Chapter 47: Blood Armor Phantom

Hu long, hu long long…

The Medicine King Cauldron spun faster and faster, growing hotter and hotter, like a volcano about to erupt. Later, the scorching heat waves became so intense that even the unfathomably powerful Ghost Mother couldn’t help but change color, stepping back a few paces.

“Granny, Mu Feng brother he…”

Looking at the awe-inspiring Medicine King Cauldron, Jing Wushuang’s eyes brimmed with tears. She was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

If the temperature outside was already this hot, how unbearable must it be inside?

Remembering the many poisonous creatures that had dissolved into pools of blood, Jing Wushuang felt deeply worried and extremely anxious.

“Heh heh, why be afraid? All living beings must die, sooner or later. Refined by the Medicine King Cauldron, not even a bone remains. But if the deadly poison of the Six-Winged Golden Cicada isn’t forced out, he still can’t survive anyway!” Ghost Mother cackled, her expression shifting between dark and bright, as if lost in thought.

“Mu Feng… Mu Feng brother…”

After one glance at the cold-blooded and vicious Ghost Mother, Jing Wushuang couldn’t suppress the impulse in her heart. She rushed recklessly toward the Medicine King Cauldron. Unfortunately, she had only taken one step when Ghost Mother’s withered right hand grabbed her tightly. Looking at the Medicine King Cauldron not far away, whose temperature was still rising—even the stone slab beneath it began to glow red-hot—her tears flowed like a spring.

While she was distressed outside, inside the scalding Medicine King Cauldron, Mu Feng was enduring inhuman torment.

As the Medicine King Cauldron’s temperature rose higher, the blood that had reached his neck began to boil fiercely, churning up and down, completely submerging his body. Every drop of the scalding blood felt like a red-hot dagger stabbing into him, the pain unbearable. At first, he could grit his teeth and barely endure, but in the end, he couldn’t help but cry out repeatedly, feeling as though his hair, nails, muscles, and even bones were melting away. The “Sorcerer” character between his eyebrows not only appeared clearly but also took on a bloody hue.

“No… Great Sorcerer descends, Blood Refining Art!”

At the moment when his body was on the verge of falling apart and dissolving into a pool of blood, Mu Feng suddenly lifted his head and roared, unleashing the Blood Refining Art with all his might.

To study the arts without practicing martial skills is to mourn in vain!

Thinking of his frail, seriously ill mother and all the humiliation he had endured over the years, his very soul began to roar. He refused to die here like this. As a man, he would fight to the death, but even in death, it must be meaningful and spectacular. He didn’t seek to be remembered for eternity, but at the very least, he wanted to die triumphantly, personally cutting off the head of his enemy.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle gurgle…

Mu Feng’s abdomen began to rise and fall dramatically.

When his abdomen swelled, every pore on his body opened wide, greedily absorbing the blood inside the Medicine King Cauldron like a whale swallowing the sea. When his abdomen contracted, he not only expelled the absorbed blood but even his own essence blood transformed into a bloody mist that seeped out of his body. Rising and falling, inhaling and exhaling, slowly, the blood inside and outside his body merged into one. Gradually, it compressed and stored within him, causing the blood inside the Medicine King Cauldron to diminish.

As the essence blood of numerous poisonous creatures surged in, the blood containing the deadly poison of the Six-Winged Golden Cicada wasn’t purified; instead, its toxicity became even more alarming. With one exhale, the inner walls of the Medicine King Cauldron sizzled as if about to corrode a large hole. At the same time, the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within him surged in waves, bringing vast and pure energy. His internal Spiritual Power rose steadily, showing signs of a breakthrough to the Middle Mortal Realm.

The bloody mist that seeped out of his body gradually condensed into a set of blood-red armor. Though it was still just a faint phantom, its edges were distinct, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. Sharp spikes grew on key areas like the knees and elbows, fierce and menacing, carrying an aura of boundless savagery…

Blood Armor!

