491 The Blood Sea’s Wraiths
“I’ll leave these books and treasures with your Nine Dragons Sect for now,” said Kong Binghuang. “Lots of people are going to Qingzhou now. Their fighting skills vary, and if left unchecked, they could cause problems. Some of the talismans and items can be used to increase power, and they all carry our Wuji Mountain mark. It’s a good way to scare off and defeat weaker opponents. It’s a win-win.”
Kong Binghuang was generous, but he also seemed sad. He never thought Wuji Mountain would face such danger. “We’ve also been working overnight to dig a tunnel as an escape route from the sect. Even if we can’t beat them with the sect’s main array, we can still run away.”
“If you’re in any danger, please let me know, Mountain Chief!” Qin Huai promised. Kong Binghuang had given a huge favor to Lingjiang and the Nine Dragons Sect. If he could, he would do everything possible to protect the Nine Dragons Sect’s traditions.
“But… what are you planning to do next?” Kong Binghuang asked.
“I tried to destroy the blood pillar, but I couldn’t,” answered Qin Huai. “The blood pillar is like a river. It can’t be completely cut off or destroyed, and it would heal quickly. The piles of bodies and pools of blood on the ground are too vast to destroy…”
As Qin Huai’s voice faded away, everyone turned their attention to Qingzhou City. The base of the blood pillar started to disintegrate, as if it had been burned out. It was rising towards the sky.
The color of the blood sea deepened. In the vast sea of blood, Qin Huai thought he could see a figure struggling within. Thousands of angry souls reached out to the ground, as if shouting in anger. Then, they were pulled back into the blood sea by red vines.
The last blood pillar vanished, leaving only the churning sea of blood in the sky.
Crash…
Suddenly, it began raining blood, and a strange aura slowly filled the air. Qin Huai stretched out his hand and a blood raindrop landed on his palm. He felt an uneasy feeling, as if his blood was boiling.
“Ah!” Suddenly, there was a scream from the crowd. One person’s body began to swell up, with blood-colored flesh bulging out. They grew six fingers and became fat. Then…
Bang!
With a loud noise, the mutated person exploded into a pile of bloody flesh, splattering on the ground and the people nearby.
“Has the blood heart technique been activated?” Qin Huai muttered. “No, the effect of that technique has been boosted by the blood rain…”
He was all too familiar with this sight. Looking at the blood sea in the sky, Qin Huai pondered. What was the Sacred Heart Sect’s master trying to achieve?
“I’ll try to fly above the blood sea to see if I can find a way to destroy it,” Qin Huai said, turning to Kong Binghuang with a complex look in his eyes.
Kong Binghuang’s forehead creased slightly. “This idea makes sense, but the blood sea is incredibly high, at least ten thousand meters. Even experts who have mastered the powers of bird demons can’t fly that high. The physical demands are enormous, not to mention the specific requirements for the bloodline of the bird demons. As far as I know, we don’t have the manpower for this.”
“Don’t worry about this, Mountain Chief. I can find a way,” Qin Huai reassured, keeping them in suspense. He wasn’t trying to be secretive. He was just cautious about possible enemies within this alliance.
His plan was to use the fragments from the ancient demon Kun Peng bloodline he obtained from slain Tang family members to create a spirit item. Then, his physical abilities would allow him to investigate the blood sea.
Since the pillars of blood had already been severed, the mass of bodies and blood on the ground should have melted away. This made his task simpler — he only needed to examine the blood sea.
“I’ll head back to Wuji Mountain first. I’ll try to uncover the connection between the Sacred Heart Sect and the demons,” Kong Binghuang suggested. “Perhaps causing internal conflict and making them fight each other might be a solution.”
“Then I’ll have to trouble you, Mountain Chief!” Qin Huai respectfully replied. Both knew that they were in precarious positions, like dancing on the edge of a knife. One false move could lead to disaster.
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Meanwhile, a report came in from the Ghost Ox Sect.
A man in a blood-red robe, more than five meters tall, with a shocking skeleton but little flesh, stood. He wore a long robe that barely concealed his protruding bones. His long hair hung loosely, creating a terrifying image.
“Are the people of Qingzhou City moving to the ten counties of East Qingzhou… Don’t tell me we don’t have any people there? I recall that Lu Zifu is responsible for that area. He told me half a month ago that the ten counties were under his control,” the tall man said, addressing the blue-robed man kneeling behind him.
He added, “Let’s see if we can break the ghost piercing mirror of the Ghost Ox Sect and send our men in. Contact Lu Zifu to find out what’s going on.”
“It’s just a barren land with only a few five full patterns. Lu Zifu can’t die there, right? Why don’t you leave the matter of the ghost piercing mirror to us?” A figure suddenly appeared in the sky, flying across and stopping in mid-air, at eye level with the man in the blood-red robe.
The blood-robed man disdainfully threw the mirror in his hand. “Hmph, since you want my favor, I’ll grant your wish!”
“Hey, what if those brats from the so-called Qingzhou Alliance attack us?” the demon asked.
“Attack us? That’s a good thing!” The blood-robed man laughed sinisterly but didn’t give a straight answer.