Supreme Emperor of Swords

“It’s the Bi Fang’s blood essence. You think all the blood in the Bi Fang’s body is its blood essence? Of course not! Besides, this one is underaged. I had to drain all its blood and could only refine one pill. So, what do you think? I’m a pal to you, ain’t I?” Uncle Tianshu said, raising his arm and tossing a crimson blood essence elixir to Ding Hao.

It was such a precious crimson elixir. In the outside world, countless martial artists of the Divine Central Continent would go mad trying to seize it. It would lead to endless carnage and an appalling war with long trails of blood. Those super forces would be willing to pay a huge price for it.

Yet Tianshu just tossed it casually to Ding Hao.

As if throwing a piece of trash.

Ding Hao caught the elixir in his hand. He only felt a burning sensation in his palm. It was quite incredible.

He had acquired this treasure so easily, but Tianshu was a cunning, greedy and miserly profiteer. He even embezzled part of those slum kids’ share. Did he just toss Ding Hao a precious blood essence elixir?

There wasn’t any conspiracy in this, was there?

Could this Blood Pill be poisonous?

“Is this old fella trying to poison me to death and seize the entire Bi Fang for himself?”

“F*ck, what kind of a look is that?” Tianshu said angrily as Ding Hao stared at him. “You want the Bi Fang’s Precious Feather too? You’re too much! There are only two treasures on the Bi Fang’s body. It’s only fair for us to each take one. And you want everything for yourself?”

Ding Hao was embarrassed and speechless.

“Forget it. I really can’t understand how this son of a b*tch’s thought.”

After much careful observation, Ding Hao finally confirmed that Tianshu was telling the truth.

This Crimson Blood Pill contained the essence of fire. It was indeed the blood essence of the Bi Fang.

Ding Hao put away the Bi Fang’s blood essence elixir for the time being, without immediately integrating it into his body. On the one hand, he already had the blood essence of the White Yin Gibbon in his body. He did not know what would happen if he integrated another drop of blood essence. Moreover, he was physically in bad shape. He needed to recover completely before he could try refining the blood essence.

Uncle Tianshu took out a sky blue feather from the inner lining of his robe, and started fanning the black pot with it.

Every time he fanned it, a ball of Orchid Fire would drift out of the feather and creep into the pot.

It was Bi Fang’s Precious Feather. He was fanning the fire with it, and the Bi Fang’s meat and bones were stewing in the pot. This Divine Big Dipper Beast from the Archean Period was really so unlucky. It had fallen into Tianshu’s hands, and every part of its body had been ripped out. Tianshu was using its fire to stew its own meat. It was probably the unluckiest divine creature that had ever lived.

A tempting aroma wafted out of the pot.

“Meow, meow, meow! It’s cooked, isn’t it? It’s been so long!” Evil Moon drooled and scampered around the black pot. Had it not been afraid of getting burned, it would have already lifted the lid and grabbed the meat.

“It’ll be cooked soon… Oh, wait a minute! I must warn you two first. Both of you aren’t allowed to grab the meat. This Bi Fang is only the size of a pheasant, and very lean. Let’s divide it equally…” Uncle Tianshu said with lingering fear.

He was scared by Ding Hao and his fat cat’s gluttonous behavior, and already psychologically traumatized.

Uncle Tianshu lifted the pot lid, and an indescribable exotic aroma gushed out of the pot.

Ding Hao’s heart skipped a beat, and he scribbled characters in the void with his finger. The flames danced, as inscriptions of Chinese characters soared out. A small inscription formation was set up around them, preventing the aroma from leaking out. Otherwise, this exotic aroma would inevitably attract ferocious beasts of the Bone-burying Forest.

“Meow, meow. I want chicken wings…” Evil Moon scooped up a pair of wings from the pot and began gnawing happily.

Uncle Tianshu immediately grabbed the Bi Fang’s head and said with a hearty laugh, “I’m going to have chicken head. Haha, it’s a great tonic.”

“Are you two kidding me? This is a Bi Fang, not a chicken. You might be punished by Heaven for treating this Divine Big Dipper Beast as a hill chicken!” Ding Hao glanced at them, fished out a thigh, and then said, “Haha, I’ll have a chicken thigh.”

Uncle Tianshu did not know what to say.

Nor did Evil Moon.

The Bi Fang was indeed a Divine Big Dipper Beast from the Archean Period. It had accumulated all the essences of the heaven and earth, and was also a beautiful bird. Only in a primitive land like the Bone-burying Forest which had preserved the flora and fauna of that period could one find such a strange creature. Ding Hao gulped down a mouthful of the crimson Bi Fang meat. It melted immediately in his mouth, and a warm current surged around his whole body.

Although he had only taken a small bite, he felt his whole body filled with keen energy, like a billowing smoke signal.

As though he had been cultivating diligently for months.

“What a treasure!” Ding Hao praised it, and started to eat more quickly.

On the other side, Evil Moon had already finished the two “chicken wings”. It stretched out its paws to scoop up another piece of meat from the black pot.