Mu Feng fully unleashed the Blood Refining Art, and a phantom of a blood-red war armor appeared on his body. He opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing all the remaining essence blood of the poisonous creatures inside the Medicine King Cauldron into his body. With one vigorous effort, he aimed to break through his cultivation bottleneck. If he succeeded and stepped into the Middle Mortal Realm, Mu Qingyuan’s guards and the Green Armor Guard would be nothing but trash. A single punch could rupture their internal organs and kill them.

Then, if they crossed paths again in the wilderness, let’s see who could save that wicked young master Mu Qingyuan, guilty of heinous crimes!

One hour, two hours…

Time flew by swiftly, and the scalding Medicine King Cauldron slowly cooled down. The hour of the rat had passed, and Ghost Mother, originally covered in pus, blood, and wrinkles, transformed back into a young, beautiful woman. Gone was the nightingale-like cackling laughter, gone was the ferocious expression. All that remained was an eternal coldness, as if she were an icy beauty devoid of all emotions, retaining only rationality, her face expressionless.

“Mu Feng brother…”

Looking at the Medicine King Cauldron, which continuously emitted wisps of green smoke, Jing Wushuang’s eyes were swollen and red. It seemed her tears had dried up, her gaze dull. The ground was no longer scorching, and there were no longer any oppressive heat waves, but she no longer had the courage to step forward and lift the lid of the Medicine King Cauldron. She feared that Mu Feng inside had already turned into a pool of blood.

“Those doomed to die won’t live; those not meant to die can’t die even if they want to. Come out!”

Seeing that the time was about right, the expressionless Ghost Mother formed a hand seal. The lid of the Medicine King Cauldron automatically popped open, releasing a large cloud of smoke.

After a cold breeze blew, the situation inside slowly became clear. They saw Mu Feng slowly open his eyes and step out. He hadn’t turned into a pool of blood; on the contrary, he looked radiant, with a subtle, inexplicable aura about him. His expression was calm, but he gave a vague impression of an ancient bloodthirsty beast!

Seeing him safe and sound, Jing Wushuang wept tears of joy, crying like a downpour. Beside her, Ghost Mother let out a surprised cry, examining Mu Feng up and down with a puzzled look.

No matter how high the Medicine King Cauldron’s temperature had been, it was still under her control. Though she was confident Mu Feng wouldn’t die, she hadn’t expected him to not only avoid becoming weak from blood loss but instead appear spirited and energetic, with not a drop of blood left inside the cauldron. Surprised, she couldn’t help but feel even more interested in his cultivation technique.

“Thank you, Ghost Mother!”

After comforting Jing Wushuang for a few words, Mu Feng approached Ghost Mother, bowing respectfully.

This time, he had nearly turned into a pool of blood inside the Medicine King Cauldron, facing extreme danger, but because of it, his strength had greatly advanced. The poison in his blood hadn’t been forced out, and he hadn’t broken through to the Middle Mortal Realm in one go, but both the power of his blood and his Spiritual Power had reached a new level compared to before. Just the fact that he had condensed the phantom of the Blood Armor made the ordeal worthwhile!

“Good, good, good. Shuang’er’s judgment is truly not bad. However, although you refined your blood once more, the toxicity in your blood hasn’t been completely expelled. It might not affect you now, but it remains a hidden danger. Take this pill, consume it with wine before dawn. From now on, like Shuang’er, call me Granny. Come here to find me every night at the hour of the rat. For Shuang’er’s sake, I will teach you the mighty Yinwind Great Art, allowing you to truly master the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners, the treasure of our Yinfeng Sect!”

After carefully examining Mu Feng’s body, Ghost Mother’s eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. As she spoke, she solemnly took out a blood-red pill from her bosom.

“Alright, thank you, Granny!”

Mu Feng took the pill, bowed respectfully, and quickly left with Jing Wushuang. Behind them, a cold wind blew past, and a sinister smile appeared on Ghost Mother’s face.