The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1304: Osteotomist

Wang Xiaoya was left dumbfounded by Long Fei, who was holding her and spinning around while laughing foolishly.

In this creepy place, it oddly felt a bit romantic.

Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya didn’t do much else; they were wandering all over, looking for bones with bone patterns, like osteotomists.

The time was too tight for Long Fei to experiment here, so he could only jot it all down in his mind to deal with later.

Bones that could remain preserved for tens of thousands of years without decay here belonged to individuals with incredibly powerful physical bodies.

According to Long Fei’s deductions, these bone patterns were innately formed and only passed down by those with robust physical bodies.

The bone patterns differed across races, but there were also shared connections between them.

It seemed as though, at the time of separation, each race took a portion of something.

If all were combined, it must form the original, most powerful version of a physical cultivator.

Following old legends and deductions, if the bone patterns of all races could be collected, it might be possible to condense the Bone Pattern Path of Pangu.

Of course, all of this was unverified.

Specifically, how to carve bone patterns onto one’s own bones was still something Long Fei hadn’t figured out yet.

For now, he was wandering aimlessly around the city with Wang Xiaoya, only looking for places with piles of bones.

The others busied themselves searching for magical treasures inside temples and houses. Since their goals didn’t overlap, the first day passed peacefully.

After completely searching the outer bones, the two ventured deeper into the city.

The closer they got to the center, the heavier the miasma became.

An ordinary person taking just one breath here would likely dissolve into pus and blood.

Even cultivators had to quickly summon protective enchantments or treasures to shield their bodies from contamination.

Their ancestors had been here before and developed certain countermeasures.

When they came, each of them brought their own magical treasures.

Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya stumbled upon the body of a disciple, his body pierced by the vines of a plant-type demon.

On his back was something resembling an oxygen tank, but it was filled with Spirit Stones instead.

When worn, the device allowed processed Spiritual Energy to be inhaled via a mask, making it incredibly convenient.

Spiritual Energy, like pure oxygen, couldn’t be directly breathed in—it had to be absorbed through the body’s pores.

Without care, however, miasma could seep in during this process. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Wearing this Spiritual Energy mask, the processed Spiritual Energy was perfectly suited to the body’s respiratory threshold.

For convenience, Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya took the gear from the fallen disciple and wore it themselves.

With the leather helmets on their heads, it was hard to even tell who was who anymore.

The next day, while they were digging through bones, they were caught by a group of fellow disciples who were also wearing Spiritual Energy masks.

The newcomers introduced themselves and, seeing Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya digging for bones, mocked, "Junior disciples, you two are so pathetic. While everyone else is searching for magical treasures deeper inside, you’re out here digging bones and scavenging trash. You’re a disgrace to our Heavenly Human Sect!"

"Why are you standing there dazed? Hurry and follow us! We’re going to join Senior Brother to seize the treasures."

Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, both wearing the Spiritual Energy armor and masks, weren’t recognized by the group.

Especially Wang Xiaoya—having changed into a man’s long robe and with her delicate appearance—they didn’t even realize she was a woman.

Long Fei had already searched most of the outer bones.

Nodding toward Wang Xiaoya, he signaled to follow the group and check out the inner areas.

The place where the miasma was thickest within the city was undoubtedly where masters had made their final stand.

During their journey, Long Fei overheard many things from these disciples.

It turned out the group with inherited knowledge had immediately headed to a predetermined location upon arriving—all acting with specific goals in mind.

Great sects had already spent years researching this place and understood its layout well.

They knew exactly where the magical treasures and valuable items were located.

During the ancient demon invasion, the Human Race had retreated step by step, finally relocating to the southern end of the city—to the foot of a peak.

Atop this mountain stood a palace—that of the Imperial Family—the Flame Emperor Palace.

When Long Fei and the others reached the vicinity, they could faintly see the mountain’s outline through the dense fog.

The mountain wasn’t tall, about a thousand meters high.

In this world, it was essentially a small hill.

However, it glowed red with radiating heat, a fiery energy emanating from its peak. The mountain’s shape was cylindrical at the top and rounded at the base.

Long Fei stared at it for a long while, unable to find the words to describe it. But Wang Xiaoya laughed and said, "Doesn’t it look like a copper hotpot?"

"Exactly!"

Long Fei snapped his fingers, laughing, "A copper hotpot, spot on!"

Because of the heat emanating from the mountain, the miasma couldn’t cover it and was only swirling around its edges.

At the base of the mountain was a Blood Sea, approximately ten thousand meters wide.

The Blood Sea formed the "rim" of the copper hotpot, with the mountain emerging as its protruding "lid."

Inside the mountain, flames churned, causing the Blood Sea to bubble and steam, releasing gurgling vapors.

These blood-colored vapors were the source of the miasma plaguing this small world.

The incomprehensibly vast Blood Sea must have been birthed from an endless supply of corpses, resembling a crimson Asura hell.

Floating within were countless white bone remains, as well as intact corpses that hadn’t yet dissolved.

Anyone standing nearby would be filled with terror at just a glance.

Long Fei was thrilled; as an osteotomist, seeing bones was like seeing gold.

Though the corpses made him feel a jolt of fear—after all, the Blood Sea had been bubbling for eternity—the fact that corpses here hadn’t rotted or melted after tens of thousands of years was astounding.

The ferocity of the battle that took place back then was utterly unimaginable.

The group from the Heavenly Human Sect advanced, led by Senior Brother Zhu Yuchen. His connections with Mount Shu, Mount Mao, and other prominent sects made for a strong alliance.

Gathering their forces, they soon became a crowd of over a thousand disciples, cutting down plant-like demons with ease as they approached the Blood Sea.

Generations of cultivators had waged battles here; no matter how many of the plant demons reproduced, they weren’t enough to withstand the cultivators’ onslaught.

This generation was the weakest yet. Across all previous entries into this realm, fewer than ten thousand cultivators had ventured here in total.

Within the Blood Sea, some sort of battle was taking place.

The combatants weren’t humans but scarlet blood beings.

The crowd whispered among themselves until someone shouted, "Beyond this Blood Sea lies the Flame Emperor Palace’s treasures. Whoever crosses this is destined to receive immense fortune and opportunities!"

"It’s said that since ancient times, only a handful of people have ever made it across. Some didn’t even reach the summit. They picked up an artifact on the mountain slopes and became unrivaled upon leaving."

"What are those monsters in the Blood Sea?"

"Resentful Spirits. During the ancient war between humans and demons, unextinguished resentment lingered, giving birth to these beings in the Blood Sea. They’re neither human nor ghost, neither demon nor devil, just pure residual killing intent and desire."

"They lack consciousness, existing only as murderous intent. With millions of Resentful Spirits in the Blood Sea, it’s said only those destined for great fortune can make it through."

"..."

The crowd continued their discussions, while only a few exceptionally skilled cultivators braved the Blood Sea with their magical treasures. Everyone else remained as spectators.

In no time, tens of thousands of disciples had gathered in the area.

None ventured elsewhere—they all seemed to be waiting for something.

Long Fei curiously asked Zhu Yuchen, "Senior Brother, why is everyone waiting here?"

Zhu Yuchen scolded him, "Were you asleep when the ancestors explained this? The Blood Sea was originally the Moat. There’s only one Iron Chain Bridge here that leads to the other side. Every day at noon, when the mountain’s Yang Qi is strongest, the Blood Spirits are at their weakest. That’s when the Iron Chain Bridge reveals itself, allowing us to cross to the other side."

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