Chapter 1748: Ancient Saint's Blood

“Screw you!”

Driven to a frenzy by the chaotic attacks of their own weapons, many Spirit Tribe members were beside themselves with anger, tears streaming down their faces.

“We never gave you these weapons! This isn't ‘taking back’—this is outright robbery, you understand? A fair duel means fighting with True Qi... What kind of fighting is this? What’s fair about this?! We’d rather you just unleash your spirit beasts and let them bite us to death; at least we wouldn’t suffer such humiliation.”

“You… you’re asking for death!”

Seeing the Spirit Tribe members fall one by one under Zhang Xuan’s control—with less than half of the thirty-plus members remaining in the blink of an eye—the Ancient Saint known as Old Ghost Yu was thoroughly enraged. The original purpose of the challenge was to secure a spot in the Grand Accomplishment Hall, but now that everyone was dead, what good was a spot? What was the point?

Boom!

A colossal palm suddenly appeared, instantly sealing the space in front of the Grand Accomplishment Hall. A force that seemed capable of crushing eons threatened to flatten Zhang Xuan into a paste.

“So powerful!”

Zhang Xuan’s True Qi surged rapidly within him as he tried to escape, but he found himself completely immobilized, as if bound. Ancient Saints were the strongest in the world; with a single move, even the most formidable space would be shattered. His current strength was simply no match for it.

Whoosh!

Just as he was about to collapse, on the verge of being crushed and exploding at any moment, a sword gleam suddenly appeared. As if perfectly timed, or perhaps having pinpointed Old Ghost Yu’s exact location, the sword gleam did not confront the palm in the air or alleviate the pressure on Zhang Xuan. Instead, it pierced directly towards a specific point in the void.

A sharp thwack!

The sound of sword energy penetrating flesh rang out, followed by blood splattering in the void.

“You…”

Old Ghost Yu’s grating voice rang out, and the palm print in the sky trembled before vanishing.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Space rippled, and Old Ghost Yu, hidden in the void, knowing that staying any longer would be inescapable doom, vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Haha, exhilarating!”

The Zhang clan ancestor’s hearty laughter rang out. Once a cultivation reached the Ancient Saint level, killing them became incredibly difficult. The two had been battling for countless years, always evenly matched. Now, a direct stab, though not fatal, would likely force him into a period of recovery, preventing him from causing further trouble. This was all possible because his junior had thrown the opponent’s mind into disarray.

He looked up at the field and saw that the thirty-plus Spirit Tribe members, previously feared by all, now lay on the ground as corpses, not a single one remaining. A large collection of weapons had all landed in Zhang Xuan’s hands, joyfully clattering as if vying for his favor.

“To possess such ability and wisdom at such a young age, excellent…”

With a word of praise, a force slowly gathered towards the spot in the void where the blood had spilled. The few drops of blood scattered on the ground were swept up by this force, collected, and placed into a jade bottle.

“You’ve killed so many Spirit Tribe members and given me the opportunity to gravely wound Old Ghost Yu; your contributions are immense! As your elder, I cannot overlook this… Take these five drops of Ancient Saint blood!”

“Thank you, Senior!”

Zhang Xuan received the flying jade bottle with a respectful expression. Although he didn’t know the exact use of Ancient Saint blood, the fact that it could excite so many Spirit Tribe members to disregard their lives meant it was certainly invaluable.

“Spirit Tribe Ancient Saint blood carries a strong aura of slaughter, so it won’t be of much use for your cultivation… Besides, those were merely your spoils of war, not my reward. As an elder, I can’t be too stingy! This jade bottle also contains five drops of blood—my blood. Take it now, use it well, and strive to reach a higher realm soon, leading the Zhang clan further!”

Whoosh!

As the voice faded, another jade bottle appeared before him. Even before it reached him, Zhang Xuan felt his blood boil incessantly, as if it were about to ignite. Although his Zhang clan bloodline had already been stripped, the blood in the jade bottle was from a human Ancient Saint, which would undoubtedly be more useful to him than Spirit Tribe Ancient Saint blood.

“Xuan’er, quickly thank the ancestor!” Xing Jiansheng excitedly transmitted the message.

“Thank you, Ancestor…” Zhang Xuan bowed.

“No need to be polite! This is what you deserve!”

With that, the voice vanished, and the Ancient Saint’s aura disappeared as if it had never been there. Knowing that this ancestor must have hidden himself again, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. With the opening of the Confucius Temple, more than one Ancient Saint had arrived. For them, there were also opportunities, so it was naturally better to remain as concealed as possible. Otherwise, if discovered and jointly besieged, they wouldn’t even know how they died.

“What exactly is Ancient Saint blood used for?” Full of doubt, Zhang Xuan looked at his father, Xing Jiansheng, and transmitted his question.

“Every drop of Ancient Saint blood contains immense energy, and within it is the Ancient Saint’s understanding of cultivation. If refined, a single drop is enough to allow someone to progress rapidly! It can elevate one’s cultivation to an incredible realm!” Xing Jiansheng explained, his eyes gleaming.

“Refine?”

“Indeed. If an ordinary cultivator had the chance to come into contact with Ancient Saint blood and could refine it without their body exploding… they could directly advance from the Martial Artist realm to the Grand Saint level!” Xing Jiansheng said.

“This…” Zhang Xuan’s pupils constricted. He had spent countless efforts, energy, and untold resources to advance from Martial Artist to Grand Saint… and a single drop of blood could achieve this? That was terrifying! Of course, he knew his father was speaking figuratively. An ordinary person, even if they could withstand the power of Ancient Saint blood (which they couldn’t), such a breakthrough would result in unstable True Qi and limited combat ability.

“However, merely the power and understanding of cultivation aren’t enough to make countless people desire it… The most important thing is… this drop of blood contains the Ancient Saint’s power of regeneration from a single drop. In the future, should you encounter danger, as long as your soul isn’t instantly scattered, one drop can completely restore you. Even if your head is severed, it can be reattached, preventing death…” Xing Jiansheng said.

“This…” Zhang Xuan’s body stiffened. The shock in his heart was beyond words. Although his current strength was formidable, if someone were to sever his head, death would be his only outcome… But with this blood, one drop equaled one life… No wonder it could drive countless Spirit Tribe members to a frenzy; it was more than precious, it was truly priceless!

After the initial shock, Zhang Xuan pulled out the stopper and flicked his finger. “Father, Mother, I don’t need all five drops. You each take one…”

Two drops of blood, exuding intense power, flew towards the two people in front of him. For him, five drops of blood were truly more than he could use. Since that was the case, he might as well give them to his parents so they would also have the means to protect themselves. The Confucius Temple held unpredictable dangers, and with this item, he could feel at ease.

“This…” They hadn’t expected their son to give them something so precious without the slightest hesitation. Xing Jiansheng and Meng Jiansheng exchanged a look and simultaneously clenched their fists.

With a son like this, what more could a man ask for!