Chương 148: Busted!

Eagle's Sorrow Ravine. Playing a game of cat and mouse, the Blood-Robed Venerable exchanged a few dozen moves with Boss Song before losing his patience and starting to exert his true power.

"Boundless Sea of Blood!" He slightly opened his left hand, aiming it at Song Que. The true Qi within his body surged with full force, covering his entire body in an eerily enchanting red glow. In a daze, Grandee Song felt as if he had stepped into an endless sea of blood. His body felt incredibly heavy, as if filled with lead, making every movement a struggle. Even breathing became difficult.

Watching the pouring river of blood around him, with the sounds of resentful screams echoing in his ears, Song Que knew this was an illusion. He hurriedly burned his Tesseract's energy to clear his mind. Opening his eyes, he saw the old Blood-Robed freak's hand less than half a meter away from his head. Terrified, Grandee Song quickly raised his dual hammers to block. Clang... Bang... The forces clashed. At the sound of the impact, his dual hammers flew backward and smashed into his own chest.

His entire body was sent flying backward for a dozen meters, snapping two large trees before coming to a stop. Pfft! Struggling to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, Boss Song ignored the pain, turned around, and continued to run, not even bothering to pick up his weapons.

"Still not dead?!" Hearing the old Blood-Robed thief's exclamation by his ear, the man's figure had already appeared like a ghost to Boss Song's left. His hand transformed into a sharp claw, lunging mercilessly at his head. Fortunately, Song Que reacted fast enough, hurriedly tilting his head and raising his arm to block the fatal blow. But he didn't fare much better; his upper arm was pierced with five bloody holes, and his body was uncontrollably sent flying backward once again. Cough...

Spitting out another mouthful of blood, sensing the true Qi wreaking havoc inside his body and the Tesseract nearing depletion, Song Que felt a wave of despair. Certain that he couldn't escape this time, he completely gave up on his futile struggles. He just sat there, clutching his chest and coughing.

"Why aren't you running anymore?" The Blood-Robed Venerable wasn't in a hurry to send him on his way. He just stood unhurriedly a short distance away, hands clasped behind his back, asking in a teasing tone. Even with the bamboo hat covering his face, Boss Song could feel that the face behind that mask was just begging for a beating. I really want to strip him down and beat him up to vent my anger! Song Que cursed inwardly.

Ignoring his image, Song Que leaned against the base of a tree, accepting his fate:"I can't escape anyway, so why bother struggling foolishly just to entertain others?"

"Kehehe, you're not afraid of death?" The Blood-Robed Venerable's terrifying, boundless killing intent pressed down on him. Motherf cker, what a stupid question. * Only an idiot wouldn't be afraid, and I am no idiot! At this moment, Boss Song had already begun contemplating the mysteries of life and death, worrying whether his soul fragment could still exist with Lightning after his main body died. I hope I can continue living. In the future, I'll be a bird, soaring freely and unconstrained in the sky.

In my free time, I can research immortal cultivation with that black-bellied fox Mengmeng. Who knows, maybe one day I'll transcend a tribulation and take human form. Fortunately, I'll be a big bird in the future, not a small bird like a titmouse! Being a big bird is good! Boss Song was particularly obsessed with this point. With his thoughts wandering, Song Que didn't even react to Sha Maiquan and the limping Zhen He approaching and surrounding him. He merely glanced at Zhen He with a bit of surprise.

Having taken a blow from me and still not dead—it seems his resistance to beatings isn't bad! Faced with the old Blood-Robed thief's question, Grandee Song just sneered indifferently:"If I'm afraid, I still have to die. What's the point of being afraid?"

"Heh, you dead dog, still acting tough when death is at your door!" Zhen He's anger hadn't subsided. He had wanted to watch this guy be tortured to death, but hearing Boss Song still acting so arrogant made him exceptionally furious. Swearing aggressively, he stepped forward, wanting to whip him. The Blood-Robed Venerable and the other man just crossed their arms, adopting an attitude of watching a good show. Swoosh... bang. This book was originally published on Royal Road.

Check it out there for the real experience. Grandee Song's eyes turned icy cold. He might be a tiger down in the plains right now, but he wasn't someone a mangy dog like Zhen He could humiliate! Reaching out and catching the venomous whip, the last bit of energy remaining in the Tesseract in his mind burned away. In his 'Super God' state, Song Que sprang up from the ground and delivered a brutal punch.

How could a minor character like Zhen He withstand a full-force strike from Boss Song, unleashed to vent his anger? The speed was too fast; he only had time to raise his hands to block before taking the punch squarely on his body. Crack... ahhh... Bang!! Song Que was once again rewarded with a palm strike from the old Blood-Robed thief, spitting blood and flying backward, rolling until he was dizzy and disoriented.

"Your guts are not ordinarily big!" The Blood-Robed Venerable appeared by his side at some unknown time, placing his clawed hand on Song Que's head and gripping it tightly, his killing intent condensed into a tangible, gloomy aura as he spoke. Carelessly wiping the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, Boss Song looked at him coldly without the slightest fear.

"Kill me or skin me, whatever you please. But I am not someone these two pieces of trash can humiliate."...

"Ahahahaha! Interesting! Very interesting!" After he finished speaking, Song Que, who had closed his eyes waiting for death, didn't expect this old thief to inexplicably let go and stand there laughing bizarrely. After laughing for a while, the Blood-Robed Venerable stopped and looked at him curiously. Waiting for a long time, just as Boss Song began to feel impatient, the Blood-Robed Venerable spoke:"Do you want to live?" Could there be a turning point?! Boss Song's heart pounded with excitement.

