Chapter 1099: Pass Level Rewards

Jian Lanjiang’s mouth twitched.

“Old man, that’s just low. You’re chasing away all the other Jian family women just to keep your precious granddaughter here and monopolize the benefits? Fine, if you’re setting the example, don’t blame me for being selfish.” He quickly called out, “Linyu, you come in with me too. Everyone else, disperse!”

Wait a minute! The many Jian family women finally realized what was happening. Why would the Patriarch and clan elders push their own female relatives into a fire pit? Unless… there was a huge benefit inside? They each contacted their elders. As the news spread, more and more shrewd elders, one craftier than the last, rushed over, sensing an opportunity.

“What? Eight consecutive wins?”“Jian Lanjiang, you and Suichen, you shameless old geezers! Dismissing other families’ female relatives while keeping your own granddaughters? How could you even do that?!”“Fine, if you’re shameless, I’ll be shameless too! Where’s my granddaughter? Come over here now!”“Ahem, Senior Fulin, you only have one grandson, where would you get a granddaughter?”“Can’t a grandson do? Can’t there be love between men?”

As Jiang Fan’s winning streak continued to break records, more and more female relatives of the Jian family arrived after hearing the news. Originally, it was a pure and clear scene, full of young, beautiful women. Now, not only were there unsightly ones, but even middle-aged women were present. In their words, “Even if you hit a wall ten thousand times, you’re bound to bump into someone blind eventually.”

“Ten consecutive wins!” Cheers erupted in the hall! Jian Lanjiang and many clan elders stared, their eyes wide with disbelief. The battle had lasted for two days. Jiang Fan finally achieved ten consecutive victories. And that ancient inscription, long erased and forgotten, echoed like thunder in everyone’s ears:

“He who wins ten battles is destined for the Divine Transformation realm!”

The implication was clear: if everything went smoothly for Jiang Fan, he would definitely enter the Divine Transformation realm in the future. Perhaps in ten years, perhaps in three, or even this year. But he would certainly become a Venerable! Their eyes turned red. If they could align themselves with him, their lineage would undoubtedly usher in unprecedented glory!

Inside the stone tablet, Jiang Fan fell to his knees with a thud. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was utterly exhausted, having reached its limit. Although he received replenishment after each victory, only his physical body and Nascent Soul power recovered. His mental fatigue had not been alleviated. Even an iron man couldn't endure ten continuous high-intensity life-or-death battles. Fortunately, the rewards were astonishing.

The foundation of his three-aperture Nascent Soul was as stable as it could be. He had a feeling that his sturdy Nascent Soul could open another aperture with just a gentle push. He decisively took out a bottle of Mixed Origin Nine-Colored Marrow and drank it. Without any hindrance, the fourth aperture successfully opened! With four apertures, he had entered the ranks of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. A realm once distant and unattainable, he had now successfully stepped into it.

“That was really tough!” Feeling his Nascent Soul power had doubled, Jiang Fan exhaled a murky breath towards the sky, utterly exhausted.

Just then, a shadowy figure condensed in front of him, and Jiang Fan quickly waved his hand, saying, “No more fighting.” He truly couldn't take any more. Surprisingly, the shadowy figure did not attack; instead, it quietly watched Jiang Fan and said:

“Congratulations, you have successfully completed ten consecutive victories.”

Jiang Fan looked over, puzzled. The shadowy figure in front of him was indeed different from previous ones. It had its hands clasped behind its back, and its eyes were no longer blood-red with hostility, but a deep blue. He cautiously asked, “You can speak to me?” To Jiang Fan’s alarm, the shadowy figure nodded: “I am the master of the Tablet of Slaughter. I am a wisp of residual soul left within the tablet.”

Jiang Fan secretly felt a chill. Passing the ten consecutive victories challenge in the Tablet of Slaughter actually activated the original master's residual soul! He didn't know if this entity was good or evil. “Senior, what guidance do you offer?”

