Grasping the Evil

Chapter 1227: Second Encounter with Lv Chunyang

In the end, Ning Fan agreed to the demands of Jiujian Daoist, agreeing to offer half of his Demon Seal to irrigate the sword ancestor’s life-bound green lotus.

The Qinglian Sword Clan wanted to revive the sword ancestor’s life-bound green lotus to obtain the Dao lineage contained within it.

Ning Fan also wanted to revive the life-bound green lotus and then return the Dao lineage within it to the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass, allowing the soul grass to grow.

Jiujian Daoist thought he had successfully coerced Ning Fan, but little did he know, this was exactly what Ning Fan wanted.

Seeing Ning Fan "reluctantly compromise," Jiujian Daoist was complacent internally, but his face remained unchanged, returning to his initial amiable smile, "I am very pleased. Fellow Daoist made the most wise choice. Regardless of whether this succeeds or not, you are a friend to our Qinglian Sword Clan!"

Friend? Haha, a friend like the Qinglian Sword Clan, I don’t need...

Ning Fan was indifferent at heart, but on the surface, he had to put on a helpless expression, pretending to have complaints, "Let’s skip the pleasantries! Hurry and finish irrigating the Demon Seal so that I can be on my way! I don’t want to stay here a moment longer."

"Haha, no need to rush, fellow Daoist. Conducting the resurrection ritual requires more than just the irrigation of Demon Seal. We still need another Daoist’s assistance. Before that Daoist arrives, I must trouble you to wait a little longer," Jiujian Daoist said with a mysterious smile, taking out an ancient coin and crushing it.

This seemed to be a method of sending a message to someone far away by crushing the coin.

"Alright, within half an hour at most, that person will arrive, as agreed upon back then," Jiujian Daoist said confidently.

He was confident that the owner of that coin wouldn’t dare not come, as they too had something held over them!

"Hmph! Looks like I’m not the only one being coerced by fellow Daoist," Ning Fan seemed quite upset, but his true feeling was surprise.

The aura on that coin seemed somewhat familiar, as if it belonged to... the Pure Yang Ancestral Master of the Pure Yang Sect?

Strange, wasn’t the Pure Yang Ancestor supposed to be staying in the Heaven Evading Coffin, barely surviving, how could he be involved with the Qinglian Sword Clan...

"Haha, calm down, fellow Daoist. It’s true that our Qinglian Sword Clan originally offended, but what can you do? As the saying goes, if you weren’t greedy for the fortunes of this place, you wouldn’t have found yourself trapped in the Spring Bottom World and fallen into my calculations. As a Master, who hasn’t stumbled a few times? Why hold a grudge! Call them over!"

Jiujian Daoist no longer cared about Ning Fan and instead called over a few clan members, whispering instructions to them.

Soon, a hundred Sword Spirit Clan men came, carrying a massive Yellow Mud Wine Jar as large as a mountain in unison.

"This is..." Ning Fan’s Mind Sweep was secretly released, already detecting what was stored within the wine jar, yet he pretended to ask knowingly.

"Fellow Daoist, you are the first true ancient demon I’ve waited countless years for. But unfortunately, your ancient demon ancestral blood is too little, only four drops, which isn’t quite enough..."

"So?"

"Therefore, I want to help you, fellow Daoist, to gather more ancient demon ancestral blood! Within this wine jar are three hundred drops of pseudo-ancient demon ancestral blood, painstakingly gathered over hundreds of millions of years by me; brewed into wine over the same years, yielding three million pounds of Ancient Demon Blood Wine. Although not genuine ancient demon blood wine, it’s still a rare treasure. If a true ancient demon drinks it all, they could at least cultivate ten more drops of ancient demon ancestral blood... I have offended before, let this wine slightly compensate you, fellow Daoist," Jiujian Daoist said, feigning generosity.

"Compensation? Fellow Daoist, you speak so nicely! You only mentioned the wine’s benefits but hid its flaws. If I’m not mistaken, this wine is clearly brewed by extracting Primordial Chaos as its base, with an extremely aggressive nature! Drinking it is like ingesting Primordial Chaos directly and will cause great harm to the drinker. Those Quasi-Saints with weaker life forces might explode and die before even finishing a third of it. You want me to drink this wine, what are your true intentions?" Ning Fan said coldly.

