Chapter 1460: All Things Can Be Hammered

His heart was deeply shaken.

Could it be that the saint's blood reacts to merit?

Thinking carefully, if he were an ancient demon saint, he would certainly hope that virtuous demons would become sages among future generations.

Only such demon sages could lead the demon race to glory.

If it fell into the hands of someone with ill intentions, like Venerable Black Dragon, it would be a disaster for the entire demon race.

Therefore, those with great merit would find it easier to gain the favor of the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood here.

This was also why Venerable Golden Scale had said it was all a matter of luck.

Some obtained it, others didn't.

The real difference lay in the amount of merit.

However, demons didn't cultivate merit, so they had never comprehended this mystery.

Jiang Fan's eyes gleamed.

He had unintentionally discovered the secret of the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood.

Looking at the small blood snake circling around the little qilin, Jiang Fan tried taking out a jade box for it to enter.

But the small blood snake immediately shrank back into the void and disappeared.

It reappeared after a while, cautiously circling the little qilin.

As soon as Jiang Fan approached, it fled again.

After several attempts, a vein throbbed on Jiang Fan's forehead.

Even a clay figure has a temper!

When the small blood snake approached the little qilin again, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed.

The hand hidden behind his back suddenly shot out, gripping the black divine wood and bringing it down hard.

Caught off guard, the small blood snake immediately tried to escape.

But it was still struck on the tail.

With just a touch, the small blood snake suffered an unparalleled soul-level attack.

It writhed in pain on the spot.

Jiang Fan seized the opportunity, pounced, and sealed it inside a jade box, then decisively applied various sealing talismans.

The small blood snake realized its predicament and tried to burst out, but it was blocked by the sealing power and couldn't escape.

Jiang Fan was overjoyed. Tapping the jade box, he spoke triumphantly:

"You stubborn thing, you wouldn't take the easy way, so you had to learn the hard way!"

"Feeling comfortable now?"

He looked at the divine wood in his hand, liking it more and more. It was truly a good item!

It could even knock out a saint's blood!

Remembering this, he pulled the little qilin from his embrace and tossed it a few spiritual pills.

The little qilin immediately joyfully hugged the pills, wiggling its backside, and began gnawing on them on the ground.

Jiang Fan then took out the stone he had gotten from the ugly woman and touched it to his forehead.

He immediately entered an invisible state.

Soon after, another small blood snake, also finger-long but twice as thick, was attracted by the little qilin.

As it drew near.

A heavy blow descended from above.

The small blood snake's eyes rolled back, and it fainted on the spot.

Then a jade box quietly collected it.

A moment later, another small blood snake of similar size emerged.

As expected, it was also clubbed.

This process repeated.

The little qilin acted as bait, attracting more and more.

Outside.

The reinforcements from various states had gradually dispersed, with only those from Taicang Great State still waiting.

Venerable Golden Scale occasionally looked towards the tightly closed independent space, and at other times chatted with Liu Li beside him.

He inquired about her experiences over the years.

"What? What's your Daoist title?"

"Demon Empress of Fertility?"

Venerable Golden Scale's nose twisted in anger:

"You're a young, unmarried girl, and they gave you a name like that?"

"Who the hell came up with that..."

Mid-curse, he suddenly realized it was chosen by an ancient saint and quickly corrected himself:

"Ahem, ahem, this name is good."

"Very good!"

Liu Li's face flushed crimson. She said awkwardly, "Mine's still alright."

"Ling Shu is even called the Demon Empress of Tea Ceremony."

Ling Shu's small face turned red as she argued:

"I don't know tea ceremony at all."

"I just wanted what was best for big brother."

Venerable Golden Scale pondered. Both girls' names had a hint of mischief.

Coincidentally, they were both close to Jiang Fan.

Could it be that the ancient saint was deliberately targeting Jiang Fan?

Jiang Fan carried a great karmic burden.

If he could survive this ancient giant catastrophe, then perhaps he could arrange a match between his daughter and Jiang Fan.

