The conversation with Xue Wuye naturally still had a considerable impact on Zhang Ruochen.
Since, Xue Wuye was able to guess that he and Chi Yao, most likely, had an extraordinary relationship. Other people, too, must have guessed this, only that Zhang Ruochen was already dead, and so, they didn’t bother to deliberately pursue it.
However, as long as the news that Zhang Ruochen wasn’t dead got out, there were bound to be a lot of people digging for the secrets behind it, and in the end, it would surely be traced back to the Sacred Brightness Imperial Crown Prince from eight hundred years ago.
Xue Wuyi was a smart person who wouldn’t do anything that would harm others or himself, if, he wanted to spread the news out, he would have already done so, and would never have waited until now.
Most likely, so far, he was not sure whether Zhang Ruochen was an enemy or a friend?
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen didn’t have much to worry about right now, everything was allowed to develop naturally, and there would definitely be a result in the future.
Zhang Ruochen came to the Xuan Gui Sword Saint’s mansion, originally wanting to meet Huang Yichen, after all, after the Sword Discussion Conference, the two of them would definitely have fewer chances to meet.
However, he learnt that Huang Yichen was in seclusion refining a drop of the Dragon Emperor’s blood in preparation for her impact on the Fish Dragon Eighth Transformation, thus, he did not bother her.
That day, Zhang Ruochen spent all of his time, all of it, instructing Cold Snow in her sword technique. It wasn’t until the next day, the evening of the eighth day of the ninth month, that he returned to the Sword Pavilion once again.
On the ground floor of the Sword Pavilion, Room 18 of the word Qing.
This was a huge hall that was a hundred feet long and wide, appearing golden and extremely wide, the top ten ranked Sword Dao geniuses from each realm decided by the Sword Dao Competition were all gathered here.
Gai Tianjiao, Silkworm Winter, Zhao Wuyan, Han Qiu, Gai Hao, Mu Jiji, Xun Hua Liu ……, a total of dozens of people, all of them were the top sword dao geniuses of the Two Yi Sect.
All of them stood in the lower position and simultaneously saluted the Buried Moon Sword Saint, saying in unison, “Greetings to the Sword Saint.”
The Sword Saint of the Burying Moon sat on a high platform in the centre of the temple, wearing a purple shirt and a purple and gold casting dao crown, looking quite majestic as he said, “Tomorrow, is the Sword Discussion Conference. You are the top of the Sacred Transmission disciples, and will represent the Two Element Sect to participate in this event. After the recent period of cultivation, everyone’s strength has improved tremendously, and I believe that you are all ready.”
Next, the Buried Moon Sword Saint then gave another lecture before letting the crowd retreat, leaving only Gai Tianjiao and Zhang Ruochen alone.
The expression of the Buried Moon Sword Saint, was quite serious as he said, “The Sword Dao Competition has indeed selected some elite talents, it’s just a pity that they are still too young, tomorrow’s battle will mainly depend on the performance of the two of you.”
“Disciples will definitely go all out and defend the honour of the Two Yi Sect to the death.”Gai Tianjiao said.
“Disciple will definitely do my best to preserve the Sword Pavilion.”Zhang Ruochen said.
The Sword Saint of the Buried Moon nodded, and his gaze turned towards Gai Tianjiao as he asked, “Tianjiao, how many drops of divine blood have you refined in total?”
“Counting the three drops in the Divine Spring, five drops have been refined.”Gai Tianjiao said.
The Buried Moon Sword Saint said, “For the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow, do you want to rush the sixth drop?”
Gai Tianjiao smiled faintly and said, “If I hadn’t swallowed the Divine Spring, I would have been able to go ahead and try to refine another drop of Divine Blood.
“However, now that my cultivation has reached the extreme of the Fish Dragon Realm, once I start refining the divine blood, I will definitely not be able to suppress my realm, and in a matter of moments, I will break through to the Half-Saint Realm. Breaking through to the Half-Saint realm and then refining the divine blood will no longer have much significance, and will instead be a waste.”
The more divine blood a cultivator of the Fish Dragon Realm refined, the greater the benefits would be, the key being that the Saint Soul had yet to take shape. In this way, the divine marks that were cultivated could be integrated into the holy soul.
