Chapter 81 Blood Demon Sect

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 Blood Demon Sect

“Greetings, Elder Yin.”

As Yin Daoyan stepped into Miao Shou Garden, a young man greeted him with a cupped fist salute.

The man appeared no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in Qing Yi, gentle and refined, eliciting a natural fondness at first glance.

“Sishan! So that old thing from the Jing hall is here, where is he?”

Gao Sishan dared not be negligent and hastily replied, “Master is waiting in the inner hall.”

Yin Daoyan continued forward without pause, stepping through the archway, only to see a beardless old man sitting in a Taishi Chair, savoring tea with an aura of leisure about him.

Behind the old man stood a tall and upright youth, with lively black eyes, black hair tied with a white ribbon, and a face chiseled like a blade, exuding a sword-like disposition.

“Old fool, you’re not dead yet?”

Yin Daoyan’s opening words upon entering the room caused Elder Jing sitting on the Taishi Chair to tremble, spilling tea.

With a cold snort, he slammed the teacup onto the table.

“Nothing good comes out of a dog’s mouth; I’m still here to light incense for you! Even if you die, I won’t.”

The two exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

They were excellent friends; otherwise, they wouldn’t start cursing upon meeting. Only good friends or sworn enemies could joke like this.

After the verbal exchange, Yin Daoyan sat gracefully in a chair.

“I didn’t expect the Sect Master to send you over.”

“With the Blood Soul Pill resurfacing, and the Blood Demon Sect’s revival, if it weren’t for the Sect Master at a critical point in cultivation, he would have come instead of me.”

Yin Daoyan’s expression brightened: “The Sect Master is about to break through?”

Jing Tang shook his head with a bitter smile: “It’s not that easy. For millennia, the Transcendent realm existed only in legends; this is merely a minor breakthrough.”

Yin Daoyan sighed, not saying more.

“Alright, let’s not talk about this. What’s going on with the Blood Soul Pill?”

Yin Daoyan pondered for a moment before saying, “This must start from the rebellion in Black Mountain County…”

He recounted in detail how he discovered the Blood Soul Pill, and produced the portrait of “Korean Strategist” drawn by Zhong Lin.

Jing Tang examined it closely and shook his head: “Never seen him, are you sure it’s the real person and not a disguise?”

“Not sure, but this person did present himself with this face, and since disappearing from Black Mountain County, he has never been seen again, as if he never existed.”

Jing Tang set the picture aside and sighed: “A needle in a haystack!”

“Even if it’s a needle in a haystack, we must investigate. We know the terror of the Blood Demon Sect, even if others don’t. They use people as fuel and myriad spirits as elixirs. If the Blood Demon Sect revives, the world will be in chaos, life suffering, and we Martial Artists will be their prey, the meat on their plates. They are a heartless group of demons,” Yin Daoyan said with hatred.

“Don’t get so worked up. I only said it’s hard to investigate, not that we won’t. Rest assured, the Blood Demon Sect is like a street rat; once they appear, the whole world will strike them down. I will spread this matter among nations in the Sect Master’s name; they can’t escape.”

The sect’s classics recorded the past brutality of the Blood Demon Sect, which practiced Demon Techniques, refining elixirs with human essence and blood. The nation’s people, especially accomplished martial artists, were resources for their cultivation, and they used Secret Techniques to create mindless “Blood Men,” wreaking havoc and misery, leaving ten rooms out of ten empty.

It can be said that the Blood Demon Sect is the common enemy of all living beings, and upon discovery, the world will unite to strike them down.

“Enough of this, Yan’er, come greet Elder Yin. Haven’t you always said Elder Yin’s alchemy and medicine are unparalleled, the person you admire most?”

Jing Tang turned his head to the youth behind him with a smile.

The youth promptly stepped forward, kneeling before Yin Daoyan with a thud.

“Disciple Jing Yan, greets Elder Yin.”

Yin Daoyan gave Jing Tang an amused look: “Unparalleled in alchemy and medicine? Admired most? Jing, you’re implying something!”

“Haha, knew I couldn’t hide it from you.”

Elder Jing Tang laughed heartily.

“This is my nephew Jing Yan, reasonably talented, just promoted to Second Grade Alchemist a while ago. You’ve never had a disciple, how do you find him?”

“Second Grade Alchemist, really?”

Yin Daoyan’s face showed surprise.

A Second Grade Alchemist means being able to independently craft Qi Blood Pills, Five Spirit Pills, and Red Blood Pills, all targeting the Middle Third Grades martial artists’ cultivation.

A Second Grade Alchemist is even rarer than a Middle Third Grades martial artist, making them honored guests in any faction.

The young man before him seemed only sixteen or seventeen, yet could craft Second Grade elixirs, showcasing his talent.

Jing Yan took out a wooden box from his breast pocket. Upon opening, a crimson elixir appeared, and a rich elixir fragrance wafted out.

“This is a Red Blood Pill I crafted, please critique it, Elder Yin.”

“Stand up!”

Yin Daoyan took the wooden box, examining it carefully, then scraped a bit of powder with his nail to taste it.

“Not bad, it is indeed a Red Blood Pill, with minimal impurities and excellent quality. At such a young age, able to craft a Red Blood Pill, it seems your Jing family must have ancestral blessings to produce such a prodigy.”

Jing Tang laughed heartily, face full of pride.

“That’s why I shamelessly came to you; what do you think, is Yan’er worth your consideration?”

“Such an alchemical genius would be nurtured in any faction; given time, he could surely rise to a Third Grade Alchemist, on par with me.”

“Alas! Over-humility is inappropriate; you’re a Fourth Grade Alchemist, and Yan’er couldn’t keep up with you even if he tried,” Jing Tang laughed.

“What a pity!”

Jing Tang felt a sense of foreboding.

“What a pity?”

“It’s a pity I already have a disciple. You know my lineage only passes down singly,” Yin Daoyan shook his head.

Jing Tang was taken aback, brow slightly furrowed.

“Yin Daoyan, when did you take a disciple, and why didn’t I know?”

“It happened serendipitously, just half a month ago, and I haven’t brought him back to the Sect to pay respects to the Ancestral Master or register him yet,” Yin Daoyan smiled widely.

“You seem very pleased with this new disciple! I wonder whose talented youth could catch your eye?” Jing Tang asked, curious.

He knew his friend’s temperament well, having high standards and rarely being impressed.

“Haha, not a family’s prodigy, merely a hunter’s son from Black Mountain County.”

“That’s truly unfortunate then,” Jing Tang lamented, “looks like Yan’er doesn’t have the fortune!”

“It’s okay, if Jing Yan is willing, I am also willing to impart all my alchemical knowledge to him.”

“Thank you very much, Jing Yan, quickly thank Elder Yin.”

Jing Yan restrained his inner disappointment, kneeling once more to bow.

“Jing Yan, thanks Elder Yin.”

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