"Hmph! You are trapped within our Qinglian Sword Clan and still think you have the choice not to drink? Do you want the penalty wine instead of the toasting wine?" Jiujian Daoist’s face immediately changed, making a gesture to remove the Sword Spirit power granted to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s "expression changed greatly" instantly. If the Sword Spirit power on him disappeared, the Chaos Qi at the Spring Bottom World would immediately sweep towards him.

"Why be like this, fellow Daoist! This wine... I’ll drink it!" Ning Fan’s expression was unpleasant, but inwardly he was holding back laughter. This was, after all, the wine brewed by Jiujian Daoist over hundreds of millions of years; drinking it could greatly increase his ancient demon ancestral blood, quite the profit.

"Haha, that’s right. Rest assured, fellow Daoist, I understand the wine’s immense harm and won’t let you drink too much. You only need to drink one-fifth of it. Beauties, where are you? Serve wine to Daoist Ning!"

Upon Jiujian Daoist’s command, a dozen graceful figures appeared, all beauties of the Qinglian Sword Clan.

These beauties, naturally, also possessed Sword Spirit bodies, each having lost their yin energy, who knows who harvested it.

The beauties arranged tables and chairs, charmingly persuaded Ning Fan to drink, using spatial wine vessels, a small goblet held thousands of pounds of wine. Ning Fan only put on a helpless expression, drinking very slowly.

He seemed to really dislike this pseudo-ancient demon blood wine.

But who, under normal circumstances, would drink Primordial Chaos wine for fun?

Even though this wine offered enormous benefits to ancient demons, there were likely few Second Step ancient demons who dared to drink thousands of pounds each time.

Fortunately, Ning Fan was no ordinary person. As a Crippled Divine Spirit, he was inherently stronger than usual ancient demons; understanding the method of the Five Elements Primordial Body, he had considerable insight into absorbing Primordial Chaos power, experiencing almost no harm even when ingesting Primordial Chaos directly.

Yet this couldn’t let Jiujian Daoist notice...

Thus, every time Ning Fan drank some blood wine, he had to feign significant harm, coughing some blood, which was, of course, a disguise...

Even so, Jiujian Daoist was secretly astonished, and internally suspicious, as the blood Ning Fan coughed was less than expected.

"Strange, why does this person suffer less backlash from drinking the Primordial Chaos wine than I imagined... Could the true ancient demon physical defense be strong, with some resistance against Primordial Chaos Qi?"

Unfortunately, Jiujian Daoist had never encountered a true ancient demon, so these guesses couldn’t be confirmed, simply keeping a mental note, not daring to underestimate Ning Fan too much again.

"Such good wine, truly good wine! Jiujian Daoist has a poor character, yet his winemaking skills are unmatched, and this wine is surprisingly able to elevate my Demon Blood level, quite remarkable!"

Inwardly, Ning Fan clicked his tongue in admiration of the blood wine but on the surface had to act as if he had no choice, being forced to drink.

In secret, his Demon Blood level skyrocketed!

Originally, he only had a Demon Blood level of four drops of ancestral blood; the fifth drop of Demon Ancestral Blood had only been a third condensed. Now, the fifth drop of Demon Ancestral Blood was being perfected at a remarkable speed!

"Strange, this person has only drunk thirty thousand pounds of blood wine, yet shows signs of condensing a fifth ancestral blood drop?" Jiujian Daoist furrowed his brow, as this was different from what he anticipated.

He thought that even a true ancient demon would need to drink over a hundred thousand pounds of blood wine to condense a fifth Demon Ancestral Blood drop.

Not all blood wine ingested turns into medicinal power; waste is inevitable.

Absorbing blood wine containing Primordial Chaos power so easily, it was rare for an ordinary Quasi-Saint to manage a quarter of the power.

Ning Fan was different; he had the Primordial Chaos movement technique, with minimal waste in absorbing Primordial Chaos power; hence the results of consuming this wine were naturally much more significant than for others.

This was also because Fiendgods and ancient demon powers were not interchangeable; otherwise, if Ancient God Heart Apertures could also be effective, his enhancement would truly defy the heavens.

"I understand now; it’s a coincidence that this person was already close to cultivating a fifth Demon Ancestral Blood drop before, hence after only drinking thirty thousand pounds of blood wine, he achieved it. But for the sixth drop, it won’t be so easy!" Jiujian Daoist realized, thinking he had found the reason.

