Grasping the Evil-Chapter 917: Eighth Generation Young Barbarian Si (Part 2)
"Hand over the life force within you to me! This is the punishment for your hostility towards this demon!"
Ning Fan’s tone was extremely domineering. As soon as he landed on the blue stone ancient path, he immediately marched towards the snake-haired elder.
The snake-haired elder felt a trace of unease in his heart, but when he sensed the cultivation aura emanating from Ning Fan, the stone in his heart immediately fell, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a faint sneer.
"You want me to hand over my life force? Humph! Such arrogance! You brat! If I’m not mistaken, before you were suppressed by the Banishing Immortal Force, you should only have the cultivation level of the Mid Stage of Shedding Void, right? A mere Shedding Void junior dares to speak wildly before me, wanting to seize the life force within me. Truly, you don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"According to my rules, your disrespect towards me requires you to apologize with death! I won’t kill you with my own hands; you should just end yourself to avoid disgrace at my hands!"
Having said this, the snake-haired elder stood with hands behind his back, gazing up at the heavens with the extravagant demeanor of a senior expert, completely disregarding Ning Fan, who was closing in step by step.
In the elder’s view, Ning Fan’s bold words warranted granting him the opportunity to end himself, which was already being magnanimous.
If Ning Fan didn’t choose to end himself obediently, heh, he wouldn’t mind personally destroying this ’Shedding Void junior’.
Ning Fan ignored the snake-haired elder and continued his approach.
Seeing Ning Fan refuse to end himself, the elder impatiently opened his eyes and let out a cold snort.
"Stubborn fool! Since you refuse to end yourself, I’ll personally send you on your way! Experience the terror of a Master at the Shattered Thought Realm! Dao Thought Technique, Azure Jiao Scissors!"
The elder suddenly clapped his hands together, and two huge intertwined shadows of azure Jiaolong dragons immediately appeared between heaven and earth, revealing his carefully cultivated Dao Image.
As the Dao Image shone with azure light, the two entwined dragons transformed into a massive pair of scissors, descending directly to slice Ning Fan in half.
"This is my signature skill. That you could die under this technique is enough to be proud..."
With these words, the elder slightly closed his eyes, seemingly envisioning the scene where Ning Fan was sliced in half by the Azure Jiao Scissors.
Facing the attack of the scissors, Ning Fan casually raised his right hand, extended his index finger, pointing downwards, and coldly uttered.
"Ancient Moment!"
Immediately, a demon wind arose between heaven and earth, black fog rolling in. Above the ocean of clouds, a colossal shadow of a black butterfly demon gradually appeared, seemingly illusory like a flickering black flame, emitting an ominous and sinister aura.
As Ning Fan uttered ’Ancient Moment’, the rolling black fog instantly condensed into a thousand-zhang finger light, pressing down directly upon the giant Azure Jiao Scissors.
With a resounding boom, the scissors shattered into countless fragments from Ning Fan’s single press.
The elder, poised with closed eyes in a stance of superiority, suddenly opened them wide, filled with disbelief. He had no time to react further as Ning Fan’s finger light violently surged forward, pressing straight down at him!
As the finger light descended, the elder’s entire body seemed on the verge of tearing apart, engulfed in endless pain. The force transmitted from the single finger caused him to spew blood and retreat, hurtling a hundred-zhang backward before heavily crashing onto the blue stone ancient path, turning into something resembling a blood-soaked figure.
At this moment, his eyes no longer bore any trace of derision, only shock and fear.
He knew he had terribly misjudged; Ning Fan was far from being some ’Shedding Void junior’!
"This person’s finger is too strong. Even if I didn’t underestimate him and used all my power, there’s no way I could directly withstand this finger. I must retreat!"
"This man is definitely not a Shedding Void! Even if he’s not in the Later Stage of Shattered Thought, he’s certainly at that half-step into the Later Stage of Shattered Thought level!"
"Damn it! If I had known how powerful this man was, I wouldn’t have dared to argue with him; I would have fled much earlier..."