At this moment.

A demon venerable, his brow furrowed, looked towards the independent space.

He was none other than Myriad Jun Demon Monarch, who had once represented the Myriad Demon Great State and observed the footage of Jiang Fan's journey to the Heavenly Realm.

"Venerable, this kid Jiang Fan has been in there for so long, he's not playing any tricks, is he?"

He had personally witnessed Jiang Fan's performance on the Heavenly Mountain battlefield.

He knew just how cunning Jiang Fan was.

With Jiang Fan not coming out for so long, he suddenly felt a bit concerned for the safety of the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood.

Venerable Golden Scale also felt that Jiang Fan had been inside for a bit too long, but recalling how difficult the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood was to catch, he said:

"Let's wait a bit longer."

"He's probably unwilling to return empty-handed and is still trying to figure something out."

He already envisioned Jiang Fan frustratedly and clumsily chasing after it.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

Inside the independent space.

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

"Phew!"

Jiang Fan swung the divine wood, landing three heavy blows on a gigantic saint's blood, as thick as an arm and three feet long, finally knocking it out.

At this point, he had secured all twenty-odd strands of Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood.

He let out a long breath, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face.

With so much Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood, it was enough to elevate the bloodlines of Immortal Yun Chang and others to an unprecedented level.

After carefully putting away the thickest strand of Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood, Jiang Fan ruffled his disheveled hair and tugged at his clothes.

Only then did he leave the independent space.

"Big brother, how did it go?"

Ling Shu's graceful green figure rushed over, her eyes full of concern.

Jiang Fan shook his head and sighed, "The Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood is not something a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like me can covet."

Venerable Golden Scale looked at Jiang Fan's disheveled appearance and couldn't help but chuckle, "Young man, don't be sad."

"I promised that if you didn't get the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Blood, I could give you something else."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Jiang Fan's eyes lit up. He said, "Senior, I have a demon friend in the Core Formation realm who hasn't yet broken through to the Nascent Soul realm."

"I would like to request a bottle of Heavenly Demon Dew for him."

Such a simple request?

Moreover, it was for their demon race.

Venerable Golden Scale didn't hesitate, taking out ten portions of Heavenly Demon Dew. "Take them," he said.

"Ask for something else."

"If people find out that the top reward was only a few bottles of Heavenly Demon Dew, my Spirit Snake Mountain will lose face."

Jiang Fan certainly wouldn't stand on ceremony.

After receiving the Heavenly Demon Dew, he said with burning eyes, "Junior wishes to request some True Spirit Blood."

"Not much, just a few drops would suffice."

True Spirit Blood?

Venerable Golden Scale looked troubled. Even for a venerable in the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, True Spirit Blood was extremely precious.

Using even a little would increase the difficulty of achieving atavism by a degree.

However, he considered that if Jiang Fan hadn't driven out the hellish creatures this time, the Myriad Demon Great State would have already been destroyed.

He no longer hesitated, took out a sharp tooth-blade, and cut his own wrist.

A shallow cut appeared, and faint crimson blood slowly seeped out.

Upon seeing this, Liu Li became quite displeased:

"Giving so little, how am I supposed to hold my head high in front of Ling Shu?"

She snatched the tooth-blade, cut forcefully, and made a large gash.

Blood immediately gushed out.

Venerable Golden Scale panicked, "Hey, hey, hey, that's your father's True Spirit Blood!"

Liu Li rolled her eyes at him, took out a jade bottle, and filled it.

Then, with a wide smile, she handed it to Jiang Fan. "Here, no need to thank me."

Jiang Fan rubbed his nose.

This little 'cotton jacket' not only offered no warmth but seemed intent on stabbing her old father's heart.

However, he certainly wouldn't be polite and accepted it with a smile.

With so much True Spirit Blood, after cultivating the *Brahma Saint True Spirit Art*, the surplus could be used to forge the Black Dragon Battle Armor.

This battle armor could withstand the aftershocks of a Venerable's battle!

Its astonishing defensive power was evident!