Without any hesitation, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice:"Of course I want to live! Even an ant cherishes its life, let alone a human!" This time, the other men were surprised:"Hehehe, I thought you were so arrogant and aloof! Turns out you also bow your head to death!" Sha Maiquan, who had just been called trash by Boss Song, couldn't help but mock him. Song Que looked at him like he was an idiot:"I am not afraid of death, but I'm not stupid enough to want to die! Life is so beautiful.

If there's a chance, why not try to live instead of seeking death? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?!"

"Haha, well said! Life is so beautiful, why seek death?" The Blood-Robed Venerable couldn't help but laugh in agreement.

"You killed my ghost servant and destroyed my treasure. Originally, I should have skinned you, pulled out your tendons, and sucked dry your body's blood and vitality to vent my anger. But seeing that you are a talent worth cultivating, this old man will give you a chance to live. Whether you can grasp it depends on your choice." This was also a sudden whim of the Blood-Robed Venerable.

Initially, when he unexpectedly discovered this person was Song Que, he truly only wanted to capture him and torture him to death to vent his frustration. But witnessing Boss Song's monstrous talent, he began to change his mind. Compared to Song Que, all those so-called top geniuses of Lingjiang Commandery—like Du Ruhui, who entered the First Tier in his thirties, or the younger top geniuses like Chen Zihao and Liu Yuzhi—were all dog sh*t!

As long as he could control this person and cultivate him for a few more years, he wasn't sure anyone in all of Lingjiang would be able to stand against him. The Blood Demon Cult would then be able to smoothly lay out their chessboard without any reservations. Therefore, the Blood-Robed Venerable couldn't suppress the desire to subjugate his opponent.

"I wonder what this lowly one must do for the Venerable to spare my life?" For the sake of survival, Grandee Song was straightforward.

"Very smart!" Behind the mask, the corners of the Blood-Robed Venerable's mouth curled up. He reached into his robe and pulled out two items: a porcelain bottle and a book. Pouring out a pitch-black pill the size of a longan from the porcelain bottle, the Blood-Robed Venerable tossed it to Song Que.

"Swallow it!" Boss Song barely hesitated. He opened his mouth wide, raised his hand, and tossed the pill straight into his spatial storage! Gulp! Finally, he didn't forget to swallow loudly.

"You're not going to ask what kind of pill that is?" Seeing him act so decisively, the Blood-Robed Venerable couldn't help but ask curiously.

"No need to know. It's just a pill to control someone anyway. In the future, I just need to know that obeying your commands means I won't die, and that's enough!"

'Lackey Song' expressed his loyalty with an awe-inspiring, righteous demeanor.

"Haha, truly interesting! I am appreciating you more and more, kid!" I'm not gay! Song Que grew tense, involuntarily tightening his sphincter. Unaware of his trickery, the Blood-Robed Venerable was quite satisfied with his attitude. He casually handed over the book and smiled, taking pleasure in his misfortune:"The pill you just took is the Blood-Devouring Gu. There is no complete cure for this poison; you must take an antidote pill every month to keep the Gu insect dormant.

Do you feel your body burning up right now, and your heart pounding unceasingly?" Reaching out to take the book, Boss Song suddenly trembled, nearly dropping it. Motherf cker, there are symptoms like that after taking the medicine?! Why wasn't there a user manual beforehand?! * How do I act out my body burning up and my heart pounding restlessly?! Director, save me! Holy jumping mother of god!

'Great Actor Song' choked until his face turned red, still unsure of how to act out this scene. Fortunately, the Blood-Robed Venerable didn't make things difficult for him, only smiling faintly:"Hehehe, no need to act tough. In the future, the pain in your heart won't be something you can endure like this." Very confident in his medicine, Old Blood merely assumed Song Que's red face was due to him forcing himself to hold back from crying out in pain.

He sneered, took out a small white pill the size of a fingertip, and handed it over.

"Take it!" Thank the gods and Buddhas! Grandee Song hurriedly took the pill and tossed it into his spatial storage as well. Although it was an antidote, ghosts knew if it was harmful or not. It was best not to eat anything indiscriminately.

"Alright, the book in your hand is the manual for the 'Star-Absorbing Great Art'. Cultivate this art for me now. I will only let you leave once you have successfully cultivated it." He had heard of this cultivation method before. It was a genuine demonic art that specialized in absorbing a person's essence and energy to nourish oneself, the signature technique of the Blood Demon Cult.

Once you cultivated this art, no matter who you were before, you would be branded with the label of the Blood Demon Cult, hunted by both orthodox and unorthodox paths for the rest of your life. But for the sake of his life, did Boss Song have a choice? Learn it first, figure things out as they come! Opening the book, there were only a few thin pages. They only recorded how to absorb a person's essence and blood; there was not a single word about how to nourish oneself or refine the essence and blood.

It was obvious this old Blood-Robed dog had done this intentionally. Song Que didn't say much and sat down to read it carefully. It turned out this art required a person to be at least a Fourth-Grade martial artist who had generated internal Qi to begin cultivation. No wonder the old thief Lu Chengcai had never been seen using it. If just anyone could learn it, this world would have long descended into chaos.

The key principle of the 'Star-Absorbing Great Art' was to open a special Dantian as a receptacle for the essence and blood. When channeling the art, a suction force would be generated there. Upon physical contact with an enemy, it would automatically suck them dry, storing the essence and blood inside for personal use. It sounded profound and mysterious, but upon understanding it, it was incredibly simple. Boss Song's mind raced rapidly, a glint flickering continuously in his eyes.

"Suck him dry!" At this moment, the Blood-Robed Venerable raised his hand, pointing at Zhen He, who was lying there like a dead dog, and issued a chilling command.