The Feng Zun Journey
Spiritual Blood Powder
"Let's take a walk to the imperial palace,"
After saying that Feng Zun got up from his rotational chair, then looked up at the sky.
It was dusk, the sky was foggy and dark.
Monk Gongji's expression changed dramatically, “Young Master, we can't be rash, the imperial palace is currently occupied by an elder, two dharma protectors, four deacons, and eighteen ordinary cultivators from the Heavenly Devil Prison. Their combined strength was enough to sweep across Zhou Agung. ”.
He then explained the identities of those people at high speed.
The Heavenly Devil Prison Elder present was called Nang Gongtai, and he was a true advanced cultivator of the Immortal Realm.
Both of their protective ancestors were named Su Ying and Wuan Pojia. Both of them were in the Immortal Realm.
The deacons were in the Mortal Realm, whereas the remaining eighteen were ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Devil Prison, they were all in the Nascent Soul and Nirvana Realms.
Feng Zun did not say anything about this, but Zhuan Long laughed coldly, “Twistful of such strength? To my Master, it's not even worth mentioning. Monk, you don't have to worry about this.”
Yin Ying nodded, “For my Mud Master, it is indeed far from what could be called a threat.”
Even Zhenyu who was always careful finally sighed in relief, “And here I think that the Heavenly Devil Prison is scary. But if that's all they got, they really don't deserve our attention.”
Monk Gongji didn't know what to say about it. “...”
He was really surprised. These people....they don't even care about Immortal Realm cultivators!?
"Let's go."
With that Feng Zun then walked out of the Wind Villa with his hands behind his back.
Monk Gongji was about to open his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Zhuan Long had interrupted him first, he reminded him gently, “Biksu, just a word may not be enough, he said, if you see it for yourself, you will believe it. Why not come with us and see the excitement yourself?”
"That's ..."
Monk Gongji was clearly hesitant, but when he saw Feng Zun and his friends had already taken action, he gritted his teeth and followed.
……
The twilight light bathed the majestic ancient imperial palace in a red-orange glow.
The Imperial Main Hall.
Nine giant bronze coloured cauldrons stood on an Altar.
A group of cultivators each carried a jade bottle, and all of them poured deep red blood into the cauldron.
It is a fine blood grain, and contains a surprising amount of blood qi.
As they poured even more into the cauldron, the surface of the bronze cauldron shone with a blood red glow.
The contents inside are solid with bloody liquid. It was turbulent nonstop, a pungent and bloody smell filled the air.
Emperor Zhou Lingyun sat by the side of the hall, observing from a distance, his face pale and his fists clenched tightly. It took everything he had to suppress his urge not to vomit.
“It just stinks of blood, you can't take it, Your Majesty? Turns out you really are a weak person. ” scorn one of the cultivators.
The others laughed.
Emperor Zhou Lingyun looked uncomfortable, and he lowered his head. He said nothing, but inwardly, he hated them more than anything else.
For the past few days, they acted at will and ignored anything. Despite having occupied the imperial palace, they did not take an Emperor Zhou seriously.
“Quick do your job. After we refine the Spiritual Blood Powder, we still have to send it to the elders. We can't delay for any reason." said the thin, gray old man sitting on the throne.
He was leaning against an angle, his eyes were sunken, and he had a cold and sinister disposition.
Wuan Pojia's!
One of the Heavenly Devil Prison protectors.
When they heard this, the cultivators did not dare to laze around, and they began to work, without wasting any time at all.
Emperor Zhou Lingyun looked at Wuan Pojia and said, Late-lately, the Heavenly Devil Prison has gone too far, you ordered spiritual beings and beasts to attack the cities throughout Zhou Great, you guys are ordering spiritual beings and beasts to attack the city, all just for the sake of refining this so-called Spiritual Blood Powder. You have brought disaster for the people to collect all that blood powder .”
He stopped, but in the end, he couldn't help but ask, “I'm really curious, what exactly is all this for?”
Wuan Pojia glanced at Emperor Zhou Lingyun, then chuckled, “If you need to know something, of course we will tell you. If there is something you don't need to know, you better keep quiet.”
Emperor Zhou Lingyun said seriously, “Then when will this end? Don't tell me you plan to kill the entire population, until the last descendant of Zhou the Great?"
Wuan Pojia looked at him strangely and said, “A petty little country like Zhou the Great? Even if we have killed every resident of your empire, the resulting Spiritual Blood Powder will not be enough.”
Emperor Zhou Lingyun's expression changed dramatically, and he barely dared to believe his ears.
“Of course, even though we are a Demonist sect, we will not do anything stupid like 'draining the pond just to harvest fish.' After some time next, we will proceed to the Han Dynasty, Feng Dynasty, and other small empires. We will continue to collect blood powder there.”
Wuan Pojia again said slowly, “According to our estimation, if we collect one hundred thousand catties of blood powder per day, we will most likely be able to refine enough Spiritual Blood Powders, if we are able to, in just three months.”
Three months!
One hundred thousand catties of blood powder per day!
Emperor Zhou Lingyun's hands and feet were as if numb, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.
To his knowledge, killing ten adults in his prime, would only produce enough blood essence to purify a pound of blood powder.
If they wanted to gather one hundred thousand catties per day, it meant that he would have to exterminate one million lives per day, even if there were no failures during the refining process!
If this continued for three months, it would result in ninety million deaths, all of it just so that the Heavenly Devil Prison could refine enough Spiritual Blood Powers!
If they continued such brutality for a long time, wouldn't that make the world hell?
"Aren't you afraid of retribution from the gods?" said Emperor Zhou Lingyun, his face pale.
He had never even imagined how such a ruthless, bloodthirsty cultivator could exist in this world. They see human life as wheat that can be harvested in their spare time.
It's more than just brutal, it's inhumane!
"God's revenge?"
Wuan Pojia could not help but laugh, “Devil cultivators like us have always rebelled against the rules of heaven. When have we ever worried about ourselves with such things? Little boy, in the end, you are not a true cultivator. You can't possibly understand, as long as you are strong enough, even a god's vengeance will be powerless against you!"
His voice was full of confidence and looked down on the world.
Emperor Zhou Lingyun was really desperate, he simply could not understand Wuan Pojia's line of thought.