Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 815 - 428 Gold Blood_5

Chapter 815: 428 Gold Blood_5

"Whew~"

The Wind Saint flew back from outside, with a hint of fatigue in her expression.

Recently, she had been very busy, visiting places like the Li Yang Dynasty and the Southern Wilderness Swamp, scraping together a large amount of treasure, and returned with her load full.

Next, she needed to spend some time carefully inventorying the spoils, making records, and once she sorted them out, she’d take them all to the Canghai Sect and hand them over to Fang Zhixing.

"Home at last, time for a hot spring bath..."

The Wind Saint hadn’t established her own sect; she lived alone, somewhat reclusive.

She activated the defense formation and entered the deep valley.

As she was walking...

The Wind Saint’s expression suddenly changed, her gaze fell on a large tree, as if facing a formidable enemy, she shouted: "Who is it?"

The next moment, a figure stepped out from behind the tree. A middle-aged face, with long whiskers, donned in a blue Daoist robe, his aura as refined as jade, yet also extremely imposing.

The middle-aged man was calm and composed, smiled slightly, and greeted her like an old friend: "Wind Saint."

"Dao Saint!"

The Wind Saint was taken aback, her face full of astonishment.

The Dao Saint was different from the Buddha Saint, the Li Yang Ancestor, and others; he was a big shot who existed only in legends.

It seemed no one had ever seen the Dao Saint, but the legends about him never ceased.

Rumor had it that the Dao Saint mastered a secret technique that allowed him to remain in the Martial Saint World indefinitely.

He didn’t need to ascend, nor would he be assimilated by the heavens and earth.

Thus, the Dao Saint became the oldest existence, living as long as the heavens and earth.

The Wind Saint was a rising star; she had never met the Dao Saint.

However, she had once visited the Taoism Sacred Land "Broken Stone Mountain" and was fortunate to see a portrait of the Dao Saint, identical to the middle-aged man before her.

Not to mention, the fact that he could sneak into her defense formation silently, as if in an uninhabited realm, demonstrated a formidable power that was intimidating.

The Wind Saint’s expression shifted several times, quickly calmed down, and she bowed respectfully, saying: "This junior greets the Dao Saint, long have I admired your name; today, I’m honored to meet a beacon of the martial world."

The Dao Saint smiled and said: "I’m sorry to intrude, please forgive me."

"I dare not."

The Wind Saint adopted a humble posture, opened the door to invite the Dao Saint inside, offering him fresh tea.

The Dao Saint did not stand on ceremony, first tasted the tea three times, then slowly began: "Not long ago, I sensed several old friends suddenly passing, and my heart was exceedingly surprised. Then, I inadvertently discovered you roaming everywhere, looting their treasure vaults one by one. May I ask, did they die at your hands?"

The Wind Saint cautiously replied: "This junior has no such capability."

The Dao Saint nodded and asked: "Then who killed them?"

The Wind Saint remained silent.

"Not convenient to say?"

The Dao Saint smiled, revealing a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "Are you afraid of that person? If so, you don’t need to be, because you ought to fear me more."

The Wind Saint held her breath and responded: "The Dao Saint’s power, I think there’s no one in this world who would dare doubt it, but I’m sorry, I cannot betray that person."

The Dao Saint raised an eyebrow, surprised: "Oh, it seems you greatly admire that person, willing to keep their secret."

The Wind Saint replied: "If the Dao Saint wishes to meet that person, it’s actually very simple, just show up. That person believes themselves to be invincible."

The Dao Saint was first stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh, clapping his hands and sighing: "I have long lost the desire to compete; what if I beat him?"

After a pause, his expression became solemn and he said: "However, because that person acts recklessly, it has led to turmoil in the world, an increase in the number of evil creatures, and widespread suffering! It is an apocalyptic disaster, are you aware?"

The Wind Saint’s face tensed, pursed her lips, and replied: "The Dao Saint’s compassion commands utmost admiration from this junior; I will relay your message to that person as soon as possible."

The Dao Saint said repeatedly: "I hope you all take heed, otherwise, I will take action to correct the wrongs, uphold justice, and reshape the mortal realm!"

The Wind Saint bowed her head deeply in acknowledgment.

When she lifted her head, the Dao Saint was no longer seated, but the tea in the cup was still full.

"Ah..."

The Wind Saint sighed longly, feeling even more inclined for a bath.

...

...

"Golden Blood River, is it real?"

Xigou squatted in front of Fang Zhixing, his dog face filled with shock, clicking his tongue: "As long as you drink the blood, can you seize all their cultivation achievements?"

Fang Zhixing nodded, transmitting his voice: "I have tested it, and indeed it is so."

Xigou felt this divine skill was somewhat terrifying, like a vampire in films, drinking others’ blood and reading their memories.

He couldn’t help but ask: "If you drank my blood, what would happen?"

Fang Zhixing was also curious, and promptly released the Golden Blood River.

Xigou raised his paw and scraped it against the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.

With a puff, a line of blood spurted out, quickly merging into the Golden Blood River.

Buzz!

The Golden Blood River vibrated slightly.

[You have absorbed a ninth-level bloodline, the Golden Blood River has been enhanced.]

The system panel quickly gave a prompt.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing realized: "You are a Mutant Beast, relying on bloodline power never needing to cultivate, so your blood can only enhance the Golden Blood River, but I wouldn’t be able to master your bloodline divine ability."

Xigou pondered: "Yes, since you are not a Mutant Beast, it’s not possible for you to wield a Mutant Beast’s bloodline divine power.

From this view, absorbing the blood of those masters is truly more valuable to you."

Fang Zhixing deeply agreed, yet leisurely sighed: "It’s a pity."

"What is a pity?"

"In the Martial Saint World, I am already invincible, no one’s blood is worthy of my absorption."

Fang Zhixing said dominantly: "When I return to the Mechanical God World, the strongest experts there are Emperor Level Mechanical Gods, and they have no blood for me to absorb."