I Have an Omen System-Chapter 82 - 80: Foundation Establishment Second Level
The mortal villagers were already scared out of their wits, panicking as they truly believed Demon Cultivators had arrived.
"Immortal Master, save us!"
"Demon, die!" one of the Daoists shouted with righteous fury, charging forward.
But the black-robed Cultivator killed him with a single palm strike.
"Senior Brother!" a Daoist at his side screamed. "Demon, I’ll kill you and avenge my Senior Brother!"
He, too, was killed by the black-robed Cultivator with a single palm strike.
In a flash, the black-robed Cultivator had finished off all the Daoists.
They lay stiffly on the ground, all signs of life gone.
Seeing this, the villagers began to shriek and wail, scattering in all directions.
"Jie jie jie... Remember, the one who killed you is the Blood Demon of the Blood Demon Sword Sect."
The black-robed Cultivator threw his head back and laughed.
Qin Xuan: "..."
’Damn it,’ he thought. ’Since when did the Blood Demon Sword Sect have a Blood Demon with such a lame name?’
’If I wasn’t still trying to figure out what was going on, I’d have already snuck up behind this idiot and run him through with my sword.’
Just then, the black-robed Cultivator produced a pale yellow Magic Talisman and began to mutter an incantation.
The Magic Talisman instantly burst into flames.
The fleeing villagers were instantly frozen in place, their faces filled with terror, unable to speak.
The black-robed Cultivator’s methods were exceptionally gruesome.
He would either crush a mortal’s skull with one hand, sending brain matter splattering everywhere, or rip open their abdomens and tear out their organs. He didn’t stop until every last mortal had been tortured to the brink of death.
Just as the last of the mortals were about to die, the three Daoists who had been killed with a single palm strike miraculously came back to life.
They all got to their feet.
One of them even complained, "Senior Brother Zhang, you hit way too hard just now. If I hadn’t protected myself with my True Essence, you really would have shattered my skull with that slap."
The black-robed Cultivator laughed heartily. "That’s what makes it look real!"
He wiped a hand across his face, and the illusion of the Demon Cultivator’s visage vanished. In his place stood a Daoist in a cyan robe, exuding an air of righteousness.
The Cyan Robe Cultivator took out half of a small, bronze-colored sword from within his robes.
A flash of surprise crossed Qin Xuan’s eyes.
’A Lifebound Copper Sword!’
’But this Lifebound Copper Sword is broken. It’s only half a blade, with no hilt and no tip.’
’An incomplete Lifebound Blood Sword, an incomplete Bloodthirst Rune... so the one being devoured must also be incomplete.’
’Even so, it can’t devour people with Cultivation, only the blood of mortals.’
’...So, this man is trying to use mortals to practice the Blood Demon Sword Scripture!’
Qin Xuan understood in an instant.
His gaze turned cold, but he didn’t intervene. He quietly watched the "Demon Cultivator’s" performance.
He was curious to see how this Cultivator would devour and convert mortal blood with an incomplete Bloodthirst Rune.
...
The crimson blood of the mortals trickled down the broken Copper Sword. Halfway through the conversion process, it formed a thick, scarlet torrent of liquid.
The Cyan Robe Cultivator flipped his hand, producing a perfectly round metal sphere.
One of the Daoists said fawningly, "Congratulations, Senior Brother! With the Essence Blood of these thousand mortals, you’re one step closer to exchanging for a Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"It’s still early, still early," the Cyan Robe Cultivator said with a satisfied smile. "However, it is indeed time for us to return to the observatory."
"There are three hundred and seventy-nine people here. Adding the seven hundred from the previous two villages, we’ve already exceeded the quota our master gave us."
Another Daoist asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, should we dispose of the bodies in this village?"
Senior Brother Zhang replied, "Why dispose of them? This was the work of Demon Cultivators. If we clean it up, how will anyone know that Demon Cultivators were here?"
"How are we supposed to complete our tasks in the future then?"
"A brilliant insight, Senior Brother!"
The junior Daoist wore a sycophantic expression, but just as he was about to offer more praise, his smile froze.
He clutched his neck desperately with both hands as a line of blood appeared out of nowhere. Crimson foam began to spill from the corners of his mouth.
In the next moment, all the blood was drained from his body. He shriveled up at a visible rate, turning into a withered skeleton.
Senior Brother Zhang’s pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically.
"Not good! There’s a Demon Cultivator!"
He quickly flicked the white Duster in his hand, which transformed into thousands of long, silver-white threads, attempting to shield himself.
SHIIIING!
A sharp glint of sword light flashed past. The sturdy silver threads proved fragile, snapping instantly.
"Ngh..." With a blood-curdling scream, another Daoist fell dead.
’I’ve picked a fight I can’t win!’
Even when he pushed his Divine Sense to its limit, he still couldn’t find the slightest trace of the Demon Cultivator.
The Cyan Robe Cultivator was frantic.
"May I ask if you are a friend from the Blood Demon Sword Sect? We meant no offense. I hope you can be magnanimous," Senior Brother Zhang said in terror.
