I Have an Omen System-Chapter 93 - 91: Divine Blood Refining Truth

「Meanwhile, elsewhere.」

Xiao Ran and Hou Qi had just barely managed to break through the Demonic Sound of the bloody path.

The phantom of a Female Sword Immortal holding a blood-red longsword slowly materialized, hovering in the air.

The Female Sword Immortal’s voice was cold. Her face was expressionless, as if she were a pre-set program as she asked the same question again. "Who will you choose?"

A glint in his eyes, Hou Qi pondered for a moment before saying, "Senior, I choose to save the Demon Dao Saintess, his childhood sweetheart!"

The Female Sword Immortal asked, "Why?"

Hou Qi rejoiced inwardly, knowing he had made the right gamble.

"Replying to Senior, we Demon Cultivators only seek to follow our hearts’ desires. That man is too hypocritical. One look is all it takes to see he’s a faithless man."

"The Senior Sister of the Righteous Path was merely using the authority within her power to offer help."

"But the Demon Dao Saintess gave her all, even betraying her Sect for him. In comparison, this junior believes that any normal man would know how to choose!"

A barely perceptible smile touched the corners of the Female Sword Immortal’s mouth. "Yes, any normal man should know who treats him better."

Two streams of tears silently traced paths down her cheeks.

"But why couldn’t he understand?"

Hou Qi’s expression shifted. He immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed forcefully, his tough Foundation Establishment Flesh Body bruising his forehead blue-black against the ground.

"Senior, why be saddened? A faithless man wouldn’t be a faithless man if he didn’t cast aside the old for the new.

"He’s lucky he didn’t run into this junior. Otherwise, I would have made him wish for a life he couldn’t have and a death he couldn’t reach!"

Hou Qi said, filled with righteous indignation.

The Female Sword Immortal shook her head slightly. "You are not his match. Not even before your Reincarnation, when you possessed the strongest Profound Snake Dharma Aspect."

Hou Qi’s heart skipped a beat, his expression changing in horror.

’This senior is just an inheritance phantom. How can she see through my background?!’

The Female Sword Immortal’s robes fluttered. A hint of gratification flashed in her eyes as she looked at Hou Qi.

"Do not be afraid. Although your answer smacks of pandering, This Seat is very satisfied."

"Go on. Find the second Blood Talisman you left behind in your past life. This Seat has already erased the karmic machinations left on it by a certain schemer."

SPLASH!

The crimson Blood Pool suddenly parted, revealing a blood-red line like an arrow, guiding Hou Qi.

Overjoyed, Hou Qi knelt again and kowtowed loudly. "This junior will never forget Senior’s immense grace for the rest of my life!"

...

Faced with the same question, Xiao Ran’s answer was different.

The Female Sword Immortal’s voice was cold. "Who do you choose?"

Xiao Ran pondered for a long time. "Replying to Senior, I choose to save the ’white moonlight’ Senior Sister."

The Female Sword Immortal raised a delicate eyebrow. "Why?"

Completely oblivious to the subtle change in the Female Sword Immortal’s expression, Xiao Ran continued foolishly:

"Although the Demon Dao Saintess was his childhood sweetheart, they ultimately went their separate ways for over twenty years. Even if they met by chance, it was nothing more than a fleeting affair.

"In this junior’s opinion, the Senior Sister is his one true love. Otherwise, why would the man return to the Righteous Sect after learning a Demonic Cultivation Technique?"

"He must have developed feelings for his Senior Sister and pledged his life to her. The so-called childhood sweetheart was just a beautiful mistake."

"Heh, heh..."

"A mistake? What a ’developed feelings,’ what a ’pledged his life to her.’"

The Female Sword Immortal gave a shrill laugh, her silver teeth grinding with an audible CRUNCH as her expression changed abruptly.

"Since you choose her, I will let you taste the bitterness of losing all your Cultivation.

"This Seat would like to see if, besides Chen Xiao, there is another Senior Sister who can come and restore you to your peak!"

The Female Sword Immortal stared intently at Xiao Ran’s face. In her daze, his features seemed to shift and blur until he looked exactly like that faithless man from all those years ago.

The resentment in her heart could not be suppressed.

BOOM!

The blood-red longsword in her hand flashed with a stunning Sword-light.

"Ah!" Xiao Ran wailed. In an instant, he felt his entire Cultivation dissipate once again.

—Wait, why "once again"?

