Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1187 - 1112: Blood Pool Cultivation

Watching Bu Fan’s reaction, Ye Qingfeng felt a slight stir in his heart. Having cultivated the Blood Slaughter Technique, Bu Fan’s craving for fresh blood was growing stronger, his Blood Body of Ten Thousand Slaughter was slowly being activated.

Ye Qingfeng strode out, but did not leave the Xuanyin Sect. Instead, he walked in another direction, deeper into the sect.

Ye Bufan silently followed Ye Qingfeng, while Leng Pao appeared somewhat fearful and wanted to ask Ye Qingfeng what he intended to do, but ultimately dared not speak, silently trailing behind.

The Xuanyin Sect wasn’t too large; Ye Qingfeng walked about five hundred meters inside, facing an ancient wooden house.

For some reason, upon reaching this point, Leng Pao felt uncomfortable all over, even breathing seemed difficult.

Ye Qingfeng walked directly into a room, evidently a secret chamber with the doors tightly shut and the surroundings sealed, nestled against the mountainside.

Ye Qingfeng kicked the door open and strode inside, heading directly to the innermost wall.

Leng Pao was momentarily stunned; this wall was set against the mountain rock—what was Ye Qingfeng up to?

Ye Qingfeng focused his mind, summoning his Flying Sword; his Divine Sense had already probed inside, realizing the space behind the wall was hollowed out.

With a single motion of his Flying Sword, Ye Qingfeng carved a rectangular entrance into the wall. Although he knew there were mechanisms on the wall, he didn’t need them.

Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword was so sharp that the wall was like tofu in front of it, easily sliced to create an opening.

Leng Pao was immediately astonished to find there was indeed a hidden passage behind it. Yet Ye Qingfeng hadn’t been here before, nor had he been shown the Xuanyin Sect; how did he know there was a hidden passage here?

Ye Qingfeng had no time to care about Leng Pao’s surprise; he just walked into the passageway, and as Leng Pao entered, he felt the discomfort intensify.

Originally reluctant to enter, once Ye Qingfeng and Bu Fan entered, the dark and eerie Xuanyin Sect was left to him alone.

Leng Pao shivered and quickly followed in.

The passage was extremely dark; Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword flew in the air, radiating bright white light that illuminated the passage.

Leng Pao looked at Ye Qingfeng’s brightly shining Flying Sword, filled with envy, imagining how great it would be to have such a cool Flying Sword.

Not hoping to kill enemies, using it to show off and woo girls would be great. Although given his status, he lacked nothing of the sort, conquering beautiful women’s hearts with personal strength was far different from the feeling of winning over mundane women through power.

If Ye Qingfeng knew his Flying Sword was regarded by Leng Pao merely as a cool item for showing off and wooing girls, he would likely be speechless.

The passage wasn’t very long; after five minutes, Ye Qingfeng stopped. They had reached the end.

The discomfort was overwhelming; Leng Pao could hardly breathe. As he reached Ye Qingfeng’s side, a strong bloody scent overwhelmed him, almost causing him to vomit.

Seeing the scene ahead, Leng Pao couldn’t hold back and ran, vomiting where he stood.

It was a Blood Pool, a circular basin filled with blood—not ordinary blood, but the special blood from humans like Tian Yuru who contained Spiritual Energy.

Killed by the Xuanyin Sect, their blood gathered into a pool, preserved using special methods.

This blood pool accumulated over decades by the Xuanyin Sect contained the blood of at least hundreds.

Unlike Leng Pao’s fear, a bright red gleam suddenly flashed through Ye Bufan’s eyes, his previously calm face displaying a hint of excitement.

"Get in, this blood pool can aid your cultivation," said Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Bufan hesitated not and jumped straight into the blood pool, deep enough to completely submerge his body.

Ye Qingfeng could sense Ye Bufan sitting cross-legged in the pool, eyes tightly shut, beginning the circulation of the Blood Slaughter Technique.

With the assistance of this blood teeming with Spiritual Energy, Ye Bufan’s practice of the Blood Slaughter Technique accelerated to ten times its usual speed, operating insanely fast.

The blood in the pool did not decrease, yet the bloody scent and Spiritual Energy madly flooded into Ye Bufan’s body.

"Senior, is he okay?"

The scent of blood was being absorbed by Ye Bufan, prompting Leng Pao to feel somewhat relieved and step forward to ask.

Ye Qingfeng did not respond, closely watching the blood pool as if he could directly see Ye Bufan through the thick blood.

Ye Bufan’s aura grew ever stronger; aided by the blood, the Blood Body of Ten Thousand Slaughter cultivated the Blood Slaughter Technique at an astonishing rate. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

This Blood Body and Technique, under the catalyst of fresh blood, formed an invincible existence, though the risk of losing one’s mind during such cultivation was high.

Without Ye Qingfeng’s control, it wouldn’t take long for Ye Bufan to become a killing demon.

A flash of light crossed Ye Qingfeng’s eyes; he must control Ye Bufan, helping him suppress the bloody aura within to prevent forming a Bloodthirsty Pill.

Once the pill formed, Ye Bufan would be on a path of no return.

As Ye Qingfeng pondered, the pool abruptly began boiling, with bloody scent and Spiritual Energy violently rushing into Ye Bufan’s body. The blood from hundreds stirred, blending the subtle Spiritual Energy, sensed by Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense as it was devoured into Bu Fan’s body like a whale.

"Open your mouth!" Ye Qingfeng commanded quietly.

Without hesitation, Ye Bufan opened his mouth. At that moment, Ye Qingfeng had already produced a bottle of Elixir.

Once opened, an overwhelming fragrance of Spiritual Energy permeated the passage.

Ye Qingfeng flicked his finger, sending the Spirit Pill into the pool, his last Spirit Pill kept specifically for Ye Bufan.

"Bang!"

Soon after the Spirit Pill entered the pool, it exploded, sending a blood-drenched youth flying forth.

Leng Pao watched as Ye Bufan was thrown out, his legs gave out, causing him to collapse on the ground.

At this moment, Bu Fan was drenched in blood, with only one arm, his slight frame exuding an intimidating bloody aura, causing hearts to tremble.

Crimson!

This was Leng Pao’s sole thought; the boy was enveloped in a crimson aura, not just the hue of his bloodied skin but the deep red in his eyes.

An exotic shade more crimson than blood itself, utterly terrifying.