91: Chapter 91 Blood Demon Successor

"Master, are you going to Cultivate immortals with me?"

Wang Shouren nodded, but in his heart, he was not as certain as he appeared on the surface.

The Family's intention was very clear: Wang Qingxin could choose any orthodox Cultivation Technique from the Wang Family, either Metal or Wood, following the path of the Xuanmen Righteous Path—steady and foolproof.

This was naturally the Family's protection for her, but he always felt that leaving a fine Blood Spiritual Root unused and letting a sapling born for the Blood Dao Cultivate ordinary Cultivation Techniques was truly a waste of a heavenly gift.

The Wang Family was an orthodox Xuanmen lineage, and the Family's decision was faultless.

But he did not want to do it this way. He had the black lotus and was confident that he could suppress the backlash of the blood fiend for her, and could even use methods right now to stabilize her Foundation.

But what about the Cultivation Technique?

Where could he find a Cultivation Technique suitable for a Blood Spiritual Root?

He rubbed the space between his brows, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind: Blood Demon Elder!

Wasn't the Blood Demon Scripture left behind by that old monster, along with that cattail hassock sealing a massive amount of blood fiend Qi, a ready-made Blood Dao Legacy?

But this right of choice still had to be handed over to Wang Qingxin herself.

"Qingxin." He straightened his expression and stopped beating around the bush.

"There are two paths before you.

The first is that I teach you the orthodox Xuanmen and the magnificent Righteous Path; your Foundation will be solid, your Cultivation will be steady, and no matter where you go, no one will criticize you.

But your Blood Spiritual Root cannot unleash its talent under Xuanmen Cultivation Techniques, and your Cultivation speed will be several times slower than the Blood Dao. The second—"

He paused, his gaze falling upon her earnest and stubborn eyes.

"I have a Blood Dao Cultivation Technique in my hands called the Blood Demon Scripture. It can completely unleash your Blood Spiritual Root, and your Cultivation speed will far exceed your peers. But the price is that this technique was once used by Demonic Cultivators, and cultivating it means you can no longer walk the path of the Xuanmen orthodoxy.

The Righteous Path of Yue Country cannot tolerate Blood Cultivators, and once discovered, it will be huge trouble."

Wang Qingxin listened quietly, and those eyes lit up.

She did not ask how dangerous the Blood Demon Scripture was, nor did she ask what would happen if she was discovered. "Whichever path Master tells me to Cultivate, I will Cultivate."

Wang Shouren was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and flicked her forehead: "Call me older brother."

"...Brother."

Yet Wang Shouren did not make the decision for her as he usually did.

He was silent for a very long time. The flame of the oil lamp jumped back and forth between the two of them until a lamp flower formed on the wick. Only then did he speak again, his tone more solemn than any time before.

"This path must be chosen by yourself." He straightened his body, placed his hands on his knees, and matched his gaze with hers.

"Qingxin, I won't hide it from you. Your Aptitude is very good, and no matter which one you Cultivate, your future achievements will not be weaker than mine. In my heart, I do hope that you can take the path of the Blood Demon Scripture; a Blood Spiritual Root matched with a Blood Dao Cultivation Technique is like a tiger adding wings, and I am indeed confident that I have methods to suppress the side effects of the Blood Demon Scripture for you."

He paused, softening his tone a bit. "But when all is said and done, these are just my assumptions; they have not been practiced or verified. If something goes wrong and the blood fiend backfires, at best your Meridians will be completely destroyed and you will be reduced to a cripple, and at worst your Divine Sense will be eroded by the blood fiend, turning into a lunatic who only knows how to kill.

By that time, not only will you be damned for eternity, but the entire Wang Family will also be jointly exterminated by the Three Sects for harboring a Blood Cultivator."

He broke down the hazards of the Blood Demon Scripture one by one to explain them to her: what it felt like when the blood fiend devoured the heart, how the Three Sects of Yue Country hunted down Demonic Cultivators to the last, and how Ning Chuan turned from a living person into a monster that only knew how to suck blood.

He spoke very slowly and in great detail, using words she could understand, without exaggeration or concealment.

Wang Qingxin listened quietly from beginning to end.

When he finished speaking, she tilted her head to think, then broke into a smile, her voice as lighthearted as if she were talking about the nice weather today: "Brother, I choose the Blood Demon Scripture."

Wang Shouren was slightly startled: "Why?"

"No reason." She still maintained that matter-of-course appearance: "I like it."

She secretly added a sentence in her heart: What older brother likes is what I like.

She wasn't very good at speaking those convoluted words, but her eyes were very sharp.

From beginning to end, every time Master spoke of a bad thing about the Blood Demon Scripture, the next sentence followed with an explanation for it.

Only when a person truly likes something would they repeatedly emphasize its bad points like this.

Since Master likes it, she likes it too.

Wang Shouren took out a blank Jade Slip and pressed it against the space between his brows.

The complete incantation of the Blood Demon Scripture, along with Blood Demon Elder's hundreds of years of Cultivation insights, were all carved into it by him.

He placed the Jade Slip on the table, not handing it directly to Wang Qingxin, but spoke first.

