A set of remains from a Nascent Soul cultivator, moreover a product of the Yellow Springs Dao that had condensed an entire Dao Fruit, how could it not be a great opportunity.

Especially since Wang Yu was still young and capable of making perfect use of it.

Several old monsters at the late Nascent Soul stage exchanged glances.

Blood Origin sighed with emotion.

“It seems that in this Blood Abyss trial, that Blood Infant Fruit should have been this child’s possession from the start. With the assistance of a fourth rank puppet, no one here would be his match.”

Blood Spring stroked his beard as well.

“Matters of fate and opportunity are never something one can truly explain. Since this child can obtain such fortune, it is not impossible that he will encounter something suitable again in the future.”

Seeing the two elder brothers speaking back and forth, Blood Axe showed clear disdain.

“Nice words, but I do not see either of you actually giving him any benefits. That talisman breaking charm was given by me. If the two elder brothers truly regret wasting such talent, why not make your intentions clear.”

“This…”

“Third brother is joking.”

As the two old demons exchanged looks, both saw a trace of cunning in the other’s eyes. They would never do anything without benefit.

Cast a net and fish will appear. Set bait and birds will be caught.

This was their nature.

Only Blood Axe, who had risen together with them from humble beginnings and shared life and death bonds, could speak so frankly. If the interests of the three ever truly conflicted, the outcome would still be uncertain.

“Enough, let us stop talking about him.”

“Indeed. If Xie Xie’an follows the path we have arranged for him, he should be able to condense his Nascent Soul within two cycles of sixty years using this opportunity. By then, the truth may reveal itself.”

The voices within the Blood Cloud Forbidden Hall naturally could not be transmitted outside.

Inside Sea Cliff Cave.

Wang Yu did not deliberately conceal anything. As if sensing something, he glanced toward the sky. If he truly wanted to hide it, he had countless methods to block the soaring qi and the manifestation of strange phenomena.

This act was also a form of probing.

Sometimes, not reacting at all was itself a message.

The incident of the heaven-descending talisman has already confirmed that old monsters are watching the Blood Abyss. He did not know whether this had happened in previous sessions, but this time it was almost certainly because they had taken a liking to Xie Xie’an.

After he revealed such a trump card, there was still no response.

This precisely showed that Jiang Mingxin’s statement was correct and the speculation largely accurate. Those old monsters did not think he posed any threat.

This sense of being pre designated instead made Wang Yu relax.

Thinking about it now.

When this Blood Abyss opened, aside from the sect sending quite a few people from the master disciple faction, the number of geniuses from family factions was actually not large, even though they were normally the most numerous group.

Looking across the entire field, those so called qilin sons and phoenix daughters of famous families never appeared. Most of those competing were disciples from places like the Blood Pavilion, which cultivated individuals with inferior talent.

Such a situation could be described with just two words.

Begging for scraps.

Even Lu Chenzhou had never been tempted by the Blood Infant Fruit. His path had long been arranged by the sect master. Those geniuses who had been designated early on had no need to fight for anything.

All kinds of opportunities and resources were within easy reach.

Differences in status truly existed, and the higher one went, the clearer they became.

After understanding this point, Wang Yu felt nothing in particular. He was already climbing upward. Whether smooth or not, he still had to fight.

It was enough to take care of the present.

When the pillar of light finally receded, the Yellow Springs Earth Resentment Puppet, now completely transformed in appearance, was officially refined. Neither more nor less, it had reached the early fourth rank.

This Earth Resentment Puppet looked no different from a human.

Only its aura was utterly lifeless, devoid of any vitality. After draping it in a black robe, Wang Yu wanted to test its combat power, but it was inconvenient to act personally.

He therefore planned to go out and find a few unlucky souls to try it on.

Aside from the Yellow Springs path divine abilities, this puppet also possessed the traits of a resentment puppet. It had weak spiritual intelligence and could absorb the resentment of living beings to drive its body.

Secondly, it could fight by absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. Each use, depending on combat intensity, would require three to five years to recover using ambient qi alone.