With this question on his mind, Xiao Ran lost consciousness.

The Female Sword Immortal’s willow-like brows were knitted in anger, her fury yet to subside.

Her ethereal figure floated in the void, her robes fluttering. Dressed in red like fire, she seemed to be waiting for something.

After a long moment, a long, leisurely sigh came from the simple, ancient pendant around Xiao Ran’s neck.

"Sigh... You punk, you could have provoked anyone, but you had to go and provoke Senior Sister Chuu.

"She has a fiery temper. Even I had to think thrice before speaking to her when I was alive."

"And now, because of you, I have to take a hit from her Ten Thousand Forms Blood Sword. Who knows how long I’ll be asleep this time."

The next moment, a white, misty soul emerged from the ring pendant, coalescing into the form of a white-haired old man.

The Female Sword Immortal’s gaze was indifferent and detached. The crimson sword in her hand pulsed with light before she brought it down heavily on the misty old man. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Elder Chen did not dodge or evade, taking the full force of the sword strike.

Seeing that his dense soul-body had instantly thinned by more than ninety percent, the Female Sword Immortal was finally satisfied. She dissipated into motes of starlight.

A look of fondness in his cloudy eyes, Elder Chen watched with reluctance as the last wisp of the Female Sword Immortal’s Divine Thought vanished.

With a wave of his hand,

Xiao Ran’s Foundation Establishment Third Level Cultivation, which had just been severed, was bizarrely restored.

However, this time the Cultivation was not like something put on. It was as if two completely different people—Xiao Ran and his Cultivation—had been forcibly kneaded together into one!

"Sigh... This is the best I can do...

"As long as we can last until the Foundation Establishment Pacification War and I get you back to Daqian, my plan will be halfway to success."

Having done all this, Elder Chen’s soul was as transparent as glass, a far cry from its former glory.

But before falling into a deep sleep, he didn’t forget to erase Xiao Ran’s related, inappropriate memories.

...

After the Female Sword Immortal disappeared, the scene within the Blood Pool returned to normal.

Within the Blood Pool Sword Tomb, countless ancient swords stood like a forest.

Demon Sect Ancient Swords of all shapes and sizes, their sharp edges exposed, hovered silently upright in the Blood Pool.

’The Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman was a gift from the senior Female Sword Immortal, which means I can still obtain one more Blood Talisman...’

Qin Xuan surveyed his surroundings, his gaze shifting slightly.

Strangely enough, because his Cultivation had not yet reached the Purple Mansion Realm, he should have been unable to approach or touch any of the Demon Sect Ancient Swords that had slept in the Blood Pool for thousands of years.

Yet, after he took hold of the Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman, a portion of the Demon Swords actually began to approach him on their own!

Qin Xuan paid them no mind.

’The ones that come to me on their own are definitely weaklings.’

His attention was fixed on the Demon Sword in the far distance—one that was wreathed in black energy, heavy and ancient, and as deep and dark as ink.

An ancient seal script character was even carved on its body: "Divine."

’Since I’m here, of course I’m going to take the best one!’

The many Demon Swords here all had different appearances.

Some were filthy, others had bizarre colors, and still others oozed wisps of poisonous mist, twisting like living things...

But none were like that one Demon Sword. Its body was clearly engraved with only a single, simple ancient character, looking perfectly ordinary, yet not a single other Demon Sword dared to approach it!

Qin Xuan pushed forward against the immense pressure.

Using his Lifebound Longsword, he forcibly carved a path through the blood under the immense pressure of the Divine Blood Demon Sword.

The moment he touched the Divine Blood Demon Sword, a magnificent, blood-red radiance erupted!

The entire Blood Pool began to boil, bubbling and gurgling.

As if sensing a long-awaited call, hundreds of Demon Swords began to ring out with clear, resonant cries.

Qin Xuan was startled.

His original intention was only to inscribe a Blood Talisman of the Divine Blood Demon Sword, but from the looks of it... the sword seemed to have latched onto him!

A grand and indifferent Demonic Sound resounded.

"My name is Dugu Hao. To inherit my sword is to inherit my grievances. I hope you will be cautious and discerning."

BOOM!

A powerful suction force erupted from the Demon Sword, drawing all the Demonic Essence from his body into it and nearly sucking him dry.

It was another Purgatory Level Blood Talisman, also from a Nascent Soul Demon Monarch, this one with the title "Divine Blood Refining Truth"!