Chapter 25: Ancestral Sorcerer’s Phantom

The Six-Winged Golden Cicada?

Jing Wushuang trembled all over. “Granny, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada is highly poisonous. If it crawls into him like this, won’t Brother Mu Feng…”

“Indeed, he will definitely die. Granny today will help you kill this boy!”

Ghost Mother gave a cold laugh and spoke slowly. “Love is a poison, the most terrifying and hardest to cure poison in the world. Especially when a woman truly falls in love with a heartless man, she becomes incurable. Shuang’er, you are still young and don’t understand many things. Granny is helping you. This boy named Mu has integrity and talent, he will enchant countless women in the future. Falling in love with him will definitely lead to a bad outcome. It’s best to kill him now, so you won’t deeply regret it someday!”

“No, Granny, I don’t like him. Please let him go, we only just met!” Jing Wushuang knelt on the ground with a thud, begging loudly.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there lived a venomous snake called ‘Seven-Step Snake’. Once bitten by it, no matter who it was, they would die on the spot within the time it took to walk seven steps, with no cure. The Six-Winged Golden Cicada that burrowed into Mu Feng’s body was nearly ten times more poisonous than the ‘Seven-Step Snake’. With it directly entering his body like that, who could survive?

“Some people live together for a lifetime yet remain as cold as strangers, with no feelings. Others, with just one meeting or one glance, can never forget each other. Moreover, those struck by the Seven Extremes Sun-Severing Fist suffer a seizure every seven years, with all their Yang Energy severed. The stronger they are, the more severe the seizure becomes, a pain that makes life worse than death. Before, this boy couldn’t cultivate and was just a frail scholar, barely managing to endure with the help of the elders at Mu Manor. Once his blocked meridians are cleared and he steps onto the cultivation path, no one will be able to help him when the seizure hits! It’s better to endure short pain now than long pain later. Shuang’er, killing him now is for your own good!”

Ghost Mother’s face was icy. Even with Jing Wushuang’s desperate pleas, she remained unmoved. Her heart was as hard as rock, more venomous than a scorpion, colder than a glacier!

“Ah…”

Mu Feng let out a sharp cry, his muscles twitching in waves of pain.

After burrowing inside, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada, as big as a thumb, quickly shrank into a small black dot that drilled around inside his body, traveling through every meridian. The severely blocked Shaoyin and Lesser Yang Meridians were forcibly drilled open by it bit by bit. At the same time, wherever this highly poisonous little creature went, it left a faint green tinge. He was severely poisoned, and the Spiritual Power inside him rapidly drained.

Slowly, more and more poisonous gas accumulated inside his body. It surged up to his brain with his blood, starting to erode the memories in his mind. The sensation felt like his head was being cut open and examined carefully, all his secrets exposed to the air.

Not good! This old witch Ghost Mother wants to steal my power and memories!

Mu Feng was greatly alarmed. He glanced at the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands that Ghost Mother had seized, and suddenly had an idea.

Clearly, after failing to refine these eighteen command banners, this old witch realized that he had already claimed them. Not only did she want to kill him and take the treasure, but she also wanted to steal the cultivation method he used to refine the eighteen banners, taking all the memory fragments of the Ancient Great Witch in his mind for herself! If she succeeded, even if he didn’t die, he would completely lose any hope of reaching the Cultivation Peak, becoming penniless again!

Hu…

Mu Feng endured the heart-piercing pain, gathering his remaining Spiritual Power, hoping to crush the Six-Winged Golden Cicada wreaking havoc inside him. Unexpectedly, the condescending Ghost Mother smirked coldly, and the tiny Six-Winged Golden Cicada emitted a black light, defeating his Spiritual Power in one strike. Then, its wings buzzed as it surged out from the Lesser Yang Meridian, heading straight for the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood inside him.

The Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood he had swallowed had never been fully fused or refined by him. The massive power contained within this drop of blood posed a fatal attraction to the Six-Winged Golden Cicada.

“No…”

Mu Feng’s eyes turned red. This drop of Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood was the source of his power. If the terrifying Six-Winged Golden Cicada succeeded, his strength would greatly decline. Unfortunately, though filled with rage, he was powerless. He could only watch helplessly through inner vision as the Six-Winged Golden Cicada got closer and closer to the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood!

Bang…

Just as the Six-Winged Golden Cicada was about to bite it, the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood inside Mu Feng suddenly surged into a massive blood wave, unleashing an unprecedented power. The scorching blood wave instantly submerged and refined the terrifying Six-Winged Golden Cicada. Then, an invisible force rushed out, crashing into the condescending Ghost Mother on the platform with a loud ‘boom’, making the chains behind her clatter loudly.

The dignity of the Ancestral Sorcerer shall not be desecrated!

After accidentally swallowing the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood in the Blood Pool and using Ancient Witchcraft to gather the remnant wills of the great sorcerers left in various times and spaces, Mu Feng became the only recognized disciple of the Sorcerer’s Gate by the ancient great sorcerers. Any force attempting to steal the memory fragments of the great sorcerers would surely face the combined counterattack of the ancient great sorcerers’ remnant souls!