Thirdly, it could be powered by spirit stones or mana.

If low grade spirit stones were used, a single battle would likely consume a fortune of millions. Even Wang Yu could not afford that. It was best to use supreme grade spirit stones to drive it.

After all, this thing was capable of self recovery.

As for mana, it would mainly be driven by Wang Yu’s own reserves. The strength would be somewhat weaker, but it did not cost money, making it ideal for deterrence.

Using it to bully the weak should work quite well.

The upper limit of its power was unclear, but it was certainly stronger than pseudo Nascent Soul cultivators like Huang Jiu. After all, it had truly reached the early fourth rank. Even as a puppet, it was fundamentally different.

“Let us go, Snowjade. If you do not have the fortune, then try the Profound Ice Bed. If that still does not work, I will refine some spirit pills for you.”

Snowjade: "!(◎_◎;)".

With the Yellow Springs Earth Resentment Puppet at his side, Wang Yu walked as if carried by the wind.

It had arrived at a critical moment.

Not only did it ensure Wang Yu’s safety within the Blood Abyss, even after leaving he would have no further worries. A mere Fu Xiao was nothing more than a clay chicken and straw dog.

Half a month later.

The Blood Prison Ice Plains came into view from afar. The winds were fierce and the rain bitterly cold. The ground was covered in red ice frost, and stepping on it produced a rustling sound.

Occasionally, bursts of blood colored ice spikes exploded outward like blooming lotus flowers, scattered everywhere across the Blood Prison Ice Plains.

According to Zhuo clan intelligence.

There were three major opportunities here. First were ice mutated blood beasts and demonic thralls. The Myriad Spirit Blood Essence and blood beast crystal cores they produced were most suitable for him.

Second was the Frozen Soul Wind of Crimson Snow Mountain.

The highest mountain in the Blood Prison Ice Plains, known as Crimson Snow. The Frozen Soul Wind that blew there year round could freeze souls until they shattered.

It both tempered cultivation and ranked among the world’s greatest extreme colds.

It was the cultivation ground Wang Yu had chosen. Whether for improving the quality of his mana or advancing his divine abilities, he needed such an extreme cold environment as support.

Third was the Ice Blood Pool.

It was rumored that this opportunity was nurtured only within the mountain itself. It was a location type rare treasure and also a superior place for Core Formation.

Snowjade’s opportunity lay here.

Wang Yu was not in a hurry to head up Crimson Snow Mountain to cultivate. He still needed to hunt a batch of demonic thralls and blood beasts unique to the Blood Prison Ice Plains and collect enough resources first.

Walking through the icy wilderness, his speed was not fast.

He mainly used his divine sense to probe the surroundings, unwilling to miss any opportunity. Naturally, his pace could not be quick.

Within the howling cold wind was mixed the stench of blood.

One of the region’s defining features.

Half a month after entering the Blood Prison Ice Plains.

On this day.

Amidst a field of corpses from ice blood demonic humans, Wang Yu waved his hand and put away a small ice coffin. Inside it, the cold emitting Myriad Spirit Blood Essence was already full.

Nearby, the three tailed snow fox let out several cries.

It was asking when they would find the Ice Blood Pool. The moment it heard the word pool, it became excited. Perhaps because its last transformation had been completed in a cold pool.

Such excitement was only natural.

Rubbing the fox’s head, Wang Yu was about to laugh and scold it a few times when his expression suddenly froze as he looked into the distance.

It was an acquaintance, yet not quite an acquaintance.

His heart stirred. He put Snowjade into the spirit beast pouch and rushed toward the chaotic location he had sensed.

A young cultivator wearing a light blue carefree headscarf and a front opening Eight Trigrams robe. His facial features were well proportioned, with long brows and round eyes. His fair complexion carried a hint of elegance.

At this moment, however, his hair was disheveled, his body torn and slashed by sharp weapons, looking extremely miserable.

His fleeing posture was also rather comical, with a clumsy, almost crawling quality. And his pursuer was only one person, wielding a gray flying sword.

