Chapter 553 - 553 Invincible in the Spirit World!
553 Invincible in the Spirit World!
Choosing this path was certainly better than moving ahead cluelessly. “Then lead the way,” Qin Huai said, looking at Long Huixing without any hint of emotion.
“Alright!” Long Huixing accepted immediately, his enthusiasm shining through. “I happen to know that a great opportunity has surfaced in the spirit blood level recently. It’s an opportunity that can enable a martial artist to merge their blood essence and soul overnight!”
Long Huixing revealed a startling piece of news. As Kong Binghuang had informed, once his blood, bones, and organs fused with his soul, ascending to the king realm or the spirit realm, would be natural.
“You may not be aware, but ordinary martial artists need at least five to ten years to achieve the fusion of their blood essence and soul in the spirit blood level,” Long Huixing explained. “And as you already know, any martial artist who can enter the visceral prefecture realm and secure spirit stones to enter the spirit world is highly talented and possesses great status.
“Yet, even they must painstakingly devote five to ten years in this spirit world where geniuses are as common as dogs. I’m sure you understand the importance of this rare opportunity, right?”
Long Huixing hammered on the significance of this opportunity, his words almost having a hypnotic effect.
“Then let’s go and have a look,” Qin Huai said, his voice steady and resolute. He was curious to evaluate his current blood essence power level within the entirety of Great You.
As for this rare opportunity, he was naturally inclined towards it. The prospect of saving five to ten years was enticing for any martial artist.
Qin Huai followed behind Long Huixing through the surrounding forest, the trees appearing incredibly lifelike. Even upon touching them, he couldn’t discern any difference from the real world.
The spirit world was truly mystical, he pondered.
“Judging by your accent, I believe you’re not from the provinces near Youzhou. I’ve traveled extensively and am proficient in local dialects,” Long Huixing casually conversed while leading the way.
“And where do you think I’m from?”Qin Huai asked, unflustered.
“What a coincidence! There are only two places in the sixteen prefectures of Great You that I’ve yet to visit. One is the remote Qingzhou, under the protection of the Kun Peng clan, and the other is the northernmost part of Great You near the Demon Valley, known as the Cold Region. If my guess is correct, you’re from one of these two places,” Long Huixing declared, his face beaming with smugness. Despite his question, he seemed to have already reached an answer.
Qin Huai remained silent, choosing not to respond to Long Huixing’s conjecture. The latter proved himself deserving of his role as the head of the prince’s guards with his impressive knowledge. Yet, Long Huixing didn’t press further, changing the topic instead.
“The strongest person in the spirit blood level currently is Bai Shiquan of the Tiger clan. Along with his robust blood essence, he possesses the tiger stripe soaring body technique. This enables him to maximize his blood essence within a short span. In the entire spirit blood level, he remains unmatched!” Long Huixing’s tone turned grave.
Bai Shiquan, a name Qin Huai embedded in his memory. Since Long Huixing had ascertained his origins, Qin Huai made an effort to remain silent, aiming to prevent Long Huixing from harboring any ulterior motives that might pose unforeseen problems for his journey to Qingzhou.
Qin Huai also learned the name of their destination from Long Huixing: Flourishing Water Lake. Also known as Ancestor Blood Lake, it supposedly contained the blood of numerous ancestors. Regardless of one’s clan, one could always find their bloodline ancestor in this lake. One might even obtain an inheritance from it.
Not long after, Qin Huai arrived at the lakeside. Around him, there were no less than a hundred martial artists, their formidable blood qi serving as a stark contrast to the serene blue lake before them.
Qin Huai was acutely aware that he needed to be on high alert. The hundred people around him were far from insignificant. These were genuine visceral prefecture realm experts, extraordinarily talented individuals who had transcended their peers to enter the spirit world.
“Over a hundred visceral prefecture realm experts…” Qin Huai surveyed the overwhelming auras surrounding him and couldn’t help but marvel. Such a remarkable sight was seldom seen, even in the chaotic province of Qingzhou.
“My lord, be careful. While most of these people match my strength, their advantage lies in their numbers,” Long Huixing warned Qin Huai, his expression serious. “Once they realize your strength significantly surpasses theirs, they’ll likely collaborate to eliminate you before proceeding to the next stage of the competition.”
“The same level as you?” Qin Huai raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
“Well… That might be a bit exaggerated. At least one-third of them could either match me or surpass me by a hair’s breadth!” Long Huixing quickly amended, a hint of arrogance seeping into his words.
However, Qin Huai brushed off his comment. The punch he had thrown at Long Huixing only constituted thirty percent of his strength. His qi and blood essence were far more profound than anyone could fathom.
Whether it was accumulating experience orbs or stockpiling endless blood, his gains over the years far exceeded everyone’s understanding and imagination. If it were solely a contest of vitality, Qin Huai felt confident he could rival the white-robed king.
His mind returning to the task at hand, Qin Huai focused his attention on the tranquil blue lake. No disturbances arose, yet the water’s surface rippled subtly, each wave causing hearts to pound.
“As the ripples continue to intensify, the lake will turn a blood-red hue. Then, the water before us will become sacred,” a voice emanated from the bushes. “It takes merely three days for it to enable us to fuse with our spirit blood, advancing us to the second level!”
Qin Huai tuned in, trying to determine the source of the voice. This was an interesting situation — everyone here had a mix of intentions. He could feel the robust blood and qi around him…
Boom!
Suddenly, it felt like a mountain was plummeting from the sky. The ground trembled, and the forest swayed under the terrifying pressure, fallen leaves dancing in the air.
All eyes, including Qin Huai’s, turned towards a figure in the nearby forest. The person was as white as snow, his eyes radiating golden light, his muscles chiseled and defined.
“In the spirit world, not only can one leverage their blood essence, but the power of that essence also amplifies,” Long Huixing managed to explain, despite the mounting pressure. “In simpler terms, it’s like I’ve infused my soul into my blood essence. Hence, the peculiar aura.”
As he spoke, Long Huixing subtly retreated behind Qin Huai. “Now you understand what it means to be superior.” He flashed a toothy grin.
“Given the rules you mentioned earlier, right now, we should…” Before Qin Huai could finish his thought, a chorus of defiant roars rang out.
“Once we get rid of Bai Shiquan, we’ll rely on our own abilities for this opportunity!” With that, dozens of martial artists lunged toward Bai Shiquan.
“Ridiculous,” the snow-white man scoffed, hardly bothered. The next moment, his body radiated a wave of potent blood essence, causing a shockwave within the spirit world and catapulting those nearest to him.
Whoosh!
A flicker of cold light later, Bai Shiquan had intercepted one of the attackers. “Pathetic ant.”
His scornful aura and indifferent gaze caused the martial artist’s face to flush instantly. “You crazy—” But before the man could finish his retort, Bai Shiquan’s fist connected with his face.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, he disappeared instantly from the spirit world.