Sure enough!

After Ning Fan successfully condensed the fifth drop of Demon Ancestral Blood, he drank another two hundred thousand pounds of blood wine without being able to form the sixth drop.

It seemed that the difficulty of forming the sixth drop of Demon Ancestral Blood was myriad times greater than the fifth.

"Looks like my guess was right. The rapid condensation of the fifth Demon Ancestral Blood drop was just a coincidence..." Jiujian Daoist felt relieved; he disliked things getting out of control.

Little did he know, once again, he had been deceived by the illusion Ning Fan deliberately created!

...

After drinking thirty thousand jin of blood wine, Ning Fan had already cultivated one-third of the fifth drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood, completely solidifying it!

After drinking another sixty thousand jin of blood wine, he successfully cultivated the sixth drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood!

Another hundred thousand jin, and the seventh drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood was also successfully cultivated!

Fortunately, Ning Fan noticed the astonished expression of Jiujian Daoist, realizing his absorption capacity for blood wine was indeed frightening, which might expose his restraint over Primordial Chaos power and make enemies wary.

So he made some disguises.

Though he successfully cultivated the sixth and seventh drops of Demonic Ancestral Blood, he suppressed the fluctuations, letting no outsiders know. Jiujian Daoist observed this and thought Ning Fan was encountering great difficulty cultivating the sixth drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood.

Ancestral Blood is difficult to cultivate, notably to the Ancient Demon clan, who were denied the qualification of blood, finding it almost impossible to cultivate Ancestral Blood. Without the lucky deceit of Jiujian Daoist’s wine, Ning Fan continuing to increase the amount of Demonic Ancestral Blood would be as difficult as reaching heaven.

The more the amount of Ancestral Blood increases, the more difficult the cultivation becomes.

Ning Fan drank fourteen hundred thousand jin of blood wine to cultivate the eighth drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood.

The ninth drop required seventeen hundred thousand jin of blood wine.

The tenth drop, two hundred thousand jin.

"Oh? Has this child finally condensed the seventh drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood? Well, it’s enough... if he keeps drinking, I fear he may burst from the Primordial Chaos power, and then, no one can nourish the demonic blood." Jiujian Daoist nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, stopping the beauties from urging Ning Fan to drink further, and ordered the clan members to remove the wine jars.

Little did he know, at this moment, Ning Fan had already condensed the tenth drop of Demonic Ancestral Blood; what he saw was merely an illusion created by Ning Fan.

"Phew, finally no need to drink this blood wine anymore..." Ning Fan looked weak, pale, exhaling a long sigh of relief, and this look, this expression was certainly put on.

Inwardly, he was quite regretful, wishing to drink more blood wine; why did Jiujian Daoist remove them, perhaps aware of his disguise and taking precautions?

Well, the matter of blood wine will be addressed later; the urgent task is to resurrect Qingling’s Dao Lineage and use its power to nourish the Soul Grass.

"Apologies..." Jiujian Daoist feigned a guilty look, cupped his hands towards Ning Fan, as if apologizing for the forced drinking of blood wine. In reality, he felt no remorse and rather mocked Ning Fan’s apparent weakness!

"Humph! Half an hour has passed, shouldn’t that other Daoist be arriving by now?" Ning Fan said sourly.

"Almost there..." Jiujian Daoist was appeasing Ning Fan when suddenly, a beam of Pure Yang light silently penetrated the bottom of Soul Spring’s Moonlight World.

The topic shifted, "Hehe, Daoist Ning need not wait any longer, Daoist Lv has arrived."

The Pure Yang light arrived silently, bypassing all of Guanghan Palace’s vigilance.

The light fell at the spring’s bottom world, transforming into the Pure Yang Ancestral Master.

Ning Fan certainly recognized the Pure Yang Ancestral Master; he had attacked the Pure Yang Sect to hold them accountable and thus came to know this person; he had even bought the Refining Purity Mantra from him.

In his impression, Pure Yang Ancestral Master was a greedy, cowardly man, where nine out of ten sentences were about Heavenly Dao Gold; and because of his fear of death, he stayed constantly inside the Heaven Evading Coffin of the Pure Yang Sect, to the extent that even his sect juniors didn’t know such a great figure was alive in their midst.

