“Fang Shidi, the taste of this Blood Pool is really quite good.”
Smacking his lips a few times, feeling the power within his body continuously rising, Su Bai toyed with a small, exquisite Blood Jade Skull in his hand. As if recalling something, his gaze shifted again toward the blood-colored residual shadow endlessly wailing and screeching inside the Human Sovereign Banner beside him.
Early Golden Core against early Foundation Establishment—crossing an entire major realm, with three Golden Core treasures backing him, naturally, it was a crushing advantage.
If he lost even this, or let the opponent escape, then there was no point in this simulation. After cleaning himself up, he would have to send himself to Su Xiaohei’s bed, obediently raise his buttocks, and beg for shelter when the White Bone Yaksha disaster broke out in the Five Domains.
“It’s actually a legacy left behind by the Blood Sea Ancestor.” After fiddling for a while, Su Bai finished digesting the intel and withdrew his thoughts.
The Blood Sea Ancestor was an infamously notorious demonic Nascent Soul True Lord from the era of conflict between the righteous and the demonic.
Even the demonic path did not favor him.
It was said that the rampant blood cultivation in the Southern Border was still due to his tireless efforts in his old age to spread legacies, resulting in the poisonous remnants of demonic blood cultivation persisting for ten thousand years.
What Fang Xiu obtained was a Golden Core level legacy, with three main cores: first, the Blood Kin Return Formation, merging the entire clan’s bloodline into one body to break through innate limitations;
second, the Blood Sea Immortal Body—once perfected, as long as the Blood Sea does not dry up, neither will he;
and third, a divine skill only a Golden Core True Lord could cultivate—the Blood Avatar! Using essence blood as source and all things as material, one could create an external avatar!
“Counting myself now, I’m probably the richest True Lord at the Golden Core level… uh, it’s just not something I want to show off.” Su Bai rubbed his fair, smooth chin.
A Nascent Soul legacy, a Golden Core legacy, three Golden Core treasures— even within the top three sects of the Immortal Alliance, only a tiny core of Daoists could compare.
This was the exclusive romance of second-cycle players.
But all these were black-market goods, including his Golden Core cultivation. None of it was something he could openly show off, so he had to find a way to legitimize it in the future.
With these thoughts, he retracted the Human Sovereign Banner, his figure flickering as he disguised himself and dashed toward the sect.
Time slowly passed, and before long it was the forty-first year of the simulation.
The bright moon hung high, the moonlight as mournful as ever.
Inside an inn, a letter was laid flat on the table, its four corners weighed down by paperweights. A handsome young man was writing today’s diary by the moonlight.
Tonight was another night without Master.
Happy!!
Hmm~ It’s still better down at the foot of the mountain—no scolding, no scolding, and so many fascinating new things. The inn’s food was much better than the Fasting Pill.
What if I don’t want to go back to the sect~
But if I don’t return during the stipulated period without reason, light punishment or severe punishment for betraying the sect awaits…
Then Master will definitely fly into a rage and whip me with the peachwood whip… thinking of this, Su Xiaohei shivered involuntarily.
He reached out and touched the faint whip marks on his back again. Over these years, he had suffered thousands, if not tens of thousands, of lashes, each one painful.
Thinking of this, Su Xiaohei’s eyes darkened.
Master has changed—completely changed.
No longer as gentle as before, no longer doting on him, and no longer teasing him. Sometimes when he made mistakes, Master would whip him.
Master’s gaze was no longer that of a disciple or adopted son, but one filled with hatred for a stain on his purity and an unforgivable enemy!
Several times, he had even wondered if he would be whipped to death alive.
“Sigh~”
Su Xiaohei sighed softly.
Master, why did you become like this?
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Su Xiaohei said, “Come in,” and a man entered. It was Bai Jiuyi, the healer of the current group.
He wore a plain long robe, his posture upright, eyes like bright stars, surrounded by faint spiritual energy, revealing his cultivation at the peak of Qi Refining.
“Senior Brother Su.”
Bai Jiuyi entered, bowed slightly to the young man writing by the moonlight.
Unlike the previous life’s simulation, this time under Su Bai’s rigorous and wolf-like training, combined with his not-insignificant talent, his cultivation had surged. In just a few years, he reached the peak of Qi Refining and even had the proud achievement of killing a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator with a single spear. Naturally, he deserved the title “Senior Brother.”
“What’s the matter?”
Su Xiaohei turned, moonlight casting cold lines over his handsome face.
“Senior Brother Su, the task for this descent and trial has long since been settled. We’ve stayed here at the inn for quite a few days. When will our group return to the sect?”
“Stay a few more days. The junior sisters seem to be having a lot of fun.”
Bai Jiuyi wanted to persuade further, but seeing Su Xiaohei wave him off, knowing once this senior brother made a decision it was hard to change, he said no more and respectfully withdrew.
After Bai Jiuyi left completely, Su Xiaohei closed his diary and gazed up at the moon in the night sky.
Might as well spend the next few days strolling through the mortal marketplace.
“Shopkeeper, how much for these books?”
Su Xiaohei squatted before a bookstall, his gaze scanning the various new and old storybooks.
Storybooks were one of the few hobbies he had, a unique comfort in his heart after a day of arduous cultivation as a child.
The shopkeeper smiled broadly and leaned in, “Young master, the new ones are twenty wen each, the old ones ten wen. One new and one old paired together is only twenty-five wen. Our shop also just stocked a batch of books written by Yao Sike about rebellious disciples challenging their masters—quite the bestseller recently.”
Su Xiaohei frowned, obviously uninterested in that genre.
Rebellious disciples?
Even with ten guts, he wouldn’t dare think about it.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a book with a simple, ancient style. It looked plain, but strangely, it had no words at all.
Su Xiaohei picked up the wordless book and examined it carefully. “Shopkeeper, can you really sell a book with no words?”
“Must be a printing error from the block shop. If young master is interested, this wordless book is yours as a gift.”
Perfect for using as a diary, Su Xiaohei thought. Then he picked out a few storybooks that caught his interest, took out his money pouch, paid, and left the stall with the books and the wordless one.
He wandered around the mortal marketplace a while longer, bought a lot of snacks, and as the sun gradually set, Su Xiaohei returned to the inn.
That night was quiet and beautiful.
The bright moon hung high, casting dreamy and illusory silver light, as if draping all things in the world with a mysterious veil.
After finishing today’s diary, Su Xiaohei turned over onto his bed. Without the exhaustion of mountain training, only sweet, refreshing sleep awaited, as if resting on soft clouds.
A night breeze blew, silently opening the inn’s window. The wordless book on the table flipped open on its own, and on its originally blank pages, lines of blood-colored text appeared—
“I am Zhou Xuan, also Su Xiaohei. When you see this sentence, I am about to die…”
“Master… Eternal Demon Calamity…”
“Heavenly Emperor’s Soul-Sealing Formation…”