I Have an Omen System-Chapter 91 - 89: Thousand-Faced Blood Demon

In an instant, the golden Dharma Aspects before him twisted with savage expressions.

Like mirrors, they shattered one after another, transforming into a shifting black mist that carried countless vengeful souls with it as it vanished from the world.

This all changed with incredible speed, finishing in the blink of an eye.

The Blood Pool slowly closed, and Qin Xuan’s figure disappeared at the end of the bloody path.

...

Outside the Blood Pool Sword Tomb.

A massive ink Landscape Scroll slowly unfurled.

It was showing the very scene of Qin Xuan and the others just as they had entered.

However, unlike the still, black-and-white image the Foundation Establishment Incense Masters had seen before, this Landscape Scroll was dazzlingly vibrant and colorful.

It was like a live broadcast!

The gazes of several Golden Core Blood Demons pierced through the void, all of them clearly focused on this Blood Pool Trial.

The closest one, Ji Boyan, felt his pupils shrink.

From his perspective, Qin Xuan hadn’t even seemed to move. He had just touched his wrist before striding forward.

Within a single breath, he had broken through the Demon Sound Illusion Realm!

’Could this kid really be a once-in-a-millennium Demon Dao genius for our Blood Demon Sword Sect?’

Ji Boyan began to doubt everything he knew.

He remembered how he had made a complete fool of himself when crossing the path through the Demonic Sound. It had been nothing like this easy for him.

On the other hand, Hou Qi and Xiao Ran’s reactions were much more typical. They were being tormented, snot and tears streaming down their faces as they pounded the ground and wept, all semblance of dignity gone.

Xiao Ran’s illusion was quite common: his trusted and respected master was revealed to be a Demon Cultivator who had been plotting against him all along. The revelation nearly shattered Xiao Ran’s Dao Heart.

Hou Qi’s case was different.

Memories of his previous six lives flashed before his eyes. All sorts of Heart Demons manifested, and countless complex illusions flooded his mind, threatening to tear him apart.

As for Wei Qingyi’s Landscape Scroll, it was completely obscured by a vast and mighty power, making it impossible to see any part of the image.

"Jie jie jie... Qin Xuan? This child has such a resilient temperament. No wonder Captain Ji has his eye on him."

A chilling, shrill voice suddenly echoed from the void, emanating from a bizarre cloud of black mist that concealed whether the speaker was male or female.

However, none of the other Golden Core Blood Demons made an appearance.

Ji Boyan’s expression was indifferent. "Thousand Faces, behave yourself. This boy is someone Chen Xuanba has taken an interest in."

"Jie jie jie, and so what? Chen Xuanba is a Hall Master, and so am I. In terms of cultivation, I am also a Golden Core!"

The bizarre black mist called Thousand Faces spoke with confidence.

It shifted forms, at one moment a handsome youth, the next a decrepit old man, its true face impossible to discern.

Ji Boyan said softly, "Chen Xuanba is our Holy Sect’s Demon Child. Are you?"

"Ji Boyan, there are lines you don’t cross! Are you looking to die?!"

Its weakness exposed in public, the Thousand-Faced Blood Demon flew into a rage out of shame. Its chilling, shrill voice rose in pitch.

Suddenly, the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves exploded next to Ji Boyan’s ears, as if tens of millions of people—children, youths, women, and the elderly—were screaming at once.

The sound was so piercing that Ji Boyan’s eardrums ached, and a trickle of blood seeped from both ears!

"Hahaha, Thousand Faces, I’d advise you to just obediently carry out the decree left by Lord [Green Snake Xuan Sha Demon Monarch] and pay close attention to Wei Qingyi."

Ji Boyan gave a faint smile, completely unconcerned about the injury to his ears.

"We went to all this trouble to gather the other three Jia-level participants just to barely open the Blood Pool Sword Tomb. All of it was to pave the way for his Bloodline.

If Wei Qingyi fails to obtain the Poison Blood Sword Demon’s inheritance and the Demon Monarch blames us, forget your thousand faces. Even ten thousand wouldn’t be enough for him to cut down!"

At these words, the surroundings fell silent.

The wails of ghosts and howls of wolves stopped abruptly.

The bizarre black mist that was the Thousand-Faced Blood Demon also slowly settled, as if nothing had happened.

’That’s right,’ they thought. ’We went to great lengths to meet the conditions for opening the Blood Pool Sword Tomb. If we fail, the consequences will be dire.’

But in the next moment, the Thousand-Faced Blood Demon’s expression changed drastically, and they became consumed by rage.

"Damn it! That dog, Ten Thousand Corpses! He took advantage of our distraction and just snuck someone else in!"

...