Despite his greed, Pure Yang Ancestral Master was also a remarkably talented individual, his invention of the Heaven Evading Coffin made him famous across the Northern Heaven. Without the Heaven Evading Coffin, the overall strength of the Northern Heaven would not exceed the other three heavens so much, all thanks to this man.

Simultaneously, Pure Yang Ancestral Master was also a titled master, holding the title of [Wealth God], with a life creed that "money can connect to gods."

At this moment, around Pure Yang Ancestral Master, numerous virtual images of money protected him, giving an impression of invulnerability to all laws, not even the Chaos Qi at the spring bottom could harm him.

This level of defense, Ning Fan thought he could achieve but only at full capacity.

He realized he had somewhat underestimated the strength of the Pure Yang Ancestral Master; although a First Order Quasi-Saint, he was certainly an extraordinary one...

"Eh? Why is Brother Daoist also here, could it be... the Ancient Demon recruited by the Qinglian Sword Clan is you?" Pure Yang Ancestral Master, upon arrival, was slightly surprised to see Ning Fan there.

"Inadvertently stumbled into a tiger’s lair, finding myself at someone else’s mercy, making Daoist laugh at my misfortune..." Ning Fan responded with a bitter smile.

"Oh? Daoist Lv, you know this Daoist Ning?" Jiujian Daoist was slightly taken aback but didn’t find it surprising. It was too common for two old monsters from Northern Heaven to know each other, not knowing would be stranger.

"Humph! Whether I know Brother Ning or not is none of your business!" Pure Yang Ancestral Master, although cordial with Ning Fan, was unkind to Jiujian Daoist.

"This..." The atmosphere turned a bit awkward, but Jiujian Daoist understood his initial coercion of Pure Yang Ancestral Master, so his complaints were normal.

Of course, inwardly, he resented Pure Yang Ancestral Master’s rudeness but was willing to tolerate it until he completed his use.

"Speaking of which, only recently I found out, Brother Daoist is now named Ning, rather than Zhao. According to rumors, Brother Daoist should be at the Yishi Palace, what brings you here... By the way, have you considered, whether you’d like to buy the remaining sections of the Refining Purity Mantra? If you buy them all, I could perhaps offer you some discount..." Pure Yang Ancestral Master predictably couldn’t avoid mentioning Heavenly Dao Gold, seeking to profit from Ning Fan.

Just after saying it, Pure Yang Ancestral Master was surprised.

He was merely habitually promoting his Refining Purity Mantra but, upon a closer look, he found that Ning Fan’s mana purity had significantly improved, having almost completed all the sections of the Refining Purity Mantra he initially purchased.

"This guy’s mana purification speed is way too fast! At this rate, he really does need to buy more sections of the Refining Purity Mantra for backup!" Pure Yang Ancestral Master was astonished internally.

Moreover, Ning Fan’s improvement wasn’t limited to mana purity; even his mana capacity increased greatly, reaching an advanced cultivation of 17,000 Calamities!

With Ning Fan’s current cultivation, even if Pure Yang Ancestral Master fought him at full strength, he would have at most a thirty percent chance of victory, otherwise, a seventy percent chance of defeat.

Now the question arises...

Why would Ning Fan, who is stronger than him, be trapped in the Qinglian Sword Clan, controlled by mere Jiujian Daoist...

Could it be, like himself, this kid is also pretending, playing along with Jiujian Daoist?

"The transaction for the Refining Purity Mantra can wait. Let’s discuss the main matter; Daoist’s presence here must be to revive the Dao Lineage Qinglian?" Ning Fan smiled and asked.

"Indeed, that’s the purpose of my visit. To be honest, during an expedition for certain reasons, I unknowingly entered this place and unwittingly got something on me, found out by the Qinglian Sword Clan; hence, I am acting under duress, alas..." Pure Yang Ancestral Master sighed.

"Daoist didn’t stay well inside the Heaven Evading Coffin but ventured out, also mistakenly exploring here?" Ning Fan said with significant intent, transmitting the message.

Regarding the Pure Yang Ancestral Master he knew, both phenomenally talented and shrewd, how could he be easily coerced; there must be more to it, likely intentional on his part.

"Isn’t Brother Daoist too inadvertently in the tiger’s den..." Pure Yang Ancestral Master similarly transmitted with a significant undertone.

One glance, and they knew they both had plans regarding the Qinglian Sword Clan.

