Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 469 - 418: The Rebellious Disciple Bites the Master, a Vicious and Poisonous Scheme

Chapter 469: Chapter 418: The Rebellious Disciple Bites the Master, a Vicious and Poisonous Scheme

"What have you done?"

The red-robed youth sensed something was amiss, his form soaring into the air, turning into a blazing trail of blood light, about to charge towards Cui Guangling.

He felt a great sense of foreboding in his heart, rage erupted within him, his aura exploded like a volcano, shaking the underground palace to its core.

The roar that burst forth carried a soul-ensnaring sound, akin to the wails of ten thousand ghosts.

Logically speaking, under such circumstances, let alone Cui Guangling who was severely injured and could not even maintain the Heavenly Human Sensing Realm of a Master Realm at this moment, even at the peak of this cheap disciple, it was impossible to withstand it.

But things were strangely different.

The red-robed youth charged fiercely but was repelled even faster.

The entire underground palace seemed to come to life, with countless blood lights surging like seawater, turning into massive blood-red chains that closed in tightly from all directions, locking towards the center.

The red-robed youth let out a fierce shout, unable to make a second move in time.

His body had already been locked onto a Taishi Chair, and the blood chains burrowed into his body like tiny snakes...

Weakness and intense pain emerged from the depths of his soul, making him involuntarily cry out in pain.

He only felt his strength recede like the tide, and the Primordial Blood Pill he had spent his life refining was also slowly collapsing.

"Ungrateful disciple, hello, you are very good, to have played this trick under my watch without my noticing, this must be the Ten Thousand Spirits Bloodthirsty Array, right? I remember never teaching you about this, how did you learn it?"

In just seventeen or eighteen breaths, the red-robed youth, now utterly immobilized at the spot, began to visibly age, his face riddled with wrinkles, his voice weak.

Cui Guangling slowly straightened his back, lifting his head to look at the pitiful red-robed ancestor, his face showing a trace of regret.

"It’s a pity that I haven’t fully recovered yet, otherwise, by absorbing the Blood Essence with the Myriad Spirits Blood Sword, supplementing my body, I could have reached the Shape Refining and True Form in one step, to refine the real Immortal Blood God, what a pity, old ghost, why did you force me?"

His eyes were full of pain, "Do you know how unbearable it was for me? Not even a single Blood Lotus you were willing to bestow upon me for healing; what use do I have for such an ancestor? Better to transform into an Elixir to aid my ascension."

"Ungrateful disciple!"

As the aura on Cui Guangling grew stronger and his eyes more bewitching, the red-robed ancestor sitting on the Taishi Chair found it even challenging to curse.

He sorrowfully realized that not only was his Primordial Blood Pill stolen, but even his soul began to crack, slowly being consumed and transformed by the great array of the underground palace, causing him immense fear.

After running and hiding for hundreds of years, just when a glimmer of hope appeared, he didn’t expect to be strangled by his own hands.

"Indeed, being tempted by me to practice the Blood Shadow Divine Skill, even willing to sacrifice his own kin’s bloodlines, how could he have an ounce of conscience? I naïvely thought, because I had once favored him, that I shouldn’t die, who should?"

The red-robed ancestor knew he had been wrong all along, perhaps due to severe injuries, he had harbored a sliver of hope.

Normally, with his temperament, this Blood Slave should have been replaced long ago, not given a chance to fully grow.

Perhaps over the years, the other party acted too properly, and his attitude too humble, which never made him suspect a day of backlash would come...

Cui Guangling felt his body become stronger and his Blood Essence grow more abundant, the blood light above his head vaguely forming a Light Pearl, which rolled and transformed into a half tangible, immensely robust and enormous Blood Spirit.

It was many times stronger than his most powerful moment.

This power, although felt like it was under some suppression and couldn’t be fully utilized, that intrinsic mightiness made him feel ecstatic.

With boundless joy in his heart, Cui Guangling couldn’t help laughing heartily.

"Blood Spirit Child, compared to my Blood Shadow, aren’t you ten times stronger? Just wait for me to perform a few sacrificial refinings, pass the Spirit Tide three times, and I’ll immediately be able to transform the void into reality, dominating the heavens and earth.

I must also thank you, old ancestor, for your guidance, if it weren’t for that opportunity, how could I have gained recognition from the Myriad Spirits Blood Sword? Without this treasure, naturally, I could only ever be controlled by you for life, a life not of my own volition, this, Mr. Cui sincerely respects."

After speaking,

Cui Guangling bowed deeply.

Even though the heart of the red-robed old ancestor felt dead, he was still provoked to the point of bulging his eyes, unable to catch his breath, his whole body exploded into a pool of blood light, sucked away by the chains, and absorbed into Cui Guangling’s body.

"Shwoo..."

Cui Guangling took a long, satisfying breath, his face full of intoxication.

The Blood Spirit Child formed by the Light Pearl on his head became even more solid, reaching 70% completeness.

With each shift in his form, the underground palace’s blood light flickered, turning into a Sea of Blood.

Eventually, he could not hold back and burst into loud laughter, looking up to the sky.

The powerful blood light vibrated in all directions, the underground palace completely collapsed, all the Armored Warriors and Maids were reduced to filth.

"Uh..."

Cui Guangling’s laughter abruptly stopped.

Carefully assessing his own strength, he shook his head, a flash of ferocity in his eyes: "Can I really not fully control this power? No matter, it’s just a matter of spending some time to properly refine it."

"Zhou Ping’an, just wait, once I perfectly control it, and the Blood God is truly achieved, see how I’ll flay your skin, then stab on the Formation Map, refining you into a Blood Slave..."

...

"Eh, what’s happened at the Governor’s Mansion now? This is..."

Inside the High-rise Restaurant, within the second-floor windowed private room, where three people were drinking to their hearts’ content and felt the restaurant’s floor slightly tremble, they looked out towards the distance, their expressions filled with fear.

"Fortunate that my brother and I did not receive an invitation, otherwise, we might have been implicated in today’s calamity, that was close."