The elder now felt an overwhelming sense of regret.
Ignoring the elder, Ning Fan once again raised his finger, pointing at the elder.
"Ancient Moment!"
With the point of his finger, countless black fog appeared above the ocean of clouds, resembling a vast black ocean, engulfing the elder completely.
The black fog seemed to possess a sealing power, rendering the elder immobile within it. From within the fog came a pull, absorbing the demonic power inside the elder, erasing his cultivation uncontrollably!
In one breath, it erased a thousand years of Taoist practice!
In ten breaths, it erased ten thousand years of Taoist practice!
The elder had profound cultivation; losing ten thousand years of practice didn’t mean much to him. But what made him panic was the terrifying speed at which the life force within him was being crazily siphoned by the black fog.
Had Ning Fan not severely injured him with a single finger, he might have resisted the drain of life force somewhat. But now, heavily wounded, he was powerless to stop the drainage.
In just ten breaths, Ning Fan had siphoned ninety percent of the elder’s life force!
After ten breaths, with the black fog gradually dispersing, Ning Fan frowned while looking at the weakened elder.
"Not enough... Even if I drain all the life force from this elder, it’s not enough for the Barbarian Pattern to consume..."
"Forget it, I’ll first drain all the life force from this person anyway!"
Ning Fan raised his finger again, seemingly to once more use the Lost World Palace Finger and seize the life force of the snake-haired elder.
The snake-haired elder collapsed to the ground. Upon seeing Ning Fan wanting to raise his finger again, he immediately turned pale with fright and begged for mercy,
"Daoist, please wait! We can talk things over, please don’t extract all my life force! My inner life force has been taken by you about ninety percent. If the remaining ten percent is also taken, I won’t survive!"
"I can tell! Daoist, isn’t it that you’ve reached a bottleneck in your cultivation and need massive life force to progress? Life force, that’s easy to say, I’ve got plenty! As long as you spare my life, I’m willing to offer a treasure, within which the life force absolutely meets your cultivation needs!"
"Daoist, let’s negotiate, spare my life and I’ll give you a treasure... Ah! Daoist, please be lenient!"
Before the snake-haired elder could finish speaking, Ning Fan directly grabbed his neck and lifted him like a chick.
His stature was small to begin with, just a bit taller than a midget, and being lifted by Ning Fan at the moment looked quite comical.
"What is the life-force containing treasure you mentioned?" Ning Fan coldly inquired.
"It’s... uh, I can’t say. Daoist, you haven’t agreed to spare my life, I’m afraid to say. Once I say it, you will definitely... ah!"
Suddenly, the snake-haired elder cried out and fainted.
Ning Fan was too lazy to waste words with the snake-haired elder and directly performed Reverse Spirit Technique to conduct a Soul Search.
After the Soul Search, Ning Fan’s eyes revealed a peculiar look, taking the snake-haired elder’s storage pouch and tossing him to the ground.
After rummaging through the storage pouch, Ning Fan took out a section of purple python bone.
Seeing that the life force contained within the python bone was actually a hundred times more than the snake-haired elder’s inner life force, Ning Fan immediately nodded in satisfaction.
"This item is a segment of remains left behind by the former python ancestor of the Sky-swallowing Python Clan after passing away... When members of the Sky-swallowing Python Clan fall, they gather their life force into the bone, passing the life force from the remains to their descendants for consumption..."
"Without this bone, perhaps I’d need to acquire life force from a few more people to be sufficient for the Barbarian Pattern’s consumption. With this bone, things will be much less troublesome..."
Ning Fan collected the python bone, frowned slightly, glanced at the snake-haired elder, and said coldly, "Stop pretending to be dead! The python bone you’ve offered is useful to this demon, so I’ll be forgiving and spare your life! Provided that you assist this demon in breaking the seal on the python bone!"
The python bone indeed contained a large amount of life force, but it was sealed. The seal wasn’t powerful, and if Ning Fan wished, he could easily lift the seal. However, the seal was extremely unique, and a wrong method to break it would cause the life force in the python bone to dissipate instantly...
