Zhang Yan returned to his residence with a frown. He thought of the Bonfire Festival that was five days away.
" No wonder the Sorcerer Tribe would be so enthusiastic about me whenever Hou Yi said that I had the same strength as him," Zhang Yan said with a bitter smile.”
Presumably, for millions of years, they had been fighting against each other. Even the warlike Sorcerer Tribe was a little bored. At this moment, Zhang Yan's arrival was undoubtedly a piece of good news for them.
It was human nature to like the new and hate the old.
Zhang Yan could even imagine what he would have to face on that day.
"Dao Development System, is there any way for me to break through to the second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.”
"Beep, the best plan has been calculated for the host.”
Zhang Yan looked over and his heart trembled.
"Dao Development System, are you sure that such an inhumane cultivation method is really reliable? I won't be beaten to death by them, right?"
"Beep. According to the current situation, the probability of you being killed is 10%. 70%, and there was a 20% chance that the fiendish energy would break through his Nine Apertures and kill him.”
"This!"
"Gulp!"
Zhang Yan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"The path of cultivation is against the heavens. I've long had this realization.”
"Let's do it this way!"
Zhang Yan gritted his teeth." As long as I successfully break through the second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, coupled with my Primordial Unity Golden Immortal strength and Dharma treasures, I'll have a chance to win if only a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Senior Magus attacks.”
That's right. If Zhang Yan's original focus was on the superior-grade Primordial Numinous treasure that Hou Yi had mentioned, then at this moment, he had already set his eyes on the blood of the Ancestral Sorcerer that Fei Lian had mentioned.
The Sorcerer Tribe was different from other living beings. The existence of their bloodline almost limited the growth of the Sorcerer Tribe.
There were several levels in the Sorcerer Tribe. The most ordinary Sorcerer was the son of an ordinary Sorcerer Tribe. The highest achievement of a Sorcerer could not surpass the Golden Immortal Realm. If there was no fortuitous encounter, his body would be limited to this realm.
And above that, there was the Grand Magus.
The bloodline of Senior Magi was purer. When they were born, they were born with a fragment of the Divine Law, which was also an Innate Immortal Divine Light. When Senior Magi finally grew to the extreme, their physiques could compete with those of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.
Senior Magi were very rare even in the Sorcerer Tribe. When Senior Magi reproduced among themselves, there was a very small chance that a Senior Magus's son would be born. Yes, very small chance.
Above them were the Ancestors of Sorcery. There were only 12 of them in the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
A drop of the blood of the Ancestral Magus was enough for an ordinary Wizard to advance and become a Senior Wizard. From this, it could be seen how attractive the reward this time was.
Zhang Yan was not a Sorcerer, but that did not mean that this drop of Ancestral Sorcerer's blood was useless to him. The blood essence contained in it was enough to elevate the Origin Power of Zhang Yan's bloodline to another level.
This allowed him to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art and no longer have to worry about the problem of his nine apertures bursting.
"Although the method is a little risky, it's not impossible to try.”
After Zhang Yan made up his mind, he walked out of the stone house and headed outside.
The second phase of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art required the Nine Apertures to be filled with the Ten Directional Fiendish Qi. This Ten Directional Fiendish Qi was hard to find in other places, but it was everywhere in the Sorcerer Tribe who cultivated with Fiendish Qi.
The ten baneful auras consisted of wind baneful aura, thunder baneful aura, water baneful aura, fire baneful aura, earth baneful aura, metal baneful aura, wood baneful aura, blood baneful aura, black baneful aura, and death baneful aura. There were ten types of acquired baneful auras in total.
This was something that Zhang Yan only knew after he had deliberately understood it. It turned out that there were actually so many types of Evil Qi. Fortunately, the requirement was Postnatal Evil Qi. If he wanted Innate Evil Qi, he really didn't know where to find it.
Zhang Yan came to the forest beside the stone house.
As there was a Shaman tribe not far away, it was emitting a murderous aura that soared into the sky all day long. The nearby trees were all infected by the murderous aura, and their trunks were dyed a hint of blood red. The leaves were especially hard, as if they were sharp blades.
"Baleful Wood Qi!"
Zhang Yan pondered for a moment, then circulated his mana in his hand, which shone with a mysterious aura. The technique of "Drawing out the Primordial Yang" was a divine power of the Heavenly Constellation Thirty-six Techniques. It could draw out the Primordial Yang Qi in one's body or steal the Primordial Yang Qi of others.
However, if that was the case, it would not be classified as a Heavenly Dipper Super Power. After Zhang Yan learned it, he discovered that not only could he extract the aura of the primordial yang, but he could also extract the other party's life force, essence, spirit, and even all auras.
At this moment, it was even more convenient for Zhang Yan to extract the Wood Qi from the trees. He could easily distinguish the countless auras hidden in the trees.
Strands of blood-red aura gathered in Zhang Yan's hand through the trees.
Soon, all of the Wood Qi in the tree had been extracted by Zhang Yan. After that, the tree became even more lush and gentle, no longer as sharp as before.
" Such a big tree can only extract such a small amount. I need to collect enough Evil Qi to fill the nine apertures, but Wutian doesn't have enough.”
Zhang Yan frowned. The wisp of Wood Qi in his hand was not even 1/10 million of an aperture point. He still had eight such apertures points, which was a bit too much work.
"Hey! Brother Zhang Yan, what are you doing?"
A shout came from not far away. It was Hou Yi.
"Oh! So it's Brother Hou Yi."
Zhang Yan greeted him with a smile and said,""I need the Ten Directional Fiendish Qi to refine my body, so I'm refining it.”
"Oh?"
Hou Yi stuck his head out and looked at the thread of green light mixed in the blood in Zhang Yan's hand. He was somewhat surprised.
"Mu Sha, isn't this too small?"
Hou Yi's words were clearly filled with disdain." Why didn't you tell me that you wanted baneful aura? We still have a lot of them over there. We have all kinds of them.”
"Don't refine it yourself. It's not pure at all. If you use it to refine your body, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.”
"Come with me."
Without any explanation, Hou Yi pulled Zhang Yan and flew in a direction.
Zhang Yan rolled his eyes. He felt as if Hou Yi was pulling his arm off.
"Slow down!" Zhang Yan hurriedly said. Slow down."
He did not have the strength and physique of a Primordial Immortal like Hou Yi, so he was dragged all the way here, leaving Zhang Yan in a sorry state.
"Brother Zhang Yan, your body can't take it.”
Hou Yi, who had only realized it after a long time, looked innocently at the dead branches and leaves that were plucked from his body.
"F * ck!"
Zhang Yan's face darkened as he could not help but curse.
"Hey, hey! What the hell is that?"
"I'm praising you."
"Oh, there's such a saying?"
"Of course!"
Zhang Yan followed Hou Yi into his bone house. This house was built from the skull of some unknown Fey beast.
However, Zhang Yan was more concerned about the taste of the Sorcerer Tribe. They actually used the head of a demon beast as a house. Wasn't it terrifying for them to spend the night in such a manner?
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