“Meow…” It screamed, and the fur on its paws was almost all scorched.

Without Uncle Tianshu’s permission, no one could take anything out of this black pot.

“I’ll kill you!” Evil Moon pounced at Uncle Tianshu furiously.

“Wait a minute, listen to me. I stewed this Bi Fang meat with a secret method and added several ingredients. It contains abundant energy. If you eat too much of it all at once, you will explode and die. It’s harmful and pointless. Save some for the next few days.” Uncle Tianshu was licking a shred of meat on his finger, speaking seriously.

“Really? Why do I feel that you’re just looking for an excuse to eat all the meat yourself?” Evil Moon was a little skeptical.

As soon as he finished speaking…

The Demon King suddenly sensed something. With a shrieking meow, it turned into a streak of white light and vanished into the distance.

“Hahaha, now you know how powerful this meat is, don’t you?” Uncle Tianshu laughed gloatingly, and then his complexion changed. He held his belly and crept into the grass. “Ouch, my stomach hurts. I must poo…”

Ding Hao looked at these two funny creatures with a grim face.

He had finished the entire thigh of the Bi Fang, chewing and swallowing even its bones into his stomach.

The Bi Fang only had one leg, so one could imagine how abundant its energy was.

Uncle Tianshu was right. He did stew the Bi Fang with a rare secret method, turning all its meat and blood into essence. After swallowing it, Ding Hao only felt endless energy streaming into his body, as if he was about to explode. Wisps of pale red mist, an extremely pure form of energy, spurted out from his skin pores.

“The Bi Fang is a rare creature of fire property. You can use its energy to refine a burning flame Qi in your middle dantian.” The voice of the Sword Master resounded in his ear.

Ding Hao nodded.

He was thinking the same thing too.

He immediately activated the Heart Essential of the Invincible Fighting Method and released its power from his meridians and acupoints, urging all the essence Qi within his body to stream toward his six extra-channels and apertures, slowly merging it with his Heaven Fire Qi.

This was an extremely slow process.

Ding Hao was shrouded in a crimson mist, and wisps of red light spurted out of his pores, twirling around his body.

At first, the mist was not dense, but soon, Ding Hao’s body was completely enveloped by this crimson haze. It seemed that his whole person was undergoing nirvana, getting reborn in the flames. The haze flickered, and the peculiar heat energy emanated in all directions.

With Ding Hao as the center, the grass and trees 10 meters around him slowly dehydrated, turning withered and yellow.

In the end, there was no longer a haze, but a real red flame spurting out of Ding Hao’s body.

Like the most intimate lover, the fire licked Ding Hao’s body, instantly scorching all his clothes into ashes. Even Ding Hao’s eyebrows and hair were consumed in an instant. His whole body was stark naked, enveloped in flames.

Soon after, Uncle Tianshu and Evil Moon returned.

The Demon King, Evil Moon, looked a little dispirited. It took a glance at Ding Hao and muttered, “F*ck, he’s taken off all his clothes again to cultivate. He has such a perverted taste.”

After that, the wretched creature curled up like a snowball, fell asleep, and was soon snoring away.

Uncle Tianshu was a little flabbergasted and stared at Ding Hao with great shock. Finally, he cursed angrily, “F*ck, a pervert! We both ate the Bi Fang’s meat. Yet the fat cat and I could only increase our strength cultivation, while this guy acquired the Bi Fang’s strength essence so easily—that Fire from its blood meridians!”

That flame surrounding Ding Hao was obviously the Bi Fang’s Fire.

Although it was not the primordial True Fire, it was already extremely horrific. But Ding Hao had eaten only a Bi Fang thigh, and yet he had mastered some of the mysteries of the Bi Fang’s Fire. This flame could burn everything, but was surrounding Ding Hao intimately, meaning that Ding Hao had truly integrated and mastered it.

And it had only taken how long?

Tianshu had roamed the world for decades, and had seen countless geniuses and demons. But these two words could no longer describe a guy like Ding Hao. Only one word would do—

Pervert!

The seconds and minutes ticked by.

In the end, Uncle Tianshu became desensitized to the shock. He yawned, went into the tent to sleep, and was soon snoring.

Time passed slowly.

At dawn, Ding Hao, who had been shrouded in flames, finally opened his eyes slowly.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a mere thought, the crimson flame, like a whale sucking water, slowly entered the pores of his body and reintegrated into it, coursing through his six extra-channels and its various condensed acupoints on its own.

Ding Hao stretched out a finger.

A tiny crimson flame appeared, jumping up and down his fingertip like an elf.

This tiny flame did not seem hot at all, although the high temperature it contained was enough to instantly incinerate a Precious Weapon. Ding Hao was sure even Martial Grand Emperors and Demon Emperors would fear this flame.

As manipulated by Ding Hao, this tiny flame finally morphed into the shape of a small Bi Fang, vivid and lifelike. It encircled Ding Hao, chirping intimately and making all kinds of lovely and wondrous trails.

In the end, Ding Hao opened his mouth, swallowing that ball of fire.