The correct method to lift the seal could only be performed by the members of the Sky-swallowing Python Clan, which involved using the bloodline power of the python ancestor of the Sky-swallowing Python Clan to unseal it. Outsiders without the python lineage can’t break the seal.
The snake-haired elder remained unconscious on the ground, seemingly not reacting to Ning Fan’s words at all.
Seeing this, Ning Fan once again raised his finger, as if he were going to use the Lost World Palace Finger again, as if to take the life of the snake-haired elder.
Upon seeing Ning Fan wanting to use the Lost World Palace Finger again, the snake-haired elder ’pretending to be dead’ on the ground flipped up suddenly and hurriedly exclaimed, "Daoist, quickly stop! You shouldn’t do this; if this finger points down, I’ll definitely perish!"
"Not pretending to be dead anymore?"
"No more pretending, no more pretending, haha..."
The snake-haired elder awkwardly chuckled at Ning Fan, his eyes rolling around, and he added, "I didn’t look closely just now, now I see that Daoist is actually a Pseudo-Ancient Demon! Haha, Daoist turns out to be a fellow of my Demon Race, my apologies, I wonder from which clan you’re from? Daoist, when you did the memory search on me just now, you seemed to use the Reverse Spirit Technique of the True Dragon Clan... This technique... seems to be only used by the Eternal Immortal Venerables of the True Dragon Race, how can you..."
On the surface, the snake-haired elder was being deferential, but inside he was already overwhelmed by waves of emotions, secretly guessing whether Ning Fan might be an Eternal Immortal Venerable from the True Dragon Race? Otherwise, he would definitely be unable to master the Reverse Spirit Technique!
Ning Fan didn’t plan to waste words with the snake-haired elder, directly tossing the python bone to him. "I’ll give you the time of one incense stick to unseal this python bone. If you can’t do it, death! If you say one more wasted word, death!"
The snake-haired elder hurriedly caught the python bone, feeling cold sweat all over, and dared not speak further, obediently shut his mouth.
He glanced at the python bone in his hand, then at Ning Fan, gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged on the ground, and activated his bloodline power to break the seal on the python bone.
"Ah, back in the day, I obtained just this small piece of the former python ancestor’s bone from the clan by various contributions. Unexpectedly, I haven’t even consumed this bone yet, and it needs to be handed over... Oh well, as long as my life is saved, parting with this python bone doesn’t matter! This person is most likely an old monster from the True Dragon Race, I can’t provoke him... Hopefully, he will keep his promise and spare me after I help him unseal this bone..."
In just half a stick of incense time, the snake-haired elder completed the unsealing of the python bone and respectfully handed it over to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan took the python bone, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction. His figure blurred, instantly dissipated into countless black demon lights, and disappeared from the twenty-first ancient path.
At the same time, on the nineteenth ancient path, within the 78th Palace, Ning Fan, who had been sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, opened his eyes for the first time.
From start to finish, Ning Fan’s true body hadn’t left the nineteenth ancient path, but rather used Divine Skills to create an illusionary demon body draped in black clothes to descend near the snake-haired elder, nothing more.
At this moment, Ning Fan’s inner life force had been flowing away seriously. As he withdrew the Divine Skills, a large amount of life force instantly filled his body, while a section of purple python bone appeared in his hand.
Ning Fan placed the python bone flat on his lap, tapping his fingertip on it, absorbing the life force within.
Gradually, the Barbarian Pattern within his body devoured enough life force, the backlash began to reduce, and gradually calmed down.
Gradually, beside Ning Fan’s ears, a chorus of mysterious chants from the Stone Warriors echoed, seeming close yet distant, hard to make out the litany...
He sat cross-legged in the grand hall, his body emanating a burning sensation from the Barbarian Pattern. Simultaneously, a slowly emerging silhouette of an ancient monument appeared behind him. That ancient monument silhouette wasn’t solid, having only a head but no face, with limbs only vaguely outlined, barely human-shaped.