The more divine seals that were incorporated into the holy soul, the more powerful it would be, and the sharper its ability to perceive the Holy Dao. If, by controlling the Saint Soul, the power of the Divine Seal was brought into play, it was enough to crush Half-Saints of the same realm.
However, when one reached the Half-Saint realm, the holy soul had already taken shape, and even if one refined the divine blood and cultivated a divine seal, it could not be integrated into the holy soul.
Of course, half saints who refined enough divine blood could also become saints in the flesh.
Only, even the divine blood stored by the medieval lineages was quite scarce, and it was already quite good to be able to take out a few drops per era and use it to cultivate the most outstanding Fish Dragon Realm cultivator, laying down a certain foundation of the Saint Dao for him.
How could there be that much divine blood to use to cultivate a fleshly Saint?
As the saying goes, good steel was used on the blade of a knife, mainly because there was too little of it. If there were enough good steel, who wouldn’t want to create a supreme sword?
The Burying Moon Sword Saint’s gaze, looked over towards Zhang Ruochen and said, “Lin Yue, you haven’t started refining the divine blood yet, have you?”
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, “That’s right.”
The Buried Moon Sword Saint took out a three-inch square metal box from his sleeve, and with a gentle push of his palm, it turned into a wind force and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, saying, “This is a drop of Divine Blood, tomorrow, during the sacrificial ceremony before the beginning of the Discourse on the Sword Conference, you can take the opportunity to refine it with the help of the Divine Spirit’s power.”
Zhang Ruochen caught the metal box and his lips moved as if he was about to speak.
The Burial Moon Sword Saint naturally saw that there was something wrong with Zhang Ruochen’s demeanour, so, he asked, “What’s wrong? Do you still have any doubts?”
“Just one drop?”Zhang Ruochen said.
The Buried Moon Sword Saint was first stunned, and then, with a guffaw, he smiled, “This time, you try it first, and if you are able to refine it, naturally, it is a good thing. If you are unable to refine it, don’t blame yourself for wasting a drop of divine blood, when you break through the Fish Dragon Ninth Transformation, the sect will naturally give you another drop. For geniuses, the sect is never stingy.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Could it be that disciple cannot refine two drops at once?”
Hearing this, Gai Tianjiao, who was standing on the side, laughed out loud first and said, “Senior Brother Lin Yue, Senior Sister knows that you are a genius, however, you may not be aware of how enormous the power contained in the Divine Blood is. If, for example, you were able to successfully refine one drop of divine blood at the Fish Dragon Eighth Transformation, it would already be quite a remarkable achievement. You actually want to refine two drops at once?”
“Isn’t there anyone that can refine two drops of divine Blood at once?”Zhang Ruochen asked.
Gai Tianjiao shook her head and said, “In the entire Kunlun Realm, the number of Fish Dragon Realm cultivators who can refine two drops of divine blood can be counted on ten fingers. After refining the first drop of divine blood, most of them have to spend a year or two to adapt to the power of the divine Seal in their bodies and continuously hammer their physiques before they can go on to refine the second drop of divine blood.”
“A character who refined two drops of divine blood in one go has never appeared after the Middle Ages.”
The Burial Moon Sword Saint also said, “Lin Yue, don’t be over-ambitious for now, a high talent in the Dao of the Sword doesn’t mean that you can withstand the power of divine blood. A drop of divine blood, dripping on top of a Hundred Stripes Sacred Artifact, can penetrate it, so you can imagine how terrifying the power contained is? Your body, could it be that it’s even harder than a Hundred Lines Sacred Artifact, than a Hundred Lines Sacred Artifact?”
Zhang Ruochen looked at the metal box in his hand and asked, “Since, the power of Divine Blood, is so powerful, how would a cultivator be able to refine it?”
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen began to ask questions with an open mind, the Buried Moon Sword Saint, at once, nodded with satisfaction and said, “Tonight, this Saint will impart to you, the method of refining Divine Blood.”
In the time that followed, the Buried Moon Sword Saint told Zhang Ruochen all about the method of refining divine blood, as well as some matters of note.
It wasn’t until the early morning of the next day that Zhang Ruochen mastered everything, all of it.