"I aim to resurrect the Dao Lineage Qinglian here, hoping Daoist does not interfere." Ning Fan withdrew his smile, again transmitting.

"That would be troublesome, as I also desire the Dao Lineage Qinglian here; can’t you share some with me?" Pure Yang Ancestral Master also put away his smile.

"What if I say no."

"Brother Daoist has quite the appetite, truly intending to swallow the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage whole! For the record, without the power of my [Wealth God] title, just relying on your demonic blood irrigation, you can’t resurrect the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, given my contribution, naturally, I deserve a part of the Dao Lineage..."

Ning Fan furrowed his brows.

Since Jiujian Daoist went to great lengths to bring the Pure Yang Ancestral Master, it’s highly likely that this person’s strength is indeed indispensable for reviving the Qinglian Dao Lineage.

Without this person, the revival of Qinglian Dao Lineage cannot proceed.

According to Ning Fan’s past personality, he had shared some acquaintance with the Pure Yang Ancestral Master. When encountering a cultivation opportunity, he wouldn’t mind sharing it with others.

But this time, it’s not possible!

This is Qingling’s Dao Lineage, and he will not share it with anyone!

"Strange, with Brother Daoist’s temperament, he shouldn’t have such a deep obsession with external matters..." The Pure Yang Ancestral Master frowned.

He indeed needed the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage power, but wasn’t absolutely necessary. If Ning Fan insisted on taking it all, he couldn’t compete, especially since he could no longer match Ning Fan’s strength.

Yet he had plotted for the Qinglian Sword Clan for years, and wouldn’t easily abandon this undertaking.

"Five thousand gold!" The Pure Yang Ancestral Master suddenly smiled, opening with a price.

His meaning was obvious.

As long as Ning Fan pays him five thousand taels of Heavenly Dao Gold, he would gladly surrender the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage here.

If Ning Fan doesn’t pay, he could leave anytime without aiding Ning Fan in reviving the Dao Lineage. What? You say he is being coerced by Jiujian Daoist, unable to leave on his own? Don’t be ridiculous, how could he be coerced by a mere Enlightened Sub-Saint! Would Lv Chunyang fear the mere Qinglian Sword Clan?

"...Okay."

Though five thousand gold is quite a lot, this concerns Qingling’s Soul Grass; when it comes to spending, Ning Fan wouldn’t hesitate.

He still needs to rely on the Pure Yang Ancestral Master’s strength to revive Qingling’s Dao Lineage. If the other party can facilitate this, paying some money isn’t out of the question.

"Woo! You agreed so readily to this amount? That’s refreshing! I admire you even more, young brother!" The Pure Yang Ancestral Master chuckled happily.

Though the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage is precious, he wasn’t a Sword Cultivator and only sought to utilize it intermittently.

Yet if Ning Fan were willing to pay him five thousand gold, even without obtaining the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, he could achieve his aims through other means.

...

Jiujian Daoist was unaware that Ning Fan and the Pure Yang Ancestral Master had reached a private agreement to split the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage here.

Seeing the two endlessly transmitting sound, Jiujian Daoist couldn’t help but cough a few times to interrupt the pair’s conversation.

"Alright, alright. You two can find another time to chat. Now that Daoist Lv has arrived, it’s time to perform the revival ceremony for Qinglian Dao Lineage... People, set up the altar!"

At Jiujian Daoist’s command, the entire Qinglian Sword Clan immediately bustled to action.

In no time, a temporary altar was erected.

Jiujian Daoist personally presided over the altar, at its center lay the Qinglian Dao Lineage that had been dead for countless years.

"Daoist Ning, please approach the Qinglian and pour your magic blood over this lotus. Old man won’t stop you, hence you mustn’t stop!"

"Daoist Lv, please use the Power of Bestowal to break the wealth curse on this Qinglian! When successful, I will lift the Qinglian Sword Curse within you!"

The Pure Yang Ancestral Master nodded and began to operate his Power of Bestowal to heal the Sword Ancestor Qinglian.

Although Ning Fan hasn’t yet paid the promised five thousand gold, he understood such Masters very well and trusted that as long as Ning Fan promised, he wouldn’t break that promise even if he died in an instant.

Accepting someone’s payment, dispelling their disaster!

Despite loving wealth, he valued promises immensely; having agreed to help Ning Fan acquire the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, he would invest every effort to complete the endeavor!

