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nChapter 50: Blood Drop Cave

nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Herlyee Translations

nLin Yan rushed back to his courtyard.

nToday, he was going to the Blood Drop Cave. The Ghost Market there opened in the evening. He was worried that he would miss Xiaozhi’s class, so he did not send her to the Book House. Instead, he sent her to Senior Sister Chen Yuan’s place and asked her to take care of her.

nXiaozhi was very obedient and smart. She was very liked by Senior Sister Chen Yuan, so both were happy.

nLin Yan stood in the courtyard and focused before summoning the Golden Bodhi Scripture.

nBasic information:

nSkills: Devour (100%), Five Animal Hands (96.4%), Dragon -Shaped Fist (4%)

nFrom the second time he practiced the Dragon -Shaped Fist, it had already been recorded in the skill column. After practicing it a few times just now, his proficiency quickly increased to 40

/0.

nIt was still early. Lin Yan couldn’t wait to practice the Dragon-Shaped Fist in the courtyard again.

nOnce, twice, thrice…

nAt a certain moment, Lin Yan seemed to have broken through a limit. His muscles and bones vibrated, and the blood energy that filled his muscles and bones like lead mercury began to slowly flow as if it had been pumped by an invisible force!

nWas this the circulation of blood energy?

n“I can feel a pulling sensation in my body, but it’s still within the tolerance range. Indeed, the foundation of the muscles and bones forged from the fusion of the five forms can withstand the circulation of blood energy even without the transformation of blood energy!”

nAs his blood energy circulated, he felt an explosive power hidden in his body. Even his thinking speed and reaction speed had increased greatly.

nLin Yan’s gaze swept across and landed on a large green stone in the corner of the courtyard.

nHe had specially asked someone to move this ordinary boulder here. It had the same effect as Eldest Senior Brother’s ironwood block to test his fist strength.

nThere were some shallow cracks on it that Lin Yan had made in the past two days.

nHe did not hold back at all. He assumed the boxing posture and charged forward, punching the limestone!

nClatter!

nWith a muffled crack, a clear fist mark was imprinted in the middle of the limestone. Around the fist mark, deep cracks spread like a spider web.

nLin Yan was secretly speechless. If this punch landed on a person, wouldn’t it break their bones and muscles?

n“Back then, Mi Tai’s fist strength when he circulated his blood energy was on par with my fist strength when I didn’t circulate my blood energy.

n“Now, if I circulate my blood energy too, I’m afraid I’ll be able to make him lie on the ground after a few punches! Indeed, the circulation of blood energy is the true manifestation of a martial artist’s strength!”

nAfter trying a few more punches, Lin Yan became even more excited.

nOver the past few days, he had understood that although Strength Realm martial artists were of the same realm, their strength was different.

nThe lowest level was like Geng Bing. He could barely even control the circulation of blood energy. He was probably equivalent to the previous him or Mi Tai from four days ago. His strength was equivalent to the boxing champion in his previous life.

nThose at the middle level were proficient in the circulation of blood energy and had grasped the essence of an exquisite cultivation technique. Their strength was equivalent to two to three low-level Strength Realm cultivators.

nThe upper level had been immersed in the Strength Realm for many years and had accumulated blood energy to perfection. They were very experienced and was not far from the Tough Realm. It was the peak of the Strength Realm.

nWith Lin Yan’s strength just now, he guessed that he had probably reached the mid-stage of the Strength Realm.

nIn this way, after his blood energy transformed successfully, wouldn’t he be able to easily step into the upper level of the Strength Realm?

nIn the future, he might even be able to fight against a Tough Realm cultivator with his Strength Realm?

nLin Yan took a deep breath. Compared to these distant questions, he was more curious about the limits of his body.

nAccording to Eldest Senior Brother, the faster the blood energy circulated, the greater the total amount, the stronger the combat strength displayed.

nLin Yan felt that his body had not reached its limit. He immediately slowly increased the strength of the Dragon-Shaped Fist and accelerated the circulation of his blood energy.

n‘Yes, I’ve only reached the limit of my endurance now. My fist strength has increased by about 10%. After exceeding that, my body clearly feels pain and I forcefully circulate it. Although my fist is stronger, I’m afraid it will damage my bones.”

