I Have an Omen System-Chapter 67 - 65: Blood Flood Dragon Race

He recalled the contents of the divination.

The moment he heard Wang Jian was requesting Earth Dao Foundation Establishment, Qin Xuan’s expression became quite a picture.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let’s go. We’ll head over together," Qin Xuan urged impatiently.

Zhang Yangzhou had thought Qin Xuan wouldn’t agree. Hearing this, a flash of delight appeared in his eyes before quickly vanishing.

A stunning flash of blood-red sword light flared.

The two of them vanished on the spot.

Zhang Yangzhou led Qin Xuan to the Sect’s training grounds.

To call them "training chambers" wasn’t quite right; "training plaza" was more fitting. It was located deep within the grand and imposing Demon Sect, surrounded by basalt pillars as black as ink, which partitioned the area into smaller rooms.

Ancient and complex Talisman Secret Patterns were carved into the basalt pillars, shimmering with iridescent light. They intertwined to form a magnificent, blood-colored grand array that hung inverted over the plaza.

’The Blood Demon Sword Sect actually has this many Foundation Establishment Cultivators?’

He saw that the training plaza was covered in dense, black tribulation clouds. Over a dozen Foundation Establishment Cultivators were simultaneously Crossing the Tribulation.

The spectacle was immense. Heavenly lightning rolled down and Demonic Essence surged, all of it absorbed by the blood-colored grand array.

Deep astonishment filled Qin Xuan’s eyes.

He was clearly shocked by the sheer depth of the Blood Demon Sword Sect’s power.

’Over a dozen new Foundation Establishment Cultivators in a single day... so how many in a month? A year? Just how many Demons are hiding within the Blood Demon Sword Sect?!’

Qin Xuan even began to suspect that the destruction of the Sect’s main gate last time had been a deliberate ploy to feign weakness.

Zhang Yangzhou shook his head and chuckled. "This is nothing. They’re all just worthless Human Dao Foundation Establishments with pathetic combat strength. Even you or I could take any of them on single-handedly right now."

Qin Xuan glanced at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Demon Cultivators sitting cross-legged and swallowing Foundation Establishment Pills and thought, ’He’s right.’ 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Even the few who occasionally broke through to Foundation Establishment had incredibly unstable auras.

They were like defective goods from a mass production line.

Qin Xuan felt that with his current strength at the Qi Cultivation Eleventh Layer, plus his Minor Achievement in the [Flame Demon] technique, these Human Dao Foundation Establishment cultivators would be no match for him in a one-on-one fight.

As they walked across the training plaza, they saw the ground was covered in dark red gravel. Each grain of sand seemed steeped in the traces of time and filled with endless Blood Evil Qi, adding a touch of sinister majesty to the place.

From time to time, a Qi Cultivation Demon Cultivator would succeed in Crossing the Tribulation. Their aura would skyrocket, and they would then rise and bow respectfully to Zhang Yangzhou.

"Greetings, Vice Incense Master Zhang!"

Zhang Yangzhou smiled and nodded in response.

Qin Xuan started, "Senior Brother Zhang, you’re..."

Zhang Yangzhou said, "I am currently the Full-time Deputy Incense Master of Ten Thousand Poison Peak’s Rotting Heart Sub-Altar."

’Vice Chief Incense Master, Full-time Deputy Incense Master.’

In that instant, Qin Xuan seemed to understand something. He looked up in realization, just in time to meet Zhang Yangzhou’s faint, knowing smile.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

RUMBLE!

A bolt of bluish-purple lightning suddenly broke through the blood-colored grand array.

The combined power of the Thunder Tribulations from over a dozen Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators converged, striking squarely down upon the highest-grade obsidian altar in the very center of the training plaza!

"Oh no! Someone save him!"

Zhang Yangzhou’s expression changed drastically, but a sinister, triumphant smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

However, someone was even faster than Zhang Yangzhou. From the deep lava pool at the edge of the plaza, a fiery-red Flood Dragon Blood Sword suddenly erupted from the shimmering, molten flames.

A massive, blood-colored phantom of a Flood Dragon tilted its head back and roared at the heavens.

In an instant, the vast expanse of black tribulation clouds was violently dispersed, revealing a clear and bright sky.

This scene shocked all the Demon Cultivators present. They were so dumbfounded their jaws nearly hit the floor.

’The tribulation clouds... they can actually be dispersed!’

The Flood Dragon phantom transformed into a vigorous old man in a red Python Robe. Though his hair and beard were completely white, he showed no signs of frailty. His every move exuded a sense of calm and composure.

Zhang Yangzhou said, "Many thanks to Senior Uncle Blood Flood Dragon for your assistance."

"It’s no matter. The Blood Thunder Array malfunctioned for some reason, but it has already been repaired."

The Python Robe-clad elder held a blood-colored longsword and tossed down a scorched figure.

"A pity about this kid. He originally had a chance to forge an Earth Dao Demon Foundation. After this, he’ll probably only manage a Human Dao Demon Foundation at best..."

"Still, he’s lucky to have kept his life."

’Earth Dao Foundation Establishment turned into Human Dao Foundation Establishment?’

"How could it be such a coincidence..."

Zhang Yangzhou looked troubled. "How am I supposed to explain this to Master Jiaang?"

Qin Xuan was also stunned.

He realized that the scorched-black body was none other than his old acquaintance... Wang Jian!

’This is too much of a coincidence.’