He let out a strange laugh and told him not to run.

“Jie jie jie, little beauty. Stop running.

Otherwise do not blame this senior brother for being ruthless. You and I are from the same sect. This senior brother merely wishes to let you experience the pleasures of dragon and male union. Why be afraid.”

Hearing this, the cultivator being chased ran even faster.

He wished his parents had given birth to two extra legs for him. Yet the more one feared something, the more it came.

Only to see that gray sword artifact suddenly split into three.

From beneath both armpits and from between the legs, it violently pinned the round eyed cultivator to the blood red snowfield. His robes flapped wildly, and he nearly lost his manhood.

“My chastity is ruined.”

At the critical moment, a beam of gray death light shot over from afar.

Light type divine abilities were already extremely fast. The pursuer had all his attention on the male cultivator before him and could not perceive the true nature of this powerful divine sense.

With a moment of negligence, he was completely enveloped by the death light.

His eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only the vitality of his flesh body remained. He had been cleanly dealt with by Wang Yu in a single move.

On second thought, it made sense. A soul path divine ability driven by early fourth rank divine sense. Soul Extinguishing Death Light. If it did not possess such power, that would be strange.

After all, he was merely a Core Formation fifth layer cultivator, and a piece of trash from Evil Sword Peak. Killing him was satisfying.

As for the young man trembling all over, with his butt pressed tightly against the ground, his pupils were wide as he stared in terror at the limp body that had collapsed beneath his groin.

He hurriedly kicked the man away and shakily stood up.

Then he heard Wang Yu speak in a teasing tone.

“Junior Brother Song, do not ruin my spoils.”

The young man turned his head and felt a great sense of relief.

“So it was Senior Brother Wang. No, Elder Wang. Many thanks to the elder for saving my life.”

“There is no need to be so distant.”

Wang Yu spoke with a gentle attitude. After putting away the spoils, he began to chat with him.

This man was named Song Yun, the direct grandson of Elder Yushu.

At just over one hundred forty years of age, he had already cultivated to Core Formation third layer and was deeply favored by his elders.

Elder Yushu had long guarded the Jade Register Hall of Cold Blood Peak. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of Core Formation, he was regarded as the person most likely to break through to Nascent Soul next among those below Cold Blood Peak.

In name, he guarded the Jade Register Hall. In truth, he was in secluded cultivation.

Back when Wang Yu had just returned to the sect and changed his jade register to light his soul lamp, an elder from Evil Sword Peak had come to demand justice for Luo Chen’s death and attempted to force Wang Yu to bear thorns and plead guilty.

One of the reasons no direct action was taken was because Elder Yushu was present.

Those from the outer peaks all acknowledged Elder Yushu’s potential.

Thus, he was no ordinary figure. Later, when Wang Yu moved among the upper ranks of Cold Blood Peak, he specifically visited Elder Yushu and thereby came to know Song Yun.

Among the backings Wang Yu had arranged for himself, the Blood Eye Demonic Flood Dragon and Thunder Lord Lei Hou were both major outer peak cultivators and could not participate in the internal power shifts of Cold Blood Peak.

Considering that once he left the Blood Abyss, his contract with the Three Young Masters would end, upon discovering that the one in danger was Song Yun, he decisively took action.

“You and I are of similar age. Just call me senior brother.”

“Etiquette cannot be discarded.”

Song Yun finally regained his composure, but his temperament was rather stubborn. It was unclear whether he was truly rigid or wisely pretending to be dull.

Not getting too deeply involved with Wang Yu during the current struggle between the two Zhuo factions was actually a way to protect himself. No matter how promising Elder Yushu was, he had yet to break through.

This direct grandson of his was rather interesting.

Since the other party did not wish to deepen their ties, Wang Yu did not force the issue.

“The one chasing Junior Brother Song should have been a fellow disciple from Evil Sword Peak. What happened.”

Speaking of this, Song Yun sighed.

“Trouble comes from talking too much, and misfortune comes from sticking one’s head out.