After Qin Xuan reached the end of the bloody path, his image on the Landscape Scroll began to fade.

This symbolized that not even the Golden Core Blood Demons, with all their immense power, could peer into the deeper parts of the Blood Pool Sword Tomb.

Just then, Qin Xuan discovered a simple, black token suspended silently in mid-air. It seemed to be made of neither gold nor jade.

’This must be... the Blood Talisman inheritance that Senior Brother Wei mentioned, the one that represents the identity of a Demon Sword?’

Qin Xuan reached out to take it.

But the moment he touched the Demon Child Token, a brilliant crimson light erupted!

Qin Xuan was instantly thrown back.

A metallic, sweet taste filled his throat, and a trickle of crimson blood suddenly escaped the corner of his mouth.

The spectral image of a Female Sword Immortal holding a blood-red longsword slowly materialized. She stood in the air, her fiery red robes fluttering, looking ethereal and otherworldly.

Her every move held an indescribable and profound mystique.

"You’re the third Jia-level Incense Master to reach this place in the trial, after Wei Qingyi?"

The red-robed Sword Immortal’s voice was cold, her face obscured.

Qin Xuan was stunned.

From the Female Sword Immortal, he could feel an immensely powerful Sword Intent!

Qin Xuan bowed his head. "I am Qin Xuan. Greetings, Senior."

"There’s no need to be nervous. I have remained here for three thousand years, merely searching for an answer."

The Female Sword Immortal spoke softly, "To meet me is a stroke of fate. And you are here by fate as well. You need only follow your heart."

"If your answer satisfies me, I can make an exception and grant you an additional Lifebound Blood Talisman before you forge your Lifebound Blood Sword."

’An extra Lifebound Blood Talisman!’

He knew that disciples of the Blood Demon Sword Sect only had three opportunities to be blessed with a Blood Talisman: once when advancing from Demon Disciple to Demon Cultivator, once at Foundation Establishment, and once when opening their Purple Mansion.

’I’m at Foundation Establishment right now. If I can get an extra Blood Talisman, doesn’t that mean I’ll have three Blood Talismans before even reaching the Purple Mansion Cultivation realm?!’

Qin Xuan’s breathing grew ragged as he struggled to suppress his excitement.

"Senior, please ask your question."

The Female Sword Immortal seemed to drift into a memory.

Then, a memory that was not his own was suddenly inserted into Qin Xuan’s mind.

Like watching a movie, a series of images flashed past.

The vivid images of two women suddenly appeared before Qin Xuan.

In that instant, Qin Xuan felt as if he had lived through another person’s entire life—a life in which he met two women who were deeply etched into his heart.

One was the Senior Sister of the Righteous Path who had protected him since childhood.

The other was the Demon Dao Saintess, his childhood sweetheart.

In his youth, he was a penniless beggar. He and his childhood sweetheart would huddle together in a small, dilapidated temple, sharing begged food. They once clung to each other for warmth in a great snowstorm, relying on each other to survive.

But one night, his childhood sweetheart was abducted by a black-robed Demon Cultivator, while he, by a twist of fate, was accepted into a Daoist Sect.

When he entered the Daoist Sect alone and without support, everyone was jealous of his supreme talent and bullied him while he was still weak. Every time this happened, it was his Senior Sister who stepped forward to save him.

His Senior Sister was like the bright, pale moonlight. Though only three years his senior, she looked out for him in every way, and the two developed feelings for each other.

Twenty years later, during a trial in a Secret Realm, he found himself in grave danger, only to unexpectedly encounter his former childhood sweetheart.

Unfortunately, his childhood sweetheart was now deeply entrenched in the Demon Dao and had even become the Saintess of a Demon Sect.

Though they now stood on opposite sides of the Righteous and Demon Daos, their passion ignited like a flame to dry tinder, and in an intimate moment, they became one.

To save him, the Demon Dao Saintess went as far as betraying her master and ancestors, secretly teaching him a forbidden Demon Sect Secret Technique. Unfortunately, her actions were discovered by the Demon Sect, and his childhood sweetheart went from being the Saintess to a prisoner.

After he returned to his Sect, his master grew suspicious of him for practicing a Demonic Cultivation Technique. The master crippled his cultivation and broke every bone in his body. It was his Senior Sister who knelt for a long time outside the master’s Cave Mansion, begging for mercy, that allowed him to barely survive.

Later, it was also his Senior Sister who scoured the world for Spirit Medicine to help him return to his peak. His debt to her was as great as if she had given him a new life.

The Female Sword Immortal’s voice was cold.

"If both of these women were poisoned before you now, but you only had one antidote in your hands—an antidote that can cure any poison—who would you save?"