Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 485 - 482

Chapter 485: 482

"You want the essence bloodline of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon?"

Blood Spirit Son’s expression was one of surprised disbelief. The essence bloodline of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon—what could Ye Xuan possibly want with this? No matter how powerful the bloodline of a Demon Beast was, it was of no use to humans.

Otherwise, without Ye Xuan having to say more, he would have gone to slay the Xuanbing Flood Dragon and extract its bloodline.

"That’s right, just one will suffice."

Ye Xuan nodded. He needed the essence bloodline of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon to concoct a Pill called the Holy Blood Pill. The effects of this Pill were useless for humans but were effective for the Demon Clan, as it could change the quality of one’s bloodline and elevate the bloodline level.

To concoct the Holy Blood Pill, one needed to gather the essence bloodlines of five types of dragon-related Demon Beasts, as well as the essence bloodline of a Quasi-Saint level Demon Beast. In other words, that was equivalent to a human Semi-Saint.

Ye Xuan presently stood no chance against such a level of Demon Clan. A Demon Clan Semi-Saint could crush Ye Xuan with just a finger—that, of course, assumed that the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit did not exert its power.

Although the Holy Blood Pill was somewhat out of reach for Ye Xuan at the moment, he still had to start collecting slowly. Since he currently had no way to collect the bloodline of a Semi-Saint of the Demon Clan, why not first gather the other four dragon-related Demon Beast bloodlines? The Xuanbing Flood Dragon before him was rich with the Dragon Clan bloodline, making it one of the perfect candidates.

Even in the Spirit Martial Continent, such Demon Beasts were not common, and even if Ye Xuan became powerful enough in the future to easily slay such Demon Beasts, finding traces of these creatures would not be an easy task.

"Alright, extracting a single essence bloodline is not a difficult task. I’ll help you out!"

Blood Spirit Son didn’t press further. He immediately stimulated the True Yuan in his body, and the blade of his long sword flared up with a dazzling layer of blood-red brilliance. The terrifying Blood Evil Qi burst forth, reaching for the sky.

Swoosh!

With the Blood Blade slashing through in grand arcs, Blood Spirit Son dashed forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages so fast that even Ye Xuan could not see the trajectory. But he saw a Blood Shadow suddenly appear on the side of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon, slicing across it with a swift cut.

Splat!

As the blade passed, the previously impenetrable defenses of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon were instantly torn asunder, its seething lifeblood spurting out, leaving a deep and wide cut.

Struck by Blood Spirit Son’s blade, the Xuanbing Flood Dragon roared in fury once more, now thoroughly enraged. This slash from Blood Spirit Son posed a serious threat to it. An attack of such magnitude was enough to inflict a fatal injury.

Whoosh!

The Xuanbing Flood Dragon spewed a stream of blood-colored chill. The killer move it previously used against Ye Xuan was unleashed once again, and this time, within a hundred feet all around, the surface of the lake was completely frozen over as the eerie blood-colored chill surged out overwhelmingly.

"Again!"

Ye Xuan’s expression changed slightly. He had already taken a heavy loss from this move earlier, but this time, the assault was clearly not aimed mainly at him. All he did was use a technique called Ancestral Dragon’s Torment to block the wave of chill in front of him.

However, at the center of the chill’s outburst, Blood Spirit Son remained completely unaffected. His body was encased in a blood-colored heavy armor crafted from condensed True Yuan, tightly protecting him from head to toe and emitting an extremely dense Blood Evil Qi. At this moment, Blood Spirit Son was like a war deity incarnate, emerging from the blood-soaked hells.

As the chill met the sinister Qi, it was the chill that collapsed first. Blood Spirit Son strode through as if entering a land without enemies and slashed his blade across the Xuanbing Flood Dragon once more, causing another bloody wound.

For a moment, the Xuanbing Flood Dragon roared again and again in anger, and regardless of how it retaliated, it was always suppressed, and its body bore several terrifying injuries that did not stop flowing. Meanwhile, Blood Spirit Son remained composed and dealt with the situation with ease.

"Indeed worthy of being one of the strongest disciples of the Inner Sect, inscrutably powerful."

Ye Xuan mused in admiration. The strength of Blood Spirit Son was probably even greater than what was visible now. From his exchanges with the Xuanbing Flood Dragon, it was evident he had the absolute upper hand, and the defeat of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon was merely a matter of time.

It seemed to understand this as well; the Xuanbing Flood Dragon suddenly thrashed its body, its thick dragon tail smashing violently towards Blood Spirit Son, while its massive body turned and plunged into the lake, seeking to escape back to the depths.

"Trying to run?"

With a fierce palm strike, a blood-colored Handprint blazed through the air, slamming down on that dragon tail. At the same time, Blood Spirit Son’s left hand firmly grasped the Blood Blade and all of a sudden unleased an arcing blade light. This arc of blade light, carrying an imposing and tyrannical aura, cut through the water directly, ruthlessly hitting the back of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon.

Dragon Scales split apart along with flesh as the Xuanbing Flood Dragon howled pitifully. A trace of gold-tinged blood was drawn out by the blade light, unbearably hot, each drop containing immensely dominant power. This gold-streaked blood was the essence bloodline of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon.

Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up, he swiftly produced a jade bottle, then soared close to the gold-streaked blood, collecting all of it into the bottle.

Whoosh!

Violent waves splashed up as the Xuanbing Flood Dragon fled in a panic, all its previous ferocity gone. Confronting the ruthless Blood Spirit Son, it had no fight left.

"Is this amount of origin bloodline enough?"

Xue Lingzi looked at Ye Xuan, unsure of how much he actually needed. If Ye Xuan found it insufficient, that could pose a problem, as he would have to make another trip to the lakebed.

"It’s enough, thank you, elder brother, for your help. I’ll remember this favor."

Ye Xuan glanced at the half-bottle before him, which was already sufficient. These were all origin bloodlines, not ordinary essence blood—one couldn’t simply obtain more whenever. Even the Xuanbing Flood Dragon didn’t have much origin bloodline in its body. Now that Xue Lingzi had extracted some, it was uncertain how long it would take for it to recover. If several more extractions occurred, even the tenacious life force of the Xuanbing Flood Dragon might be in danger of perishing.

This was also one of the reasons why the Xuanbing Flood Dragon had fled immediately.

"Don’t mention it, this is a trivial matter."

Xue Lingzi sheathed his Blood Blade. In his eyes, helping Ye Xuan now was also a form of investment. After all, given Ye Xuan’s potential, he would surely be extraordinary in the future. Whatever Ye Xuan needed, he would assist if he could.

Not long after, Fei Yue, Ouyang Tie, and the others arrived.

"What happened here?"

Fei Yue, seeing the carnage around, knew a great battle had taken place and immediately asked in astonishment.

Ye Xuan could only briefly recount the incident.

"Ye Xuan, you’re really unlucky, stumbling upon the Xuanbing Flood Dragon, the ruler of this mountain range’s ruins."

Fei Yue was startled to hear that Ye Xuan had encountered the Xuanbing Flood Dragon but then looked at him with a curious gaze. She was aware that there weren’t many Demon Beasts in these mountains, and the ones they’d encountered posed no real threat. How had Ye Xuan just happened to meet such a formidable being like the Xuanbing Flood Dragon?

"Maybe I’m just good at attracting enmity."

Ye Xuan responded with a smile, saying nothing more. Of course, he would not disclose that it was the Shennong Qi Observation Skill that led him here, nor would he mention acquiring the Xuanbing Cold Flame. Likely, the others’ combined findings couldn’t compare to his gain.

"Is that so?"

Fei Yue clearly had her doubts, feeling somewhat skeptical of every word from Ye Xuan. He concealed his abilities too well; it was possible that even she, as his senior sister, couldn’t fully grasp his true strength.

After all, when Ye Xuan had first entered the Spirit Frost Pavilion, he couldn’t even beat Leng Wusheng, much less with Leng suppressing his cultivation to barely win by a hair’s breadth.

But now, in just a few months, Ye Xuan had changed beyond recognition. His rapid growth caused her to reflect.

"There are still some unexplored areas in this mountain range. We should stick together next, so you don’t run into any more dangerous Demon Beasts," suggested Xue Lingzi.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Apart from Xue Lingzi, they probably wouldn’t have been able to handle that Xuanbing Flood Dragon. Only Fei Yue might have escaped unscathed. Encountering it alone, they could have faced severe danger.

"Then you go ahead, elder brothers, I need to find a place to heal and rest for a bit."

Ye Xuan suddenly clutched his chest.

"Are you alright? Take your time to heal properly nearby," Fei Yue and the others expressed their concern.

"Alright, I’ll join you once I’ve healed," Ye Xuan nodded.

With that said, Xue Lingzi and the other three left.

Even Xue Lingzi thought Ye Xuan was seriously injured, as Ye Xuan had coughed up quite a lot of blood. But in fact, although Ye Xuan appeared to be gravely wounded, he was not seriously hurt. Aside from the Xuanbing Flood Dragon’s final blow, Ye Xuan had blocked all other attacks. That last move had only shaken his internal organs, not causing severe internal injury.

Actually, Ye Xuan stayed behind primarily to assimilate what he had acquired at the lakebed, especially the Xuanbing Cold Flame, which he had not yet fully refined.

Ye Xuan found a safe area to sit and meditate, then slowly raised his palm. Between his fingers, a flame began to surge. The flame was red on the outside, but inside it was pure silver. However, between the red and silver layers, there was also a black hue, the power of the Ten-thousand-year-old Earth Core Fire. The red and silver flames were the Molten Lava Earth Core Fire and the Xuanbing Cold Flame, respectively.

The Xuanbing Cold Flame inside was clearly resistant to suppression, still trying to seep out and expand, attempting to break through the Molten Lava Earth Core Fire’s seal. But each time it swelled, it got pushed back down.

"Now that you’re in my hands, be good and calm down."

Watching the flickering Xuanbing Cold Flame, Ye Xuan’s mouth slowly formed a smile. His hands quickly formed seals, and a talisman emerged between his palms, gathering into an intricate shape.

As Ye Xuan channeled his True Yuan into it, the talisman expanded to about a foot in size, and its inscriptions became densely packed. With a flip of his hand, Ye Xuan imprinted it upon the cluster of flames.