In the instant this ancient monument formed, Ning Fan’s body continually generated Barbarian Blood, within which threads of bloodline memories seeped into his divine sense.
All those bloodline memories were related to the nine losses of the Young Master Barbarian. Only now did Ning Fan discover that the backlash appearing every time the Barbarian Pattern reached a hundred marks was called a loss tribulation, and what he had just gone through was the third loss of the Young Master Barbarian!
Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes and glanced back at the ancient monument behind him. From the blood memory, Ning Fan learned that this monument was known as the ’Young Barbarian Statue’ among the Barbarian Clan, a symbol of the Young Master Barbarian identity for each tribe!
Condensing the Young Barbarian Statue means one has become the Young Master Barbarian of the clan!
"I’m not a barbarian, yet I actually became the Young Master Barbarian..." A Demon Light flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes.
"It’s the aura of the Young Barbarian Statue! That boy actually condensed a Young Barbarian Statue!"
In the sixth and seventh layers of Tianque, the First Generation, Second Ancestor, and Fourth Ancestor all showed a change in expression, paused their ascent, and gazed deeply towards the lower layers of Tianque.
Others may not have sensed the formation of the Young Barbarian Statue, but these three, being Barbarian Ancestors, could detect it.
In the eyes of the Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor, a greedy gleam appeared at this moment!
Since Ning Fan had overcome the third tribulation and condensed the Young Barbarian Statue, theoretically, his body could generate a drop of ancestral blood from the Barbarian Clan!
If they were to devour this drop of ancestral blood from Ning Fan, the benefits would surely be significant!
The Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor wished they could immediately rush to the third layer of Tianque, kill Ning Fan, and swallow Ning Fan’s bloodline.
Unfortunately, the two of them didn’t have the time to deal with Ning Fan now; they had to continue their climb upward, heading to the top layer of Tianque...
"What a pity, I really want to devour this boy..." The Second Ancestor and Fourth Ancestor said with regret.
The First Generation Barbarian Ancestor’s eyes were instead filled with a fiery intensity and solemnity rather than much greed.
"Unexpectedly, this boy really became the Young Master Barbarian. With this, the ancestral barbarian blood he possesses will be the perfect offering to awaken the Ninth Generation Savage God!"
"The only pity is that this boy is currently at the lower layer of Tianque. I am eager to reach the top layer and don’t have time to return to the lower layer to capture this boy..."
"Forget it; I still have several offerings on hand that can barely be used, so it’s not absolutely necessary to use this boy..."
The First Generation Barbarian Ancestor shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued moving forward.
Although he really wanted to seize Ning Fan and use him as an offering, unfortunately, he didn’t have time to do so at the moment...
...
In the third layer of Tianque, along the Nineteenth Ancient Path, within the 78th Palace.
Once the Young Barbarian Statue belonging to him was condensed, a large amount of barbarian blood was instantly generated within Ning Fan’s body, faintly, as well as a drop of ancestral blood was forming within Ning Fan!
From the blood memory, he understood that what he had just passed was the third tribulation of the Young Master Barbarian. He also knew that once the third ancestral blood was passed, becoming the Young Master Barbarian, a drop of ancestral barbarian blood could be generated within the body...
Even though Ning Fan already knew all this, he could not help but feel moved when he truly sensed an extra drop of ancestral blood within his body.
An ordinary Eternal Immortal Venerable would need to expend billions of years of intense effort to cultivate a drop of ancestral blood.
He merely passed the third tribulation of the Young Master Barbarian, and could already cultivate a drop of ancestral blood. This was indeed a significant benefit.
Sadly, this ancestral blood hadn’t stayed long within Ning Fan’s body before being arrogantly devoured by the calamitous blood...
Ancestral barbarian blood, consumed without hesitation... Possessing calamitous blood is just that capricious...
