59-Blood Soul Pill.

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*Bang!* 

A clash of blows, and the two separated in an instant.

"Master Yin, this man is indeed strange. His martial prowess isn't the result of diligent training—some method forcibly boosted him. He's at Fourth Rank Divine Strength Realm, yet he can't match me, a Fifth Rank."

Mei Weixuan wiped the blood trickling from his mouth, caused by the impact.

"It's obvious. Step back!"

"Yes."

At this moment, Guo Yanhuai, having been outmatched by Mei Weixuan—despite the latter's mere Fifth Rank cultivation—suffered a mental blow. His demeanor grew increasingly frenzied, and he roared, saliva dripping from his mouth.

"Die! You'll all die! All of you!"

As he spoke, his aura surged wildly. His body inexplicably swelled, transforming him into a small giant. Blood-tinged sweat oozed from the pores of his exposed skin, turning him into a blood-soaked figure in moments.

He became a blur of crimson, lunging at Mei Weixuan once more.

"Martial arts is a path of constantly surpassing one's limits and mastering one's strength. To become like a wild beast, driven only by slaughter without reason, is to fall into a heretical path."

Facing the mindless Guo Yanhuai, Master Yin flicked his right hand lightly.

A white burst of astral qi coalesced in his palm, extending three feet outward. It formed a palm print that gently struck Guo Yanhuai's chest.

*Bang!* 

Guo Yanhuai flew backward, his chest caving in. Bright red blood sprayed from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Mei Weixuan's eyes widened, and he muttered, "I've seen Master Yin strike before, but it's always mesmerizing. Upper-tier Third Rank Qi Refining—truly like a sparrow pecking a bull's rear: sparrow eats bullshit."

*Smack!* 

Before Mei Weixuan could finish, a gust of force hit him, giving him no chance to resist. He was knocked flat, eating dirt.

It was Master Yin, unable to tolerate his mouth any longer.

The silent Gu woman nearby twitched her lips, turning her head aside.

*Such a fine person—why does he have that mouth?*

"Charge! Protect General Guo!"

"Save the general!"

The watching rebel commanders snapped to action, raising their weapons to defend their leader.

"Get lost!"

Master Yin snorted coldly, his voice rippling out like a shockwave, stunning the rebels with splitting headaches and forcing them to their knees.

He stepped forward, seizing Guo Yanhuai in one hand. Internal energy flowed into his body as Master Yin examined him closely.

After a moment, his face darkened ominously.

"Master Yin, did you find something?"

Seeing his expression, the Gu woman knew something serious was afoot—otherwise, he wouldn't react this way.

"Blood Soul Pill…"

The Gu woman froze, then her face paled. "Master Yin, are you talking about the Blood Soul Pill that ravaged the previous dynasty? How's that possible? Didn't it vanish with the Blood Demon Sect? Could… could you have misjudged?"

Master Yin shook his head. "Turbid qi and blood, condensed but unstable, red-tinged eyes, frenzied demeanor, damaged life-fire, and shortened lifespan—these are the hallmarks of the Blood Soul Pill. No mistake."

"Trouble. We must report this to the court and the sect immediately. Back then, the Blood Demon Sect used the Blood Soul Pill to throw Great Qian into chaos, leaving the people in misery. If not for Great Chen's founder seizing the moment, aided by the previous sect leader to restore order, who knows what would've happened? Now it's back. If it's just someone stumbling on the recipe, fine—but if the Blood Demon Sect is resurging… Weixuan, find your second uncle and have him bring troops to secure this place. Yourong, round up all the rebel commanders—I'll interrogate them myself." 

Master Yin's face was grave as he quickly issued orders.

Gu Yourong and Mei Weixuan, grasping the gravity, didn't dare delay.

…

"It worked? Haha, system, add the points!"

Zhong Lin's eyes snapped open, his heart leaping with joy as he saw those words appear on the system panel.

Moments later, he reopened it.

Host: Zhong Lin

- Skills:

--Methods: Iron Mountain Strength Technique (Max Level), Black Tiger Fist (Max Level), Red Sun Stance Technique(Max Level).

--Techniques: Archery (Max Level), Flying Locust Stone (Max Level), Instant Kill Technique (Max Level), Willow Catkin Footwork (Max Level), Wind-Splitting Blade Technique (Max Level), Rolling Stone Fist (Max Level), Iron Sand Palm(Max Level), Breath Concealment (Max Level), Breath Tracking (Max Level), Eight-Step Cicada Chase (Max Level), Lotus Gold Needle (Max Level).

--Miscellaneous: Realistic Painting (Max Level), Calligraphy (Max Level), Culinary Arts (Max Level), Medicine (Max Level), Pharmacy(Max Level), Disguise Technique (Max Level), Mimicry (Max Level), Lockpicking (Max Level).

Skill Points: ∞ 

After three full days, Zhong Lin had finally grasped the *Red Sun Stance Technique*, registering it on the system panel.

Once it was in the system, everything became simple.

Now, Zhong Lin's understanding of the *Red Sun Stance Technique* matched its creator's level, decades of experience flooding his mind.

He adjusted his breathing, squatting slightly, arms raised.

"Power rises from the ground, sink the shoulders and drop the elbows, loosen the waist and settle the hips, prop the shoulders and extend the elbows, round the stance and wrap the knees…"

In the courtyard's open space, he assumed the *Red Sun Stance Technique* pose. Under the scorching sun, it felt like flames enveloped him, a burning sensation coursing through his body.

"Power originates from the ground, rooted in the feet, governed by the waist and hips, passing through the shoulders and arms, expressed through the wrists and fingers."

Unlike his clumsy first attempt, Zhong Lin now moved as if he'd practiced for years, each motion carrying a peculiar rhythm.

"Exhale!"

"Inhale!"

 assuming the stance, Zhong Lin immersed himself in his breathing, feeling as though he'd become a stream of qi, flowing through his airways into every limb and bone.

His senses sharpened—he could even "hear" his blood pulsing.

*Buzz!* 

At a certain moment, Zhong Lin's eyes widened. A faint, ethereal vapor seemed to rise from his blood.

In that instant, he felt a warm current surge through his body, like soaking in a hot bath—soothing and pleasant.

He could distinctly sense his strength growing.

"This is qi and blood? I'm at Sixth Rank Qi and Blood Realm now?"

The sensation of bathing in warm water was exhilarating, leaving Zhong Lin awestruck and entranced.

The lower three ranks focused on tempering muscles and bones; only the middle three ranks truly touched extraordinary power. This unique, personal force captivated him.

"According to the *Red Sun Stance Technique*, when qi and blood can enhance the hands, it's proficiency; the arms, minor mastery; full mastery is when it reaches all four limbs. Then, robust qi and blood can nourish the organs, paving the way to the next realm—Fifth Rank Internal Strength Realm."

"Right now, my condensed qi and blood is just a wisp—not even enough to enhance my hands. It feels like a candle in the wind, ready to flicker out any moment. It still needs nurturing!"

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