nLin Yan slowly reduced the speed of his blood energy circulation.

n“Let’s try the blood energy tempering again and see the effect.”

nLin Yan followed Eldest Senior Brother’s explanation and pushed his blood energy to temper his body.

nWaves of heat flowed through his body, most of it flowing to his legs, fists, and waist.

nSoon, as his blood energy was consumed bit by bit, he felt a faint heat coming from all over his body, especially his legs. It was as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

nAfter all the blood energy in his body was exhausted, Lin Yan sensed it slightly and took out the remaining Emerald Wind Powder. He drank half of it and pushed the recovered blood energy to temper his body again.

nWhen more than half of the medicinal power of the Emerald Wind Powder was consumed, Lin Yan vaguely felt his legs and fists swell and ache. He was probably about to reach his limit.

n“Therefore, there’s a limit to the number of tempering a day. Just like practicing martial arts before entering the sect, there’s a limit to the body’s endurance. It needs time to recover.

n“Unless you take medicine like the Body Nourishing Soup to relieve your hidden injuries, you cannot shorten the recovery time.

n“In that case, the Body Nourishing Soup seems very important. And that bone-honing ointment…”

nHe suddenly thought that even if his total blood energy was really stuck at this limit, could he use the characteristics of the detoxification special effect to quickly recover and successfully temper it in a small amount and many times?

nHis mind was empty, allowing his thoughts to wander.

nLin Yan rested for a while and felt that his mind had recovered. He finished the remaining Emerald Wind Powder in one gulp and let his blood energy recover to its peak. Then, he entered the house, grabbed a black cloth, and left.

nThe Blood Drop Cave was in Chengshou District, but to enter the Blood Drop Cave, one had to buy a Golden Pattern Token first.

nAfter walking out of Dragon Gate Pavilion, the streets became even more chaotic. There were countless thefts and robberies. When he passed through the chaotic area, there were even two hooligans who tried to steal his money bag.

nHowever, his strength had improved greatly, and his reaction and perception had increased greatly. The other party had just reached out the hand when he raised his leg and kicked him to the ground, making him unable to get up.

nWhen the others who were eying him covetously saw how powerful he was, they naturally shrank their heads and did not dare to show their faces.

nCarrying a black cloth bag along the way, Lin Yan followed the address Senior Brother Pang pointed out and went straight to Chengshou District, one of the Nine Inner Circles.

nUnlike the chaos that increased day by day in the middle and outer districts, the prosperity and peace of the Inner Circles remained the same. Everyone had smiles on their faces, wore decent clothes, and looked rich. It was almost no different from the last time Lin Yan entered the inner square.

nLin Yan asked a few questions and found an empty blacksmith shop in a corner alley.

nClang! Clang! Clang! Knock! An old man with a brandy nose and sleepy eyes opened the door casually.

nLin Yan took out the Dragon Gate Pavilion token he had handled in the administrative office. “I’ll buy a golden token.”

nThe old man took the token and looked at it. His expression finally became more serious. “You’re from Dragon Gate Pavilion?”

nSeeing Lin Yan nod, he returned the token to Lin Yan and said coldly, “One golden token, one tael of silver.’

nAlthough he had heard it from Senior Brother Pang, Lin Yan still felt that it was really expensive. One tael of silver. Previously, it would take him five months to save it without eating or drinking.

nHelpless, he took out the silver and handed it to the old man.

n“Give me a moment.”

nThe old man entered and quickly came out. He handed a finger-long and two-finger wide bronze token to Lin Yan. “Money and goods are delivered.

nHave a safe trip.”

nWith that, he closed the door.

nLin Yan looked at the golden-patterned token in his palm. It was rather exquisite and one could tell that it had been polished meticulously by hand. However, it was completely made of bronze and had nothing to do with gold. It was worth no more than 100 copper coins.

n“Greedy, it’s f*cking greedy.”

nCarrying the golden-patterned token, Lin Yan rushed to the southwest corner of Chengshou District and chose an empty corner. He took out a pure black linen cloak and a monkey-faced wooden mask from his bag.