Pfft…

Ghost Mother turned pale, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at Mu Feng below the platform in disbelief. The Eighteen Blood Witch Commands in her hand suddenly buzzed and flew out, merging into Mu Feng’s body. They transformed into eighteen blood-red war banners, forming a circular sorcerer formation centered around the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood.

“Blood Refining Art, break for me!”

Mu Feng didn’t have time to closely observe the changes inside his body. He formed a Shamanic Incantation with his hands, using supreme Ancient Witchcraft to quickly gather the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy floating in the air. He used the blood wave stirred by the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood to forcefully impact his bottleneck, striving to officially step into the threshold of cultivation in one move. As soon as he spoke, countless pure streams of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy rushed toward him, growing increasingly vast, forming an energy vortex inside the stone grotto.

In the blink of an eye, the accumulated Spiritual Power inside him not only quickly recovered but also rose section by section to an unbelievable level.

Ancient Witchcraft—Spirit Gathering!

I offer my blood to Xuanyuan, I will not stop until I reach the peak!

Mu Feng’s eyes were red as he fully executed the Blood Refining Art, agitating the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood inside him to create wave after wave of scorching blood waves. His entire body’s blood energy churned as he recklessly assaulted the constraints of his body.

With the Shaoyin and Lesser Yang Meridians cleared, allowing the Spiritual Power inside him to complete a full cycle, the power of Ancient Witchcraft, whether Spirit Gathering or Blood Refining Art, suddenly increased many times over!

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle gurgle gurgle…

As large amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy poured in, his abdomen rose and fell dramatically, producing dull sounds.

At first, it sounded like hard beans popping. Then, it resembled frog croaks and ox bellows, growing heavier and louder, even shaking the ground, causing the earth to tremble. Finally, it became like thunder, making eardrums ache with each wave, as if muffled thunderclaps were exploding inside him.

His chest was like a vast sea, every breath was a muffled thunder, tempered thousands of times!

Thunder Sound Bone Tempering!

With the help of the sudden blood wave stirred by the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood and the surging Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, Mu Feng’s body rapidly strengthened.

Under everyone’s gaze, his body expanded another size, with a broad back and thick waist, almost half a head taller than before. His muscles buzzed, vibrating at a speed difficult to discern with the naked eye. Every muscle was filled with explosive power. Finally, with an earth-shaking thunderclap, the Spiritual Power inside him was instantly drained. Behind him, a massive phantom appeared with a ‘boom’.

It stood hundreds of feet tall, with four faces and eight arms. No matter which angle you looked from, you couldn’t see its back. Its facial features were blurry, except for those eyes, which you could never forget once you saw them.

What kind of eyes were they?

Ancient, weathered, profound, icy…

Like a supreme deity looking down coldly upon all living beings, an unparalleled pressure suddenly spread out! All things in heaven and earth, in that instant, couldn’t help but prostrate themselves. From the depths of their souls, boundless fear arose spontaneously. Many creatures near Yinfeng Cave even had their minds go blank in that moment, their consciousness forcibly erased. From then on, they became dazed all day, turning into idiots!

Ancestral Sorcerer’s Phantom!

Having broken through his constraints in one move and reached the Mortal Realm, a phantom of an Ancestral Sorcerer appeared behind Mu Feng.

In the face of this phantom’s pressure, even the unfathomably powerful Ghost Mother couldn’t muster a shred of resistance in that instant, involuntarily prostrating on the ground. She looked up at the greatly strengthened Mu Feng, her shock and astonishment beyond words!

At the same time, an obscure and profound cultivation formula surfaced in Mu Feng’s mind. His thoughts moved like lightning, and he immediately formed a new Sorcerer Seal. The blood inside him churned wildly, continuously compressing and compressing again, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy in the air and the Spiritual Power inside him like a bottomless pit. Slowly, his blood grew hotter and heavier, heavier than the heavy water alchemists used to refine pills.

Ancient Witchcraft, Blood Refining Art second stage—Blood Tempering!

The first stage of Blood Refining Art, Blood Coagulation, could condense the blood, even the entire corpse, of an enemy into a Blood Pearl, obtaining their power and innate talents. The second stage of Blood Refining Art was different; it tempered the blood inside one’s own body thousands of times, forcing out every impurity within the blood, comprehensively strengthening the body.

Bones and sinews are the framework of the body, the foundation of the body. Muscles are where the body’s strength lies. Skin is the body’s armor.

Blood, however, is the source of power, the essence of a person’s strength.

Without blood, or with inferior blood, the human body becomes an empty shell. Tempering the blood is tempering one’s own power. As his blood grew hotter, Mu Feng felt his body gradually undergo a qualitative leap. Slowly, he immersed himself in the world of cultivation, forgetting everything around him!

This drop of Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood he had swallowed not only contained immense power but also carried a fragment of memory and a remnant soul of the ancient Ancestral Sorcerer Zhu Youxuan. The stronger his strength, the more memory fragments he could comprehend. After breaking through his bottleneck in one move, the cultivation method for the second stage of Blood Refining Art naturally surfaced in his mind.