Chapter 37: Blood Mist

Fang Yizhou sighed, contemplating, “We probably won’t wait for the Bingqing Pill…”

The bloodline clan had unique techniques that allowed them to grow by absorbing the blood of righteous cultivators. They were poisoned and had already lost a portion of their vitality, which was why they were so weak.

It seemed that the bloodline young master was busy and had left, giving them a brief respite.

Once the blood essence was completely drained, the person wouldn’t die immediately but would become a puppet, a walking corpse for them to butcher, until they were completely destroyed.

For Fang Yizhou and An Yi, they had almost no way out.

Staying here meant being drained of their blood essence, and even if they managed to escape with a slim chance, the blood蛊 would kick in, and they would still become slaves to the bloodline clan.

Li Yang was taken aback, looking at the boy’s expression of despair.

Fang Yizhou said, “I don’t have any inheritance to give you. If you really want something, then it would be An Yi’s debt.”

She pursed her lips and tentatively asked, “Aren’t you going to struggle anymore?”

“How can I struggle?” he slightly raised his gaze, “Once we recover a bit, we’ll go out and face that bloodline trash. At least we can die with some style.”

“Just you? You two combined can’t even match his pinky finger, so it’s better to forget it.”

Li Yang rubbed her temples, slightly softening her tone, “I mean, you should hide first. If Meng Zhang refines the Bingqing Pill, I’ll bring it to you.”

“Hide where? Where can we hide?”

Li Yang pointed inside the cave, “In there.”

The entrance looked strange; perhaps there was an opportunity inside.

Fang Yizhou was momentarily stunned, actually considering it: “This cave looks deep, and it has the smell of a formation. In our current state, if we go in, we might not come back out.”

Moreover, he had no idea what was inside the cave.

Li Yang replied, “Who cares if we can come back out? Just try to hide. Whether we get trapped in a formation or fall into a trap, as long as we aren’t discovered by the bloodline clan, there’s a chance to survive.”

He was dazed for a moment, his pupils widening.

Fang Yizhou was someone who cherished his life. When injured and aware of the danger ahead, he usually wouldn’t choose to move forward.

But this time was different; going inside might lead to death, but staying outside would definitely lead to death.

After a slight hesitation, he nodded, “I understand.”

Without mustard seed bags, Li Yang left some items for them.

She left a few of the speed talismans that Lou Qi had given, a Xuan sword that Ning Shiyan had given them, not knowing if it would be useful, but at least it could be used to maintain appearances.

And she also gave them two of the YuanLing Pills she had just refined.

Additionally, she handed over her only bottle of fasting pills, which Bai Yu had given her when she entered the sect, stuffing it all into Fang Yizhou’s hands.

After all, they didn’t know how many days it would take to come out.

Li Yang reminded them, “Hide well, don’t worry about anything else.”

Looking at the girl’s lively and serious expression, Fang Yizhou felt complicated and sincerely thanked her, “Li Yang, thank you.”

“Just remember to pay me back.”

Li Yang used her sword to cut their clothes, leaving two large blood-stained rags, then sent them into the cave.

Until the two of them disappeared from her sight, she then quietly transformed back into a turtle, swimming out while listening to the unpleasant song that made her want to vomit.

Following the river downstream, Li Yang found a place infested with demon beasts.

She tore the two’s clothes into strips and hid them in that area before running back to the cave where Ning Shiyan and Meng Zhang were.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Rebirth Secret Realm, disciples from several major sects had rarely gathered in harmony in front of the isolation formation.

Luo Qingyang touched the formation, frowning, “This is a bloodline clan’s formation.”

They had been fighting on the other side of the formation for a night, with the winner crushing the token, and the loser not being teleported out, clearly indicating that something was wrong with the secret realm.

This morning, the sect leader of the Taixu Sect had used a unique secret method to convey a message to Luo Qingyang.

The core disciples from various sects had temporarily ceased fighting and stood together outside the formation.

Qi Buli drew his sword and cleaved forward.

The sword energy of a peak Golden Core cultivator surged out for a while, producing a resonating “hum,” but the formation remained unscathed.

He asked, “Is anyone there?”

After a moment, Luo Qingyang replied, “Three people from the DanWang sect, and two from the Yu Feng sect.”

It was obviously not an easy task to communicate with the outside world from within the secret realm. The man’s face was slightly pale, and his spiritual power was greatly depleted.

Everyone on the field recognized the cultivators. Only Feng Yao was present from the DanWang sect. With red eyes, she hid behind Qi Buli, looking pitifully helpless.

Since she was here, Song Heng was out of the picture. Naturally, everyone could also tell the identities of the remaining three people on the other side.

No one knew what was happening on the other side, and everyone was confused.

Yu smiled and said, “Let’s gather together first. Drive the blood race out of the secret realm, and then we can settle our differences.”

Everyone despised the demonic cultivators.

After a moment of thought, everyone agreed.

Yu’s lips were slightly pursed, and she whispered, “I hope my junior brother and junior sister are safe.”

But not long after she finished speaking, a commotion came from behind them.

Several people turned their heads to look, and a vast expanse of space not far away was shrouded in thick blood mist.

Countless cultivators were trapped in it, holding their foreheads in pain.

At the center of the blood mist stood a young man in black, his eyes vacant. His face was as pale as paper, and he turned his head slightly, revealing a strange smile to them.

The young man spoke slowly, his voice distant yet clear.

He said, “You, have, arrived…”

Li Yang fed the Yuan Ling Dan to Ning Shiyan and handed the Bing Qing Dan formula to Meng Zhang.

She also told him about the situation outside.

Meng Zhang was completely dumbfounded: “But I’ve just started refining pills…”

Could he really succeed with such a complex pill?

Li Yang patted him on the shoulder: “Give it a try. Fang Yi Zhou said he thinks you can do it.”

Actually, even if he couldn’t, Li Yang felt she could do it.

However, the girl didn’t want to reveal her ability to refine pills too early, so she chose to leave it to Meng Zhang.

The concealment talisman at the entrance of the cave failed, and the talisman instantly burned into ashes and floated away with the wind.

The cool breeze brushed against the young man’s face, and his pupils slightly dilated. It seemed that he had gained some strength, and he clenched the formula with courage: “I’ll try.”

“But…” Meng Zhang was troubled: “The spiritual herbs on this…”

Li Yang took the formula and glanced at it.

Ice Crystal Fruit, Red Jiao Vine, Yuan Shen Grass…

They had all the other spiritual herbs. She had also collected a lot of Red Jiao Vine last night. Only the Ice Crystal Fruit and Yuan Shen Grass were missing.

Ning Shiyan had recovered somewhat and slowly crawled over: “Yuan Shen Grass… I have some here.”

He rummaged through his pouch and took out a small handful.

Meng Zhang’s eyes lit up as he took it: “Wow, then we only need the Ice Crystal Fruit.”

Li Yang seemed to sense something and looked at Ning Shiyan strangely.

Yuan Shen Grass was quite difficult to collect and required a certain technique.

How did he collect it?

Li Yang suddenly remembered what Fang Yi Zhou had said, that they had separated the Dan Xiu.

She and Ning Shiyan were also in this area.

But thinking about it carefully, she was also a Dan Xiu in a way, at least she could refine real pills, although her method of refining pills wasn’t very orthodox.

Then… what about Ning Shiyan?