MTLNOVEL Chapter 498: Drained by Women, Aren't You?
Chapter 498: Drained by Women, Aren’t You?
The old man stared at Lin Fengmian, his eyes slightly dazed as if he was seeing someone from a thousand years ago.
“So similar… you’re becoming more and more like him!”
The complexity in his gaze didn’t escape Lin Fengmian’s notice.
Remembering the old man’s words, Lin Fengmian’s heart was in turmoil.
Had this man really seen him from a thousand years ago?
Who exactly was he?
The Heavenly Grace Dynasty… could he be Ding Fuxia, who hadn’t been seen in years?
Or was it possible that Jun Chengye wasn’t dead after all?
Jun Wuxie’s appearance couldn’t be a coincidence. What were they planning?
Despite the storm raging in his heart, Lin Fengmian put on a hesitant expression and said, “But even if I give it my all, I might not pass the selection.”
His words, along with his somewhat pitiful aptitude, brought the old man back to reality.
The trash in front of him wasn’t the man from a thousand years ago.
That man, even if he didn’t cultivate, would never have been this useless.
The old man became impatient. “The judge of this selection is your father, and one of the supervisors is your aunt.”
“We can manipulate the draw and arrange some fake fights. It’ll be a sure thing.”
Lin Fengmian hesitated. “Master, are you suggesting… cheating?”
The old man snorted. “What else can we do? Do you think you can bulldoze through with your current strength?”
Lin Fengmian was speechless. Curious, he asked, “What about the Imperial Palace’s assessment?”
The old man smiled mysteriously. “As long as you pass the selection, I have ways to help you pass the Blood Fiend Trial.”
Lin Fengmian nodded, not daring to ask more. He changed the subject. “Master, have you heard about Chen Chaoyan?”
The old man’s face darkened. “I’m already looking for a suitable replacement.”
“But time is tight, and it’s not easy to find one. If necessary, I’ll use other methods to help you.”
Lin Fengmian hummed in acknowledgement, finally confirming that Chen Chaoyan had indeed been prepared as a means of cheating for him.
Since Shangguan Qiong hadn’t agreed, he didn’t dare to bring up Chen Qingyan.
The old man frowned at Lin Fengmian. “I heard from You Yao that you’ve been mingling with the Joyful Union Sect recently?”
Lin Fengmian replied honestly, “I’ve been practicing the Joyful Union Sect’s dual cultivation techniques with Shangguan Yuqiong. It’s been quite effective in boosting my progress.”
The old man’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Dual cultivation techniques? Let me see them.”
Lin Fengmian handed over the prepared techniques of the Joyful Union Sect.
The old man glanced through them and let out a disdainful laugh.
“These techniques might speed up your progress, but they’re like cooking with fire – your foundation will be unstable and useless.”
Lin Fengmian shrugged. “I’m not aiming for any deep realms. As long as I can intimidate others with my aura, that’s enough.”
The old man scolded sternly, “Nonsense! How many times have I told you not to rush your progress? You’re ruining your future!”
Seeing Lin Fengmian’s lack of ambition, the old man found it even harder to connect him with the prodigy from a thousand years ago.
Lin Fengmian was startled by the old man’s intensity.
Why did he care about him so much?
The old man grabbed Lin Fengmian’s hand and examined him again, his expression serious. “Fortunately, your foundation isn’t too unstable.”
He let go and said, “Follow me. I’ll use the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Array to solidify your foundation and condense your blood energy.”
Lin Fengmian had no choice but to obediently follow, even though he was utterly confused.
When he first learned that Jun Wuxie had established a foundation in the Heavenly Dao, he had found it strange. After fighting with Jun Wuxie, he was even more puzzled.
How could a spoiled young master have such a solid foundation? Aside from his weak martial arts skills, Jun Wuxie was almost on par with him.
Was the old man’s kindness to Jun Wuxie really just because of their master-disciple relationship?
The two of them arrived at the blood pool in the middle of the cave. The old man commanded, “Get in!”
Lin Fengmian removed his clothes and jumped into the pool of blood.
The old man took out various bottles and jars from his storage ring, pouring various types of blood into the pool.
“This is the blood of various demonic beasts that I’ve painstakingly collected. They have special effects for the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art. Start cultivating now!”
Lin Fengmian quickly began to circulate the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art, absorbing the blood energy from the pool.
The old man activated the blood field around the pool, and the twelve ancestral witch statues glowed, spitting out different kinds of blood that drenched Lin Fengmian.
The blood seemed to be alive, wrapping around Lin Fengmian’s body and pouring into him.
The intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
The old man frowned in displeasure. “After a year, why has your physical strength regressed instead of improving?”
Lin Fengmian had never seriously tempered his body, so it was naturally inferior to Jun Wuxie’s.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he stammered, “Perhaps… my aptitude is just too poor?”
The old man snorted, his tone filled with disappointment. “I think you’ve been drained by those women, haven’t you?”
“Your talent is already inferior to others. Stop wasting your energy on women and concentrate on your cultivation!”
Lin Fengmian nodded repeatedly, pretending to take the lesson to heart. “Master is right. I will heed your teachings.”
He didn’t dare to slack off and began absorbing the blood energy with utmost seriousness, even though his doubts only grew.
Why was the old man more concerned about his progress in cultivation than he was?
From the notes he had seen earlier, the old man was researching dark arts related to souls and bodies.
This didn’t seem like it boded well!
Even more bizarre was that during his cultivation, he felt a continuous stream of soul power flowing into his sea of consciousness, reinforcing the special seal.
Lin Fengmian’s internal alarms went off.
Could it be that the day he met Empress Fengyao would also be the day of his death?
But for now, he had no other options. He could only desperately circulate the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art and absorb the blood energy from the pool.
Time passed, and even though Lin Fengmian’s primary cultivation was not the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art, his progress was astonishing.
After all, how many people in the world could receive personal instruction from the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign?
During their battle, the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign had demonstrated all twelve transformations of the Ancestral Witches.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had long since perished, and the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign was the one with the deepest understanding of them in the world.
To receive personal demonstrations from the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign was a privilege that not even his direct disciples might enjoy.
The old man watched Lin Fengmian’s rapid progress with some surprise.
This kid’s cultivation speed isn’t bad after the marrow cleansing.
A strange smile crept onto his lips. This might actually work out well!
After what seemed like an eternity, Lin Fengmian finally finished absorbing the blood energy from the pool. Dark red blood dripped from his body as he opened his eyes, a red glint flashing within them.
Various negative emotions seemed to overflow, making him look sinister and threatening.
He had absorbed too much of the blood’s negative energy, and without the Demon Emperor Technique to suppress it, these emotions threatened to overwhelm his mind.
However, Lin Fengmian didn’t dare to switch cultivation techniques. He forcibly suppressed the negative emotions and called out, “Master?”
The environment was eerily quiet. He looked around, but he couldn’t find the old man. All he found was a jade slip by the pool of blood.
Lin Fengmian activated the jade slip, and the old man’s hoarse voice echoed from it.
“Come here every three days from now on. I’ll help you temper your body and refine your blood!”