Just as the pressure of the ancestral barbarian blood rose from Ning Fan’s body, it quickly dissipated, mixing with the pressure of the calamitous blood...
"Didn’t expect this calamitous blood to be so domineering, capable of devouring even ancestral barbarian blood..." Ning Fan’s eyes were grave as he murmured to himself.
Could not help but be solemn, as absorbing the full blood power of a drop of ancestral blood, his calamitous blood level soared once more.
His calamitous blood level was originally Nine Stars Remnant Blood Level; the gap between Nine Stars Remnant Blood and One-Star True Blood is as vast as the earth and sky, extremely large.
Under normal circumstances, wanting to break through to true blood level calamitous blood is incredibly difficult, almost unimaginable. But with the help of this drop of ancestral barbarian blood, the difficulty was greatly reduced.
Ning Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, a red light growing increasingly intense on his body as the calamitous blood boiled within.
The level of calamitous blood steadily moved towards the One-Star True Blood level, drawing ever closer.
The entire third layer of Tianque began to show large amounts of red calamity clouds, and faintly, the first red thunderous lightning tribulation split down from the sky, descending, echoing endlessly!
Following this were the second, third, and fourth thunderbolts... More and more tribulation lightning took form in the sky, striking down towards the ocean of clouds!
The Fragmented Thought Elders only at the early stage of crossing truth, who were galloping in the third layer of Tianque, hurriedly emerged from the palace and looked up. Their eyes focused on the red tribulation lightning with profound apprehension!
No one knew why the third layer of Tianque showed signs of overwhelming lightning tribulations. No one knew what the red thunder symbolized.
No one knew that the red thunder was the Calamity Thought Thunder formed by the power of Calamity Thought!
All they knew was the red tribulation lightning was excessively terrifying; just a random red bolt could kill a Fate Immortal cultivator.
Ten red bolts could kill those who have crossed the truth!
A hundred red lightning bolts can kill those in the Shedding Void Stage!
A thousand red lightning bolts can kill those in the Shattered Thought Realm!
In this forbidden wilderness where immortal force is suppressed, possessing merely a hundred red lightning bolts is enough to strike dead any early-stage Shattered Thought elder!
"What kind of lightning is this?" Whether it was Demon Yuanzi or Jin Hua Ancestor, in the third layer of Tianque, each Shattered Thought elder gazed at the red lightning overhead, all feeling a chill of fear.
The number of lightning bolts increased more and more, ultimately reaching as many as 999!
Those 999 lightning bolts suddenly rushed forth, flying toward the Nineteenth Ancient Path, into the 78th Palace, and then into Ning Fan’s body.
At this moment, Ning Fan’s Calamity Blood level completely broke through the level of one-star True Blood!
At this moment, a bizarre red rune appeared on the back of Ning Fan’s right hand. When the rune was activated, 999 bolts of Calamity Thought Lightning immediately coiled around Ning Fan, and his ears were filled with the sound of wind and thunder!
"Are these Calamity Thought Lightning bolts a divine power possessed after the Taicang Calamity Spirit has a minor achievement in Calamity Blood..." Ning Fan pondered while looking at the red lightning.
With a thought, the scarlet rune on the back of his right hand immediately concealed itself, and the Calamity Thought Lightning coiling around him also vanished without a trace.
With another activation, the rune reappeared, and the 999 bolts of Calamity Thought Lightning transformed into existence one by one.
"The power of these Calamity Thought Lightnings is very strong! To kill a Fate Immortal, just one bolt is enough! With ten Calamity Lightnings in hand, it’s sufficient to kill an early-stage Enlightenment Master. With a hundred Calamity Lightnings in hand, it’s enough to kill an early-stage Shedding Void Master! Now I possess 999 Calamity Lightnings, which alone are sufficient to sweep through the invincible Shedding Void Realm! In this primitive wilderness where immortal force is suppressed, even when facing a Shattered Thought Peak, I can kill with a mere lift of my hand! This is the power of the Taicang Calamity Spirit..."