"Yet one thing puzzles me, the amount of magic blood required to revive the Sword Ancestor Qinglian is significant, costing at least half of one’s magic blood; despite old man’s assistance, the success rate wouldn’t exceed thirty percent... Even if successful, the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage is merely in a revived state, not complete—what use it has varies from one to another... This Zhao Jian is not a Sword Cultivator, can’t fool my old eyes; neither a Sword Cultivator, why so persistent about the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage... Is it possible that this person is like me, a handsome man with stories?"

The Pure Yang Ancestral Master seemed thoughtful, stirring memories and briefly, his expression appeared somewhat dazed.

In his reverie, he seemed to see once more the woman who became a bird, waving him goodbye with such determination, so obsessed, so disregarding everything...

[Xiaoyang, to guard the Stone Warriors of the Eight Formations left by my father, I must become eternal... Once I’m gone, you must take care of yourself...]

[Sister Yin Rong, don’t die, come back please, I still haven’t told you... Haven’t told you my feelings...]

Sigh...

A sigh issued from the Pure Yang Ancestral Master’s mouth, so bitter it went unnoticed.

He set aside distractions, releasing more Power of Bestowal, filling the world with golden shadows that merged into the withered Dao Lineage Qinglian, unfathomable, inconceivable.

"It’s time! Daoist Ning, if you don’t offer your blood now, then when!" Jiujian Daoist urged.

Ning Fan ignored Jiujian Daoist; at this moment, in his eyes, in his world, there was only this one dead Qinglian.

Fingers as blade, with a cut, blood surged out from the arm, pouring onto the dry Qinglian.

The magic blood couldn’t be poured in any manner.

The owner’s guidance of their magic blood is crucial.

Following Jiujian Daoist’s request, Ning Fan began to smear the magic blood with his palm, evenly spreading it over the entire Qinglian.

Before Ning Fan was human, his mother had used blood to smear a demon cocoon to save him.

In this bewildered moment, Ning Fan felt his current action of smearing magic blood was so reminiscent of that incident, as if a fate intertwined within.

With Ning Fan’s magic blood infusion, the originally dead Qinglian suddenly exuded a trace of vitality.

The vitality was weak but, in the instant it radiated, endless longing broke the lotus, spreading across the Spring Bottom World.

Even fragmented voices of women emerged, crossing eternity, whispering yet unintelligible...

[Little Butterfly, my little butterfly, I won’t let you die, even if abandoning this sword, won’t... Unspeakable is Dao, unattainable is destiny, unreachable is you, inconceivable is also you, indestructible is I. Yet now, I am willing to forsake all, without regret...]

[I will offer you a chance of being human, though when you’re human, the world has already lost me...]

[I use this sword and this sheath to transform into parents guarding you, granting you warmth in this world...]

[I gift you the moonlight of a lifetime through Primeval Mountain and Moon’s Approach...]

[With all the smiles of this life, I accompany you...]

[It’s a pity I can no longer see any of this...]

[Did it rain inside your heart...? But this time, I can’t shelter you from the rain...]

...

"Haha, this is the sound of reincarnation left behind by the sword ancestor when she came here long ago. We need not pay attention to it, as we won’t understand even if we listen!" Jiujian Daoist explained.

No need to pay attention, huh...

But what if I insist on paying attention...

Ning Fan felt a sense of loss, unable to discern what the sword ancestor said here ages ago.

He simply felt inexplicable melancholy, with his Rain Intent exposed through emotions, transforming into countless droplets, scattering across the entire Moonlight World at the bottom of the spring.

His connection with the sword ancestor is so deep, so deep... yet he knows too little, too little about her life...

She seems like a mystery...

She seems like a silhouette living in the moonlight...

Time and time again she arrives, only to vanish time and time again...

So this time, he must hold onto her! Even if it’s just a wisp of a residual soul, a stalk of soul grass, he won’t allow the heavens to take it away!

As time trickled away.

Ning Fan’s energy gradually weakened, given the large loss of essence blood, even he as a spirit could barely bear it.

Though he had already poured a third of his essence blood, the vitality of the withered lotus barely increased, deeply disappointing Ning Fan.