Afterwards, the Buried Moon Sword Saint led Zhang Ruochen, to the square outside the Sword Pavilion, and step by step, he travelled upwards, until he came to the top of the altar.
On the altar, there were thousands and thousands of savage beasts, using chains to bind them. Later on, when the sacrificial ceremony began, they would all be beheaded and their blood would be used to open the Divine Bridge of Heaven and Earth and communicate with the gods.
Following the instructions of the Burial Moon Sword Saint, Zhang Ruochen sat at the bottom of a pool seven feet long and wide at the centre of the top of the altar.
“Remember, refining the divine blood is quite treacherous, the slightest mishap will result in death, if you notice that your body can’t withstand the power of the divine blood, be sure to cut off the connection with the divine blood immediately.”The Buried Moon Sword Saint urged again and again.
“Disciple understands.”
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and began to adjust his own state of mind.
The Buried Moon Sword Saint stared at Zhang Ruochen at the bottom of the pool and took a deep breath, and in his heart, he was also quite hopeful that Zhang Ruochen would be able to refine the Divine Blood, and in this way, he would be able to have the strength to fight with Shao Lin. Otherwise, he would definitely lose.
Of course, all of these words, the Moon Burying Sword Saint hid them in his heart and didn’t say them out, fearing that they would cause too much pressure on Zhang Ruochen and harm him instead.
With that, the Moon Burying Sword Saint stepped down from the altar and travelled towards the gate outside the plaza, going forward to receive the guests attending the Sword Discussion Conference.
As the sky gradually brightened up, a hundred-foot-long multicoloured holy ship, wrapped in a cloud of multicoloured haze, flew in from afar, passing through the mountainous terrain of the Ancient Divine Mountain, and landed on the summit of the Third Heavy Mountain.
Sword cultivators attending the Sword Discussion Conference came down from the top of the five-coloured holy ship in an endless stream, entering the square outside the Sword Pavilion and gathering in various directions around the altar.
The Martial Market Chambers, the Imperial Court, the Ministry of War, the Four Elephant Sect, the Devil Sect, and the Eight Trigrams Sect …… the entire Kunlun Realm, the topmost forces, all had Saint level sword cultivators leading their teams.
On top of that, there were also some loose cultivators with extremely high sword dao realms who had received invitations from the Two Element Sect to become guests at the Sword Discussion Conference.
Undoubtedly, the cultivators who were able to come to the Sword Pavilion were either first-class geniuses or Half-Saint or Saint level overlords, and there were even some old monsters of the Sword Dao who had lived for a long time and were present at the Sword Discussion Conference.
After all, during the Sword Discussion Conference, Saint level sword cultivators could enter the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion, and together, they could refer to the Wordless Sword Script. Just this point alone was an irresistible attraction to those old monsters of the Sword Dao.
“Look, the Nine Spectres Sword Saint has appeared, it’s said that today, he’s going to have a life and death duel with the Xuan Gui General Saint, and I wonder who will be the last one alive?”
The younger generation of sword cultivators were all excited to see the Nine Spectres Sword Saint.
If it wasn’t for the Sword Discussion Conference, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to see a Sword Saint in their entire lives, but today, several Sword Saints had already appeared, and each one of them was a world-famous figure.
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint wore a greenish grey cloth coat and a pair of plain straw shoes, appearing extremely ordinary, and on him, there was no aura that a strong person should have.
On top of that, the Nine Spectres Sword Saint’s five major disciples, the Saint-level sword cultivators and Half-Saint-level sword cultivators from the Eastern Domain Black Market, as well as a number of Fish Dragon Realm sword dao geniuses, close to a hundred people in total, followed behind the Nine Spectres Sword Saint, and they all appeared together as well.
Not long after, the Xuan Gui Sword Saint led the sword cultivators from the Eastern Domain Sacred Academy and also appeared in the Sword Pavilion.
The number of sword cultivators picked up by the five-coloured holy ships, was increasing, causing the Sword Pavilion to become more and more lively as well, with legendary figures appearing every now and then, causing a huge stir.
The crowd, all gathered at the bottom of the altar, and the magic snail, horns, chimes, chimes ……, and all kinds of musical instruments used in sacrifices began to play together. The sacrificial ceremony of the Sword Discussion Conference was finally about to begin.
