Chương 64: War God’s : — Chapter 64 - Hard or Soft, I'm the One Who Decides!

Wang Xian had been craving this tiger blood for a long time. The essence blood of a B-rank exotic beast, mutated from a powerful ancient beast native to Blue Star. This tiger blood truly contained Spirit Malevolence. Not much. But pure enough. As for any other thoughts, well, he couldn't say he had absolutely none. He was a man, after all. But the key point was, he wasn't close with this woman and didn't know her well.

Casually entering into an intimate relationship like that didn't align with Wang Xian's personal principles. Besides, she was a Sixth Realm Martial Venerable. Once she came to her senses, what if she turned around and demanded he take responsibility? Wouldn't that be a huge loss? A woman's chastity is chastity, but a man's chastity isn't chastity? That logic doesn't hold. Wang Xian didn't want to suffer that kind of loss. As for desire or anything like that... Please.

The willpower forged in the Eighth Realm of Old Martial Arts, and his mastery over his own body... What was a mere little brother, really? It was time to let the junior know who was the master of this body. Who was controlling it! My rod follows my will, not fate's. Hard or soft, I'm the one who decides!

"How does it feel?" Wang Xian asked.

"Huh?" The woman was so embarrassed she froze, her brain swelling and churning into a complete mess. But quickly, the mental discipline she'd cultivated over many years let her snap back to her senses.

"Mm..." the woman responded. Yet her gaze gradually grew complicated. This kid. She hadn't expected him to think that way. I misunderstood him after all. Wait... No! As if something occurred to her. The woman hurriedly spoke:"No, you need to spit that tiger blood out right now! Tiger blood contains dense Malevolent Qi. A First Realm Martial Artist like you has already absorbed plenty of Malevolent Qi just by coming here. If you swallow the tiger blood on top of that, the Malevolent Qi will invade your body.

You won't live long!" Wang Xian pressed a hand on her shoulder and didn't reply. The woman, seeing this, was about to reach out and stop him. Wang Xian ignored her. He lowered his head and sucked. The woman's entire body stiffened, like a white snake seized by its vital spot, unable to move. Truth be told, the wound below her shoulder had already begun to fester. The crimson tiger blood gave off a scorching, rank odor that completely masked the woman's subtle fragrance.

So sucking flesh and drawing blood was no fragrant, sensual pleasure. For an ordinary martial artist, the very moment they inhaled that tiger blood, the Spirit Malevolence contained within it would surge through and rot their organs. One had to understand: the Spirit Malevolence in this tiger blood also carried the will of the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord. Essence blood, essence blood. It was naturally blood where essence and energy were one. But Wang Xian's Divine Meridians were in motion.

The instant that tiger blood entered his body, it was quietly shunted into the surging, vast channels of his Divine Meridians. After a few cycles, it was assimilated. Feeling the Spirit Malevolence within him gradually grow stronger, Wang Xian was quite satisfied. Pity it was so little. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

'If I used the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade to kill the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord directly, absorbing its essence blood and converting it into Spirit Malevolence... breaking through the Conception and Governing Vessels would be easy.'

'Unless the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord fights to the death, goes for mutual destruction, and detonates its own body...'

'In that case, the Blood-Drinking Frenzy Blade's effect would be minimal...' As he sucked mouthful after mouthful. The woman's cheeks flushed red as blood, and a thin mist seemed to veil her eyes, hazy and distant as smoke. An involuntary soft moan escaped her lips. But as the tiger blood was swiftly drawn away, her heart gradually calmed, and also grew increasingly complicated. She couldn't understand it. This young boy. Why would he do something like this?

Not only did he not take advantage of her vulnerability, he even risked his own life to save her. They always said young men were full of hot blood and vigor, yet he... seemed completely unaffected. Especially seeing that gaze of his, utterly unshaken. That's right. He was purely and simply after the blood. Not a shred of impurity in his intent. Those eyes, terrifyingly clear, stirred faint ripples across the lake of her heart. A long time passed. Until Wang Xian took his final mouthful.

This time, he didn't smell the rankness of tiger blood. Instead, there was a fresh, clean fragrance that delighted the very soul. The scent of life's origin. Something that could drive countless people mad with desire. Wang Xian's heart stirred. It seemed the tiger blood was drained dry. He raised his head and examined the wound. The color had faded considerably.

"Done." Wang Xian wiped the corner of his mouth and nodded. Then he found a few rolls of bandages and wrapped them around her shoulder. With the strength of her body, as long as the tiger blood was gone, she'd recover completely after some rest. No medicinal herbs were even needed. These supplies for adventuring in the wild were just as essential as food. The woman responded softly and forced her eyes open, looking at him. The boy's facial contours were sharply defined.