Reviving the sword ancestor’s Dao lineage is evidently harder than everyone had anticipated. Upon seeing this, Jiujian Daoist’s face turns extremely grim, foreseeing that even draining Ning Fan’s demon blood might not suffice to revive the sword ancestor’s Dao lineage...

"It seems we can only give up; earning these five thousand Heavenly Dao Gold is too difficult..." Pure Yang Ancestor lamented, his eyes suddenly changing.

At this moment, Ning Fan sacrifices a drop of ancestral demon blood, pouring it onto the lotus!

That is ancestral blood, and indeed the most difficult to cultivate ancient demon ancestral blood!

Only a madman would use such a price to revive a Dao lineage lotus that has been dead for years!

"Hahaha! Good, good, well done!" Jiujian Daoist rejoices upon seeing this!

He couldn’t care less whether Ning Fan was mad or not, if Ning Fan was willing to sacrifice ancestral blood to nourish the lotus, all the better, saving him from having to force him!

Ten drops of ancestral demon blood, with nine remaining.

Just one drop of ancestral blood is far from enough to revive the sword ancestor’s Dao lineage.

Then, I’ll use a second drop!

If two drops aren’t enough, then four!

If four drops aren’t enough, then all of them!

"Hiss! This child hides deeply! I thought he had cultivated only seven drops of ancestral demon blood, unexpectedly it’s ten! I underestimated this boy!" Jiujian Daoist felt both surprised and delighted.

"Mad, mad! Ten drops of ancestral demon blood, this madman sacrificed ten drops of ancestral demon blood! Does he know what ten drops of ancestral demon blood signify to a true ancient demon?" Pure Yang Ancestor was deeply moved by Ning Fan’s current madness, inexplicably feeling some understanding.

For he too once was so mad, so... obstinate!

For the first time in his life, Pure Yang Ancestor regarded Ning Fan not as a mere fat sheep to exploit, but with admiration and seriousness.

"Though I don’t know what drives this youngster to madness, it must be something heavier than life itself! Hahaha, oh, Moral Sage Ning Fan, I underestimated you before! As cultivators, if we lack this madness and obsession within, then why bother cultivating! If you’re mad, I shall accompany you! How can I take your five thousand gold for nothing!"

Breaking the power of title!

Pure Yang Ancestor, indeed full of boldness, summoned the titled void, using the collapse of void to exchange for the prodigious power that can alter destinies, forcefully modifying the lotus’s fate!

That Dao lineage lotus was destined to perish, but now, it is forcefully shifted to a thread of vitality by Pure Yang Ancestor.

Thus, as Ning Fan applied the ancestral demon blood evenly again, the Dao lineage lotus finally began shedding its withered form, bursting forth with countless strands of green light, with innumerable green lotus flowers blooming in the moonlight world, seeming both ethereal and real, dyeing the entire moonlight world a sky of green!

Blood dyeing the blue sky, not necessarily for slaughter.

Chaos planting a lotus, not necessarily for eternity.

Ning Fan clenched his teeth, enduring the bouts of weakness emerging within, watching the lotus bloom in the moonlight world, finally revealing a smile.

Though he revived just a sliver, he truly resurrected a portion of the sword ancestor’s destroyed Dao lineage!

As long as he transfers this sliver of Dao lineage to the soul grass, it will surely allow the soul grass to gain substantial growth!

"Hahaha! The sword ancestor’s Dao lineage revived, the revival of Qinglian Sword Clan is now imminent! Daoist Ning, Daoist Lv, now that my Qinglian Sword Clan no longer requires the two of you, you may leave! Dare to covet this item, don’t blame this old man for murder!" Jiujian Daoist laughed aloud.

"Hahaha!" Pure Yang Ancestor similarly laughed.

He laughed at Jiujian Daoist’s stupidity!

Revival of Qinglian Sword Clan imminent? Hahaha, isn’t it rather impending doom!

Pure Yang Ancestor may not know why Ning Fan is so devoted to the sword ancestor’s Dao lineage, but he knows one thing.

Dare to compete with the fiend for an item, then be prepared for death!

Jiujian Daoist, unaware of the peril, transformed into a streak of sword light, flying straight towards the Dao lineage lotus to seize it.

Yet before he could approach the lotus, he was repelled by Ning Fan’s overwhelming Evil Qi!

What an absolute act of slaughter!

What a commanding Daoist Thought!

"This item belongs to me, Ning Fan. Who dares to snatch it, kills!"

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