Looking at Wang Jian, who had been struck by lightning to within an inch of his life and was still twitching faintly, Qin Xuan couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

"Explain? ...Is this the person that bastard Jiaang Xiaofeng wanted?"

The Python Robe-clad elder said, "You should have said so earlier. I saved the wrong person. This old man will finish him off right now."

The elder’s gaze turned icy. He raised the Blood Sword in his hand—its tip glittering with mottled blood-red patterns—and swung it down to kill Wang Jian.

Terrified, Zhang Yangzhou quickly shielded Wang Jian, barely managing to avoid the elder’s attack.

"How boring."

The Python Robe-clad elder seemed to hold a grudge against the Master Jiaang—Jiaang Xiaofeng—that Zhang Yangzhou had mentioned. He transformed into a lifelike, blood-colored Flood Dragon that coiled and twisted before disappearing into the lava pool.

Wang Jian, who had been scorched black by the Thunder Tribulation, slowly regained consciousness just then, still completely bewildered.

’Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?’

A series of question marks floated through his mind.

"Tell Jiaang Xiaofeng to find someone else for that damn Vice Chief Incense Master position of his."

"A pathetic little Magic Altar with just a handful of Incense Masters, and he’s bothering with chiefs and deputies? How shameful!"

The Python Robe-clad elder’s deep, resonant voice echoed up from the bottom of the pool.

"That kid next to you, on the other hand, looks promising. Qi Cultivation Eleventh Layer, a fine candidate for Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment. His constitution is solid, too. He’s far better than that piece of trash whose power was forcibly infused using the Marriage Robe Technique."

’Trash?’

’I’m not trash...’ Wang Jian was about to retort but suddenly felt that something was wrong with the Demonic Essence inside his body.

He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

’What happened to the promised Earth Dao Foundation Establishment? Why did it become Human Dao Foundation Establishment?!’

A chill went down Zhang Yangzhou’s spine.

’Junior Brother Qin’s Cultivation has actually reached the Qi Cultivation Eleventh Layer? Isn’t that higher than mine?’

’This is unacceptable. If he joins the Rotting Heart Sub-Altar, the future position of Incense Master won’t be mine.’

Zhang Yangzhou said hesitantly, "Senior Uncle Blood Flood Dragon, I’m afraid that might be... inappropriate."

The Python Robe-clad elder’s voice boomed, "What’s inappropriate about it?"

"Although Junior Brother Qin is seeking Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment, he still hasn’t forged his Dao Foundation. I fear he won’t be able to command respect..."

The Python Robe-clad elder scoffed, "Is that all? If he doesn’t have time to improve his strength, he can just use this to tide him over. It’s close enough."

As his voice fell,

a crystal-clear, blood-red dragon pearl slowly emerged from the molten flames.

[Blood Flood Dragon Pearl]

As if by sudden inspiration, four large words appeared in his mind.

Qin Xuan’s breathing quickened, his hands clenching into fists with excitement. He had searched high and low for this, only for it to fall right into his lap.

’This is the Sixth-Grade Opportunity the Golden Finger mentioned!’

Lines of text appeared.

[Red Flood Dragon Flame]

[A Lifebound Star Technique of the Blood Flood Dragon Race. The user can imitate a Flood Dragon to release scorching flames, much like a dragon’s breath, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. Greatly benefits the cultivation of Fire Attribute Divine Techniques.

Applies Flame Erosion and a shock effect. Deals double damage to the Low-tier Demon Race.]

Complex and mysterious Runes lit up inside the Dragon Pearl, resembling a lifelike Flood Dragon coiling and soaring.

The relevant information instantly flooded into Qin Xuan’s mind.

"Hey, kid. Take the Dragon Pearl and go comprehend the Positional Divine Techniques. This old man sealed a Magic technique inside. Its growth potential can’t compare to the Blood Demon Rune, but it’ll be enough for you for a while."

The Python Robe-clad elder’s voice drifted languidly from the churning, fiery-red lava pool.

Qin Xuan was overjoyed. "Thank you for this gift, Senior."

The elder replied, "No need to thank me. Anything that makes Jiaang Xiaofeng uncomfortable makes this old man very comfortable."

Wang Jian watched wide-eyed as Qin Xuan accepted the blood-red Dragon Pearl floating in mid-air, so furious he nearly coughed up blood.

’I was the one who got struck by lightning, so why was the Dragon Pearl given to Qin Xuan?!’

Wang Jian screamed inwardly. A surge of vital energy and blood rushed to his heart. A sweet, metallic taste filled his throat, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted from sheer fury.

Zhang Yangzhou frowned slightly, gave Wang Jian a disgusted look, and waved his hand dismissively.

A Demon Cultivator immediately stepped forward and carefully carried Wang Jian away.

"Junior Brother Qin... oh, no, Senior Brother Qin, your luck is truly remarkable, to have earned Senior Uncle Blood Flood Dragon’s favor."

After learning that Qin Xuan’s Cultivation was higher than his own, Zhang Yangzhou’s attitude did a complete one-eighty.

"It seems Senior Brother Wang is indeed unable to become the Vice Chief Incense Master of our Rotting Heart Sub-Altar."

Zhang Yangzhou then turned to Qin Xuan, his face wreathed in smiles as he said,

"I wonder if Senior Brother Qin might be interested? After all, you have Senior Uncle Blood Flood Dragon’s recommendation. I dare not treat his choice lightly."