"Keep this Jade Slip well, carry it close to your body, and do not show it to others. As for the Cultivation Technique and insights inside, you can read them yourself after you enter the threshold and generate your Divine Sense. Tonight, I will first help you guide Qi into your body."

Wang Qingxin took the Jade Slip, clutched it in her palm, and nodded vigorously.

Guiding Qi into the body—for any child who had just tested their Spiritual Root, it would require at least several days or even months of repeated attempts.

Sensing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was the first barrier, guiding the Spiritual Qi into the Meridians was the second barrier, and letting the Spiritual Qi sink into the Dantian was the third barrier.

Passing each of these three barriers required painstaking effort and could not be rushed.

Wang Qingxin was firstly illiterate, and secondly had no Cultivation whatsoever. She couldn't even recognize the most basic Meridians and Acupoints. If she relied on herself to Cultivate step by step, just recognizing the Meridian diagram would take her ten and a half months.

Wang Shouren did not plan to do it step by step.

He pressed his palm against Wang Qingxin's back, and a trace of extremely subtle crimson-gold thunder power was transferred from his palm into her body, suppressed to be extremely soft and slow, carrying a gentle warmth as it slowly traveled upward along her Governor Vessel.

Wang Qingxin only felt that her back was like pressing against a stone warmed by the sun, making her feel so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"This is the best aid for guiding Qi, a method frequently used by Foundation Establishment Cultivators when clearing Meridians for their juniors. Although my Cultivation has not yet reached Foundation Establishment, my Cultivation Technique is special, and thunder magic also has the effect of opening paths."

Wang Shouren's voice sounded behind her, unhurried. As he spoke, he fished a porcelain bottle out of his bosom, poured out a dragon-eye-sized peiyuan pill, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The peiyuan pill melted upon entering the mouth, and a gentle medicinal power spread along the Meridians, cooperating internally and externally with Wang Shouren's thunder power—one clearing the Meridians and the other nourishing the Dantian.

When ordinary families laid Foundations for newly entered disciples, being able to allocate one or two Low Grade peiyuan pills was already a generous treatment. Yet Wang Shouren didn't even blink his eyelids, shoving peiyuan pills into Wang Qingxin's mouth one after another. With the medicinal power continuously following, her Meridians were washed open inch by inch without any stagnation.

If outside Loose Cultivators saw this extravagance, they would probably be so envious that they would grit their teeth until they broke.

"Calm your mind and concentrate, sense the Spiritual Qi." Wang Shouren's voice was as steady as a bell.

Wang Qingxin closed her eyes as instructed.

She didn't understand anything, but she had a talent that others could only look up to with despair: her heart was cold enough.

A child who had been beaten, scolded, and disliked since she could remember had long since learned to shrink her consciousness into the smallest, quietest corner amidst fists, kicks, and abuse.

The hardest barrier of guiding Qi into the body—discarding distracting thoughts and calming the mind—wasn't a barrier at all for her.

Almost the moment she closed her eyes, she sensed those tiny specks of light floating in the air like fireflies.

They hovered around her fingertips, icy cold, carrying an indescribable closeness.

"I feel them." She said softly.

Wang Shouren raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had seen quite a few disciples in the Family guiding Qi for the first time, and the fastest one took three days to sense Spiritual Qi.

This was only a few dozen breaths.

He suppressed the complex taste in his heart, which was unclear whether it was envy or emotion, and continued to guide: "Imagine there is a river in your body flowing from the Dantian to the whole body. The Spiritual Qi is the river water; use your will to guide the Spiritual Qi into the Dantian. Don't rush, take it slow."

One night passed.

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the window lattice and fell into the quiet room, the first wisp of spiritual power had already condensed in Wang Qingxin's Dantian.

That wisp of spiritual power was extremely thin and faint, but amazingly pure, slowly rotating in her Dantian as if breathing.

When the Blood Spiritual Root guided Qi into the body, the summoned Spiritual Qi naturally carried the blood fiend attribute after being transformed by the Spiritual Root. Although that bloody spiritual power was faint, it vaguely emitted a heart-palpitating sharpness, like a blade sharpened in the womb.

Wang Shouren withdrew his palm and lowered his head to look at the little girl sitting cross-legged on the cattail hassock.

Guiding Qi into the body in one night—he back then used a full three days.

This girl's Aptitude was more than just good; it was simply that of a Prodigy.

He thought about it, and then thought of Tian Zhen, that mutant attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root of the Spirit Sword Sect, the top Aptitude among Single Spiritual Roots. Logically speaking, his Cultivation speed was already beyond what ordinary people could reach.

If the Spirit Sword Sect knew that the Wang Family was hiding such a treasure, probably even the Golden Core Old Ancestor wouldn't be able to sit still.

"Brother, did I do something wrong?"

Wang Qingxin opened her eyes and looked at him somewhat uneasily.

She felt that the bloody spiritual power in her body was completely different from the warm and fierce thunder power on Master, which made her a little scared. Would it make Master angry?

"No." Wang Shouren withdrew his hand, tucked a wisp of sweat-dampened stray hair from her forehead behind her ear, and unconsciously softened his tone, making it very light and gentle. "You did very well, much stronger than I was back then."