Daoist Competition-Chapter 164 - 51 Assisting Han Ji Mystic Blood Demon Pill_2

He retrieved a robe from the sleeve bag of the deceased Blood Essence Sect disciple. First, he made a slight noise, then formed a spell with his fingers. Using the sword ball, he lifted the robe into the air, letting it drift faintly for a few moments.

Sure enough, the commotion instantly drew the attention of those below. One of them exclaimed in alarm, "Not good, the Blood Essence Sect people have caught up to us."

The middle-aged cultivator turned his head to look, and his expression immediately changed drastically. Previously, he had been relentlessly pursued by the Blood Essence Sect disciples, and had long become as jumpy as a startled bird. At this moment, he could no longer concern himself with killing Han Ji, and hurriedly said, "Run!" With a stomp of his foot, he led the other two in a frantic retreat.

Watching their panicked figures disappear, Zhang Yan smiled faintly, revealed himself, and walked casually toward Han Ji. He said, "Are you unharmed?"

Han Ji lay on the ground, still panting heavily. When he looked up and saw Zhang Yan approaching, he froze in astonishment and exclaimed, "Brother Zhang? Just now, that was..."

Immediately, as if realizing something, he struggled to stand, raised both hands, and performed a deep bow, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for saving my life."

Zhang Yan accepted his gesture with calm composure and replied, "Oh? You know me?"

Han Ji looked at him, his expression somewhat emotional, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang embarrassed Zhuang Bufan last time—this is well-known among us noble family disciples. That day, you also accompanied us to Shouming Palace. How could I not recognize you? I only regret that I was restrained by a few house slaves that day and couldn’t introduce myself to Senior Brother."

Zhang Yan glanced at him and saw a hint of admiration in his eyes. Shaking his head slightly, he pointed toward a cave not far away and said, "This place is too open and conspicuous. Why not accompany me inside, Brother Han? I have a few matters I would like to consult Brother Han about."

Han Ji hurriedly stepped back, cupped his hands, and said, "I wouldn’t dare. If Senior Brother has any questions, I will speak without reservation."

Zhang Yan nodded, taking the lead toward the cave. Only after Zhang Yan had walked ahead by one body length did Han Ji follow behind.

Once inside the cave, the two found places to sit. Zhang Yan casually tossed him a Qi Refilling Pill and asked, "When Brother Han entered this Demon Cave, did you happen to see Brother Xie Zongyuan or the others?"

Hearing Zhang Yan’s question, Han Ji put the pill down, straightened his posture, and finally responded, "I did. At that time, a few Blood Essence Sect disciples were here. After a battle where we repelled them, we went our separate ways."

"I heard that during your confrontation, your opponent had a blood specter that was quite formidable. Brother Han, as a scion of a noble family, do you happen to know what realm this individual might belong to?"

Han Ji thought carefully and replied, "That blood specter, aside from being elusive in movement, had a face nearly indistinguishable from a real person. It must undoubtedly belong to a Hua Dan Cultivator."

At this moment, he revealed a look of relief, saying, "Thankfully, Senior Brother Fang Zhen had the Five Fire Divine Weapon Circle at hand, which heavily injured this blood specter. Otherwise, if there had been a few more blood specters like it, we would have had no choice but to await death."

Zhang Yan was surprised upon hearing this and said, "The blood specters of a Hua Dan Cultivator—are they so easily wounded?"

Han Ji explained, "Senior Brother Zhang need not be surprised. A Hua Dan Cultivator can have over a hundred blood specters, but their strength varies. The stronger blood specters are rarely unleashed and can roam within a thousand miles. The ones we encountered were likely scouting or monitoring disciples."

Zhang Yan pondered for a moment, then sighed, "If that’s the case, it seems I cannot cultivate here for much longer. Ten days ago, I overheard some Blood Essence Sect disciples discussing among themselves. They mentioned that this individual would arrive in just over half a month. When the Sea Eye Gate opens on the fifteenth day, I plan to carve a bloody path out and leave as soon as possible—to avoid perishing here. However, doing so means it might take a year or more for me to advance to the Xuan Guang Realm, and I’ll miss the battle to eliminate the Three Pools."

Han Ji, upon hearing this, said nothing and merely lowered his head as if deliberating over something.

After a long while, he raised his head and said slowly, "Brother Zhang saved my life earlier. I, Han, have no way to repay such a kindness. If Senior Brother is willing to trust me, I can try to buy you two months of time to assist with your cultivation."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yan looked him up and down and asked curiously, "May I ask how Brother Han intends to accomplish this?"

Han Ji raised his sleeve, took out a porcelain bottle, and handed it over, saying, "I’ve heard that Senior Brother Zhang is a prized student of Dean Zhou. Surely you recognize this item."

Zhang Yan accepted the bottle, uncorked it for inspection, and sniffed it. His gaze sharpened as he hesitantly remarked, "This is... Mystic Blood Pill?"

Han Ji nodded and said, "Indeed. Senior Brother’s eye power is sharp—this is precisely the Mystic Blood Pill refined by the True Master Ru Huang of the Blood Essence Sect in years past."

A hundred years ago, True Master Ru Huang was a notoriously powerful Demon Dao cultivator in the East Splendor Continent. His actions were utterly reckless, slaughtering Xuanmen Sect Practitioners at will to the point of arousing the wrath of both heaven and men. Even his own Blood Essence Sect was forced to expel him from their ranks.

However, he was also a prodigy. At the time, he had refined his blood specters to a state where they merged seamlessly with his divine soul, capable of assembling and dispersing at will. Unless all his blood specters were destroyed simultaneously, he could not be vanquished.

Later, for some unknown reason, he was surrounded by the combined efforts of six True Masters from the East Splendor Continent, who deployed a Great Array to completely annihilate him.

Han Ji pointed to the Mystic Blood Pill and said, "My ancestor participated in that battle back then, and this Mystic Blood Pill was obtained from that demon. For us Xuanmen Sect practitioners, this pill is entirely useless. But for disciples of the Blood Essence Sect, it is an unparalleled elixir. If they see it, they will undoubtedly swallow and refine it. Without several months of time, they wouldn’t be able to complete its refinement. In this way, I can buy at least two months for Senior Brother."

Zhang Yan returned the Mystic Blood Pill to him with a smile and said, "Brother Han, your plan is indeed clever. But how do you intend to deliver this pill into that person’s hands? Even if you were to offer it willingly, aren’t you afraid other Blood Essence Sect disciples might make off with it instead?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Han Ji’s expression darkened somewhat as he said, "I was injured in the womb, born with congenital deficiencies. In this lifetime, advancing in refining mysterious skills is already hopeless. However, if I were to defect to the Demon Sect, there might be a slim chance of achieving the Dao."

He paused and looked at Zhang Yan, continuing, "And this Mystic Blood Pill... would serve as my gift of entry."

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