The shadowy figure chuckled softly: “Don't be nervous. I remained here to bestow an opportunity upon anyone who achieves ten consecutive victories.” Jiang Fan remained wary. The Slaughter Arts this person left in the tablet had many issues. Now that an opportunity was being offered, it was best for him to be cautious. “Senior, what kind of opportunity is it?”

With its hands behind its back, the shadowy figure scrutinized Jiang Fan and said, “I offer you two choices. First, take me as your master, and I guarantee you'll reach the Divine Transformation realm within three years.”

Jiang Fan's heart was stirred by waves of shock. What was this person's identity? To actually guarantee someone could reach Divine Transformation in three years? There were so many Nine-Aperture Nascent Souls in Taicang Province, but which Venerable dared to claim they could help them reach Divine Transformation?

“Second, I will give you a core of Slaughter, which you can continuously cultivate and comprehend, and it may help you achieve Divine Transformation through slaughter.” Jiang Fan's heart trembled once more. A core? Was it similar to the Fire Core within him? His heart burned with excitement. But he quickly calmed down and pondered, “Senior, do I not have to pay any price?” He had already gained so many Slaughter Arts for free. And now, after all that, he was being given a core or offered discipleship for free. Was there really such a good thing in the world?

The shadowy figure gave a hoarse chuckle: “What could I possibly want from you? Make your choice between the two.”

Jiang Fan thought for a moment and said, “Junior chooses the second option.” The shadowy figure nodded slightly and brought out its hand from behind its back. A thumb-sized, blood-red spherical bead appeared in its palm. “Combined with the Slaughter Arts you've comprehended, this Slaughter Core will continuously grow. Ultimately, it will guide you to Divine Transformation.” With that, it flicked its finger, and the bead flew into Jiang Fan's palm.

Jiang Fan received it with both hands and said, “Thank you, Senior. Junior will certainly diligently cultivate the Slaughter Arts.” He then sealed the Slaughter Core securely in a container. He mused to himself, "Even at the very end, he didn't forget to tell me to cultivate the Slaughter Arts. You rotten old man, you're truly devious! I'd be a fool to trust you! However, the Slaughter Core shouldn't go to waste."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he secretly thought: "Can I cultivate it first, and then use the Star Reversal technique to transfer it to a Yin Corpse? This way, I can gain all the benefits and avoid falling into a trap? If the cultivation method truly has problems in the future, at worst, I can just sacrifice the Yin Corpse." Thinking this, a smile appeared in his eyes and on his face, and he cupped his hands, saying, “Thank you for your generous gift, Senior. Junior will take his leave!” With a thought, he vanished from the space.

The shadowy figure stood still, its deep blue eyes narrowing slightly. “He is indeed a cautious one. But who can resist the temptation of Divine Transformation? And who can discern the trap hidden within the Slaughter Arts? Heh heh, I look forward to your Divine Transformation through slaughter. Then, you'll have a surprise.”

Outside, Jiang Fan stumbled out. Before he could even steady himself, an old, powerful hand gripped his arm. “Young Friend Jiang.”

Jiang Fan turned his head and cupped his hands, saying, “Patriarch Jian, what’s this about?” He glanced at the old hand tightly clutching his arm. He looked utterly bewildered.

Jian Lanjiang pulled Jian Linyu closer and said with a smile: “Young Friend Jiang, did you not previously use your kasaya to ensnare my granddaughter?”

Jiang Fan was confused. Why was he suddenly bringing up old matters? And why were there so many people around? He nodded, “That's true, but I had no ill intentions…”

Jian Lanjiang waved his hand, cutting him off before he could finish: “That's all that matters then. My Jian family has an ancient rule established by our ancestors: any man who ensnares a girl from my Jian family must marry her. Young Friend Jiang, Linyu is now yours.”

Hold on! Are you sure that’s an old rule, and not one you just made up?