I merely could not stand it and muttered a few words. That beast chased me for three thousand li.

He chased me all the way from the Blood Demon Sea into the Blood Prison Ice Plain. Thankfully I met Elder Wang, otherwise my life would have ended.”

“Oh.”

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes.

“While in the Blood Demon Sea, did Junior Brother Song hear of my reputation.”

“Well, no, I did not.”

Song Yun gave an awkward smile, feeling both embarrassed and unsure how to explain himself. He looked as though he wanted to comfort Wang Yu but did not know how to speak.

It was vividly lifelike.

From this, it was clear he was telling the truth.

“Junior Brother Song ran toward the Blood Prison Ice Plain because he wanted to find reinforcements. Many people have died over at the Blood Demon Sea. With your cultivation, you should not go back there.”

“Heh heh, Elder Wang is right.”

Since they had met, they traveled together for a while.

Mainly, Wang Yu wanted to ask where the fellow disciples of Cold Blood Peak were cultivating. He had no other intentions, merely to avoid conflicts.

He had already drawn enough attention and should lie low.

Song Yun enthusiastically pointed out several routes for him.

Then he hesitated and said.

“A life saving grace cannot go unrepaid. With Elder Wang’s status, you surely do not care for spirit stones as repayment. Song Yun is relatively familiar with the Blood Prison Ice Plain.

“How about I point out some opportunities here for the elder.”

The only opportunity in this place that needed guidance was the Ice Blood Pool. Judging by Elder Yushu’s status, Song Yun might truly know something through him.

Since the Ice Blood Pool was a spiritual land type opportunity, one location should be usable multiple times.

Sensing the agitation within the spirit beast pouch, Wang Yu patted it, signaling Snowjade to calm down.

“I have no particular direction anyway. I will hear what insights Junior Brother Song has.”

Song Yun thought for a moment and pointed toward the northeast.

“I think in that direction, there is a peculiar peak resembling a Wangfu Stone (Waiting Husband Stone)[1]. The stone cavern is three zhang deep. If one starts the Eight Trigrams Steps from the Xun position[2] and walks three full circles, one should reach a pool of Ice-Blood Pool. What does Elder Wang think?”

“Good, then we'll follow your advice!”

Hearing this, Song Yun gave a simple and honest smile.

“It was merely a jest. Since the elder accepts it, Song Yun will take his leave first. After Elder Wang gains something, come to Crimson Snow Mountain for an exchange.”

“That would be excellent.”

Wang Yu did not suspect that the other party was deceiving him. There was no need.

The information was so detailed that unless one was an idiot, it was impossible not to see Song Yun’s intent.

He was grateful for the life saving favor, but did not wish to deepen the relationship. Thus, he made a token gesture, and the talk of exchanging was purely polite.

After such an unexpected incident, Wang Yu did not think much of it.

If he truly could not find it himself, he could also ask Yan Ling to share one or two Ice Blood Pool opportunity sites, just as previously discussed.

This was a spiritual land type opportunity. Unless seas turned into mulberry fields, it would not easily change location.

Cold Blood Peak cultivators seized the Blood Prison Ice Plain every time the trial opened. It was natural that they possessed the most information.

It would not even be surprising if they had fully explored it.

Yan Ling certainly knew more Ice Blood Pool locations. Thus, even if he had not met Song Yun, he would most likely have obtained one.

This three tailed snow fox had truly followed the right person in Wang Yu. Otherwise, how could it receive so many opportunities fed to it.

A fox that won by lying down. He would have to discipline it properly in the future to vent his displeasure.

“Hmph.”

After moving only a few hundred li toward the northeast, that peculiar mountain peak resembling a Wangfu Stone came into view.

“One thousand nine hundred meters. Truly tall.”

[1]:- Wangfu Stone or Husband-Gazing Stone is a famous Chinese folklore rock formation where a woman supposedly turned to stone while waiting for her husband.

[2]:- Xun position. One of the eight trigram directions (southeast, associated with wind).