Wei Qingyi shook his head.
"That’s not what you were saying a moment ago."
Not bothering to waste any more words on him, Wei Qingyi sent him to his grave with a single sword strike.
The entire process took less than three breaths. Without even showing himself, Wei Qingyi had turned all four Daoists from the Taiyi True View into gleaming white skeletons.
Qin Xuan, watching from the side, was stunned.
’Senior Brother Wei is so fast! I couldn’t even see what happened, and he’s already killed them all!’ 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
The metal sphere containing the Essence Blood of a thousand mortals rolled to a stop at Qin Xuan’s feet.
"What are you spacing out for? This is Spirit-Collecting Gold, made specifically for holding mortal Essence Blood."
"A thousand mortals’ worth is enough for you to officially undergo [Purifying Veins and Condensing Frost]. I will act as your Guardian."
Wei Qingyi’s figure slowly materialized as he spoke with a smile.
During the Qi Cultivation Stage, Demonic Essence is like a mist that wanders through the meridians.
After Foundation Establishment, the Spiritual Mist condenses into droplets of liquid Demonic Essence, which accumulate in the Elixir Field Qi Sea.
This is the greatest difference between Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation.
The black Jade Tube that Wei Qingyi had given Qin Xuan contained the cultivation methods for the first three layers of Foundation Establishment.
The most crucial part was how to perform [Purifying Veins and Condensing Frost].
"I’ll have to trouble you then, Senior Brother."
Upon hearing this, Qin Xuan actually sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to meditate.
The pure essence and blood turned into a surging torrent, washing away the residual Demonic Essence mist in his meridians.
As his Lifebound Silver Sword fed power back into him, his Cultivation advanced significantly.
With the Essence Blood of a thousand mortals plus four Qi Cultivation Peak Cyan Robe Daoists, there was a loud CRACK, and the bottleneck of the First-Layer Foundation Establishment Realm, which had constrained him for so long, finally loosened.
A surge of qi and blood rushed straight toward the Foundation Establishment Second Level!
Qin Xuan’s eyes shone brightly.
Nearby, Wei Qingyi casually tossed out a ball of Demon Fire. The raging flames incinerated the Daoists’ skeletons, and the entire village was consumed by the Demon Fire, turning to ash.
He was about to lead Qin Xuan onward toward the Taiyi True View.
"Wait, there’s one more thing."
Qin Xuan stopped Wei Qingyi.
He gripped his longsword tightly and, using the sword as a brush, carved a line of elegant, flowing script with masterful strokes.
[The Demon Hunter is the Saintess of the Danxia Sect!]
Wei Qingyi burst out laughing and clapped his hands in approval.
...
「Taiyi True View」
An ancient Daoist with stark white hair and a beard sat withered on a yellow cattail hassock. His long white eyebrows drooped to his shoulders, and black Demon Patterns, like writhing centipedes, crawled all over his face.
He looked just like an evil cultivator.
Beside the old Daoist stood a thin, middle-aged Daoist, his expression nervous and his posture stiff.
The old Daoist’s face was sinister as he devoured the contents of the metal spheres placed before him, a viscous, scarlet liquid of crimson blood.
The middle-aged Daoist looked anxious but didn’t dare make a sound to disturb him.
After a long time, the scarlet liquid inside the metal spheres was completely gone.
The old Daoist’s aura sharpened. The dense black Demon Patterns on his face faded away, and he once again took on the bearing of a transcendent Immortal Master.
He slowly opened his eyes, stroking his beard. "What is it?"
The middle-aged Daoist said nervously, "Observatory Master, the remnants of the Danxia Sect have appeared again. They are having a major impact on our plans."
"Oh?" The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, a sharp light glinting in their murky depths. "Where?"
As if treading on thin ice, the middle-aged Daoist answered apprehensively, "Reporting to the Observatory Master, it was on the border of Yong’an County."
The old Daoist’s gaze was dark. "Are you certain it was the work of the Danxia Sect remnants?"
The middle-aged Daoist replied, "There can be no mistake. The Soul Lamps of several dozen martial nephews have already shattered. According to the information we gathered from our investigation, they all died in an intense blaze that left the land scorched."
"It strongly resembles the work of the Danxia True Flame."
"Furthermore, we found this in every one of the mortal villages."
The middle-aged man took out an Imaging Jade Talisman. The line of large characters left by Qin Xuan was clearly projected in front of the old Daoist.
"Courting death!" The old Daoist was enraged. Half of his sleeve exploded, and the black Demon Patterns once again spread from his neck up to his face.
"No wonder my supply of blood-food has dwindled recently. So it was you, Chi Xia, you bitch... You dare to ruin my grand plan for the Purple Mansion Realm."
"Send out the order! Completely purge all Danxia Sect strongholds within the Jade Wind Country! Leave none alive!" the old Daoist roared.
"As you command," the middle-aged Daoist said, his scalp tingling with awe and fear.
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