Right now his eyes were closed and his cheeks were deep red, as if tainted by Malevolent Qi. But before long, a flash of light seemed to pass across his body, and his complexion returned to normal. As if the Malevolent Qi hadn't affected him at all. Startled, the woman managed to sit up and asked softly:"You're not affected by Malevolent Qi? Could it be you possess a unique martial talent?" She did know of several special talents that could resist Malevolent Qi. But they were extremely rare.

In all of Dragon Country, those who possessed such talents could be counted on one's fingers. Wang Xian shook his head:"No, it's just that my body is a bit special." The woman frowned, not quite understanding.

"Then what is your martial talent?" the woman pressed on. She was now filled with curiosity about this boy.

"I have no martial talent."

"..." The woman's eyes went blank. Suddenly she placed a hand on Wang Xian's wrist. A surge of ice-blue light seemed to flow through her palm, the process lasting only a few seconds.

"Truly none..." The woman was dazed. She had extensive knowledge of martial talents. Through simple physical contact, she could sense the martial talent hidden within the other person's body. The principle was actually quite simple. She used her own talent power to stir the other person's body. If the other person's body showed even the slightest response, it proved they had talent. It just fell far short of the instruments' precision, unable to detect the strength or type of talent.

"You have no martial talent..." At this moment, the woman's heart was complicated beyond words. It wasn't contempt. On the contrary, it stirred a deep anger and pity within her.

'The heavens are unjust... to not even grant this boy martial talent...' The woman closed her eyes. Having seen countless geniuses, her heart brimmed with fury. Suddenly, she understood everything. Why a child who had grown up alone and miserable would risk death to cultivate a secret skill in a B-rank relic. What kind of power could give a First Realm Martial Artist the courage to do something like this? It was his yearning for the martial path!

And yet, a boy whose heart burned with such longing for the martial path had no martial talent at all. Then for his entire life, no matter how much hardship he endured or how many resources he exhausted, he might reach the Fourth or Fifth Realm and that would be the end. And only if he had extremely high talent in Old Martial Arts. If not, he wouldn't even get that far. His whole life spent lingering at the First or Second Realm.

Thinking of this, for a moment, the woman's heart ached with sorrow, and a faint mist welled up in her eyes.

"?" Wang Xian looked at her, on the verge of tears. He was utterly baffled. Wait. I didn't do anything to you, did I? Just sucked a few mouthfuls of tiger blood! It's not that serious! And you're crying?

"It's nothing..." The woman opened her eyes, noticed her own strange reaction, and immediately forced a smile, changing the subject.

"By the way, you came here to train in the Stacking Wave Force?" Having no martial talent must be a devastating blow to this boy. So it was best not to bring it up again. Wang Xian nodded.

"That secret skill is usually something only Third Realm martial artists choose to train in."

"You started training it far too early." Indeed, it was early. But it had to be early. Otherwise, when he trained in even more powerful secret skills later on, there'd be no time to practice this one.

"You use a saber?"

"Yeah."

"The saber suits you well. Most saber techniques emphasize spirit," the woman said.

"You have spirit in your heart, so training in saber techniques will surely yield twice the results with half the effort." He'd chosen the right path too. But the more that was true, the heavier the woman's heart grew.

"The style you practice should be the 'Heavenly Frost Divine Sword Style'?" Wang Xian asked. The woman showed a look of surprise:"You actually know of this style?" A mere little First Realm Martial Artist actually knew about styles, and even recognized this sword style? This only proved further that this boy, in his pursuit of the martial path, must have been devouring every scrap of martial knowledge, forgetting food and sleep! The woman sighed inwardly. Wang Xian nodded. Of course he knew.

Once cultivation reached the Third Realm, martial studies branched into styles. Why was swordplay so highly esteemed in this era? It wasn't actually because the sword was easier than other weapons. Rather, the selection of sword techniques available simply dwarfed the selection for other martial arts. The ultimate techniques of the sword styles were all Nation-Guarding level martial arts.

And as it happened, Dragon Country possessed the most Nation-Guarding level sword techniques, so sword styles were the most numerous. With many choices, many people trained in them. And martial artists' talents were diverse and varied. If one's talent didn't suit a particular style, they could simply switch to another. Naturally, the options were plentiful. The Heavenly Frost Divine Sword Style was an exceptionally formidable sword style.

In his previous life, Wang Xian had once crossed blades with a Martial God of this style. He had been on the back foot for most of it, and in the end, after enduring several hundred moves, he had regretfully lost.

"If it's the Heavenly Frost Divine Sword Style..." Wang Xian mused, "once your injuries heal, perhaps we could try to kill that Crimson Blood Mountain Lord." Hearing this, the woman's eyes instantly went wide. ➤ Next: Battle the Mountain Lord, Ultimate Dance, Three Thousand Water Aspects!