nThis was something he had prepared two days ago. He had specially prepared two cloaks and three masks. The colors and styles were different, and there were some miscellaneous items.

nAfter putting on the clothes and making sure that his characteristics wouldn’t be revealed, Lin Yan deliberately hunched his back and placed the package in front of his stomach before passing through two winding alleys and arriving in front of a coffin shop called Chen’s.

nThe door and walls of the coffin shop were ancient. The eaves were tall, and two blood-red lanterns hung high without being lit.

nHe had actually arrived early, but there were already two people waiting in front of the coffin shop. One of them was dressed similarly to him, wearing a black robe and a mask

nThe other person was lazy, but he did not cover his face. He showed his face openly. He was dressed brightly and looked like a young master. His appearance was feminine, but his cheeks were red and his eyes were blurry. He looked like he had drunk a lot.

nSeeing Lin Yan come over, the young man burped and looked disdainful. He said drunkenly, “Hey, you guys are wearing black robes and covering your faces. Isn’t it just an underground black market? What’s there to hide?’

nLin Yan frowned and walked away from him.

n“Tsk, coward, coward…

nLin Yan looked up slightly and walked to the foot of the wall. He leaned against the wall and waited attentively.

nThe Chen’s Coffin Shop was the entrance to the Blood Drop Cave, but it would only open at a specific time.

nNot long after, two more people came together. The two of them were not wearing black robes and were wearing ordinary gray linen shirts. They both wore hoods made of yellow linen, revealing only their two dark eye sockets. They did not look easy to provoke.

nThe few of them deliberately kept their distance.

nOnly the young master’s eyes were drowsy and he was drunk. He pointed at the two of them and chuckled. “Another two cowards!”

nThe two of them looked at each other. One of them bowed and said obsequiously, “Young Master, did you come alone?”

n‘Why? Can’t I? I want to experience it myself today. What Ghost Market? What Blood Drop Cave? What the f*ck is so awesome!”

nThe young man was so excited that he danced and suddenly lost his balance. The man in the yellow linen hood immediately took two steps forward and supported him.

n“Young Master, you’re drunk. Let me help you to the side to rest. ‘

n“Nonsense! I, I’m not drunk..”

n“Come, come, come…”

nLin Yan watched coldly from the sidelines. He saw the two men wearing hoods, one on the left and one on the right, carrying the young master. They quickly walked around the corner on the other side and disappeared.

nIf this young master was taken away by the two of them, he would probably lose his life.

nHe felt a chill in his heart. In the current Ding’an City, the rules were broken, and the wind was blowing. Every stranger could become the source of life and death danger.

nHe perked up and waited for a while. Three to four more people came, all dressed in black robes and masks.

nWhen the sun was setting in the west and the last light on the steps of the coffin shop was blocked by the eaves, the door of the coffin shop finally opened.

nA skinny old man with a hunched body pushed the door open and stuck his head out.

nLin Yan’s heart thumped.

nThe old man’s face was as thin as a monkey’s. There was no flesh on his cheeks at all. He was only skin and bones, and his forehead was slightly green. He was curled up in the shadow of the door. At first glance, he looked like a dead person.

nGlancing at everyone, the old man opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He smiled terrifyingly. First, he lit the two big red lanterns at the door. Then, he pointed at the half-open door and waved. “Guests, please come

nHis voice was like the creaking sound when he pushed open the coffin lid, making Lin Yan’s back turn cold again.

nEveryone did not fight and maintained a distance from each other as they filed in. The shadows of the two blood-red lanterns were hazy. Lin Yan saw that they looked like a group of ghosts that had entered the gates of hell.

nAfter everyone entered, the old man was about to lead the way when he suddenly heard someone shout from behind, “Wait, wait! ”

nLin Yan turned around and his pupils constricted slightly.

nOn the other side of the alley, the gentle-looking drunk young master walked over lazily.

nHis hands were completely bright red as if they had been soaked in blood. He held two bloody burlap bags in his right hand, and they were dripping with blood, causing a trace of blood to appear behind him.

nThe burlap bags were the linen hoods that the two people had put on their heads previously..

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