shook her head.

“What do you mean?”

Zhang Ruochen was puzzled, not knowing whether she could crack it or not.

Qingmo nodded at last, and said, “I have a special fire to cook food and to burn the inscriptions of battle formations. I can directly vaporize the inscriptions.”

She paused and added, “In theory I can do it. But I’ve never tried before.”

Zhang Ruochen always regarded Qingmo as less stable than Blackie. He feared that she would go wrong at a critical moment, so he asked, “What fire?”

Qingmo reached out a little white hand and spread open her fingers. A cloud of green fire appeared in her palm.

When the fire appeared, Zhang Ruochen was scared stiff and took a step back.

The temperature wasn’t high. But it still made people feel terrified.

“Wuliang Divine Fire.”

Zhang Ruochen was shocked and looked at the innocent girl before him again.

It was said that the Wuliang Divine Fire could burn saints and melt Thousand-pattern Saint Weapons. It was surely a rare kind of fire.

It was shocking to see that a seemingly weak girl had mastered such terrible fire and taken it into her body.

Adding to Zhang Ruochen’s confusion, she only used the Wuliang Divine Fire to cook.

Since she had the Wuliang Divine Fire, it would be easy for Qingmo to crack the Attack Formation in the oasis.

Actually, Zhang Ruochen could crack it with his spatial power. But once he fell into it, anything could happen to him and he might not have time to cope with it.

Qingmo stayed outside the oasis and could help him at critical moments.

Now in the oasis, all important figures of Qingtian Tribe gathered under an old Gold Tree to discuss important issues.

Prince Qingtian sat at the top. He was tidy and handsome, looking royal and graceful.

Only a truly powerful figure had such a look.

Princess Yanxin, Blood Saint Zuotian, Chang Wan, Gui Wu and other Ninth Level Half-Saints all stood beside Prince Qingtian.

None of them were weak. They were all influential figures in Kunlun’s Field. And yet none of them dared to look at Prince Qingtian.

Prince Qingtian’s strength was so terrible that it was one or two levels above theirs.

Prince Qingtian looked at Gui Wu first, and said, “Gui Wu, have you recovered?”

“Taking in the Saint Blood Pill rewarded by Your Highness, I have fully recovered and improved my state.” Gui Wu was very respectful to Prince Qingtian. He held his fists and bowed to his front.

Then Gui Wu added, “Although I have failed the mission, I’ve found out something about Zhang Ruochen. There are at least four powerful figures at the state of beast kings around him. He must have a powerful force.”

Brilliance came out from Prince Qingtian’s eyes. He said, “Could he be the Crown Prince of the Sacred Central Empire from 800 years ago? Has he collected his old subordinates to his side?”

The Immortal Vampires had deep hatred against the Sacred Central Empire. It was Emperor Ming who had refined the Immortal Vampires on an isolated island for 800 dark years.

Hearing Gui Wu’s words, Prince Qingtian was very concerned.

Princess Yanxin’s fingers touched her long red hair and laughed seductively. “If he were the Crown Prince of the Sacred Central Empire, wouldn’t it be better? I can capture him to suck up his blood, take his Five Elements Chaotic Body and God’s Destiny. Hehe.”

The voice of Princess Yanxin was beautiful and seductive.

Those powerful Immortal Vampires there looked at her beautiful face, curved figure and white skin, hearing such a tempting voice, and were all aroused. Evil fire was lit in their lower bellies.