Ning Fan opened his mouth, swallowing all 999 Calamity Lightnings back into his body, silently pondering.
Now, the Barbarian Patterns in his body have reached 300, becoming the Young Master Barbarian of the Barbarian Clan.
Now, he also relied on the power of that drop of Ancestral Barbarian Blood to break through the bottleneck of one-star True Blood, allowing the Calamity Blood to achieve a minor success.
A Taicang Calamity Spirit attaining a minor achievement in Calamity Blood can be invincible within the Shedding Void Realm. Ning Fan’s Calamity Blood has broken through to the one-star True Blood level, and looking at the Shedding Void realm, he stands almost unrivaled...
The shadow of the Young Barbarian Statue behind him gradually faded. Ning Fan stood up abruptly, shrouded by the red light, and walked out of the 78th Palace, stepping into the 79th Palace.
With just one breath, Ning Fan broke through the 79th Palace and, in a flash, entered the 80th Palace.
Within another breath, Ning Fan broke through the 80th Palace and entered the 81st Palace!
After entering the third layer of Tianque, Ning Fan’s palace breaking speed had gradually slowed, but with the breakthrough in Calamity Blood and significant increase in strength, his palace breaking speed once again rose to a terrifyingly fast pace!
Upon Ning Fan becoming the Young Master Barbarian, the Summon Barbarian Technique placed in him by the Five Ancestors automatically unraveled.
Though the Summon Barbarian Technique unraveled on its own, every time Ning Fan broke through a palace, he gained an additional Barbarian Pattern.
After breaking through the 82nd and 83rd Palaces, Ning Fan arrived at the 84th Palace.
The difficulty of breaking through the 84th Palace is nearly multiple times that of the 83rd Palace, and not a single early-stage Shattered Thought elder could break through this palace.
Whether it was Demon Yuanzi, Jin Hua Ancestor, or even that snake-haired elder severely injured by Ning Fan, they all stopped at the 84th Palace, unable to proceed further.
The 84th Palace corresponds to the 306th Barbarian Pattern.
Upon entering the 84th Palace, Ning Fan immediately felt the overwhelming pressure, and he smiled slightly.
"46, 96, 156, 226... Indeed, is the next number 306?"
The pressure was extremely heavy, but Ning Fan almost ignored it and broke through the 84th Palace in less than a breath!
Upon breaking through the 84th Palace, the number of Barbarian Patterns on Ning Fan reached 306, and once again Barbarian Blood was generated within his body.
"Every time the Barbarian Patterns reach a hundred in number, a Decline Calamity will descend. If passed, Barbarian Blood will be generated in the body. If the number of Barbarian Patterns reaches specific numbers like 46, 96, 156, etc., Barbarian Blood will also be generated..."
Ning Fan’s thoughts raced, his footsteps were quick, flashing forward at an extremely fast speed, and continuing to break through the palaces.
"Calamity Blood can be elevated in level by consuming Barbarian Blood... My current Calamity Blood level has reached one-star True Blood, yet I wonder how many Barbarian Bloods it would take to break through to two-star True Blood..."
"As a one-star True Blood, merely relying on the strength of Calamity Blood, I can be invincible within the Shedding Void realm. If I break through to two-star True Blood, I wonder how much my strength will increase..."
The third layer of Tianque, the 111th Palace, was soon broken through by Ning Fan.
Ning Fan proceeded along the blue stone ancient path, reaching the highest point of the third layer’s Immortal Clouds, and once again, the voice of the stone statue elder resounded in his ears.
"You are... my true clansman... you are... the Orthodox Barbarian Race..."
"My left hand is for Barbarian... ruling the Flame of Life of all beings... my right hand is for Calamity... mastering the Heaven and Earth’s Dao Fortune... the unity of Calamity and Barbarian... is the Barbarian God..."
"You have gained in the third layer... I will not... grant you additional opportunities..."
"Come... my clansman... come to the top layer of Tianque... I await you... let me bestow upon you... the Barbarian God’s blessing..." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we welcome you to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)
