One person established a clan

Chapter 19 Blood and Flesh Sacrifice

The young child had tears on his eyes and seemed to have fainted from crying, falling sideways in his arms.

Su Cheng picked him up and kicked open the wooden door next to him. The smell of mold mixed with the smell of blood hit him in the face.

He pulled over half of the stiff quilt and placed it under the child. He slightly unbuttoned his coarse outer garment and saw centipede-shaped blood scabs intertwined between the child's bony ribs, which was a bit shocking.

The five or six-year-old children were obviously unable to escape far. I guess they could only eat wild vegetables during this period of time, and they were terribly thin.

Su Cheng checked briefly and quickly covered him with a blanket.

Fortunately, he suffered no internal injuries. He will be brought back to Jingyang Town tomorrow and handed over to the doctor for care.

In the empty village, strange tongues of fire swayed in the wind, and there seemed to be a shrill scream echoing.

The long sword in the fire trembled slightly, as if it was still swallowing the resentment of hundreds of corpses, reflecting the blood-red iron lake.

Shi Xuan stood beside the fire, the jade hairpin in her bun radiating a moon-white halo, and the blood mist around her dissipated as soon as it touched her.

"Miss Shi."

Su Cheng quickly turned back and said, "The sword in the fire."

"Blood and flesh refine iron, and wronged souls temper marrow. This weapon-refining technique happens to be included in the Huanxing Sect's library."

Shi Xuan's tone was slightly cold: "The Acting Sect Master explained to me back then that they had confiscated the treasure by killing a wandering cultivator. But judging by their actions now, I'm afraid they have been coveting it for a long time."

Su Cheng looked at the scarlet jade stones in his palm, his expression becoming even colder.

The child may not know that these so-called "strange stones" also emit a bloody smell and are obviously made of human lives.

[Blood and Flesh Spirit Stone, Ordinary Item]

[Contains a small amount of polluted spiritual energy, should it be filtered and absorbed?]

He silently clenched the jade, making it crackle.

"Don't be impulsive." Shi Xuan whispered, "The altar has been tampered with. If you interfere with the ritual, the Huanxing Sect will notice immediately."

"That would be better."

Su Cheng kicked out suddenly, smashing the stone pestle on the altar into pieces.

Sparks and debris flew everywhere, covering an area several feet in radius. A black slurry mixed with iron and blood flowed out, and when it hit the ground, it emitted scalding smoke.

As the flames receded, the blood-marked sword was revealed, the sword sounded piercingly, and it emitted a captivating aura.

[Quenching Heart Sword, Xuan-grade weapon]

Su Cheng shook off the powder in his palm, stretched out his hand and pulled out the blood sword.

Zizizi!
The blazing hilt of the sword burned wisps of mist in his palm. It even split and twisted into sharp thorns, as if it was about to pierce his flesh.

"Hurry up and throw away the sword!" Shi Xuan quickly dissuaded him: "This sword is quite evil and will suck your blood——"

hum!
The blood-red sword hummed continuously and began to vibrate violently.

Shi Xuan suddenly stopped talking, looking even more surprised. This sword...was wailing?
Su Cheng suddenly crushed the hilt of the sword with force, then put the blade into the system and threw it into the forging room.

[Spiritual energy absorption completed] [Weapon decomposition in progress]

"Use the materials obtained from the decomposition to strengthen the Qingxuan Sword."

The bloody smell that permeated the surroundings gradually dissipated, and the evil was gone.

Su Cheng brushed off the debris in his hand and glanced at Shi Xuan. "Don't worry, Miss Shi. I can handle it properly."

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Shi Xuan was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought you were just an ordinary cultivator before, I really didn't see clearly enough."

Even she couldn't figure out the secret behind such a strange and mysterious method. There were really many mysteries surrounding this person.

"Miss Shi's explanations along the way have also given me a lot of benefits."

Su Cheng was just about to ask when the people from Huanxing Sect would be able to sense the movement here when an angry roar suddenly came from afar.

“—How courageous!”

With the sound of flying horses' hooves, several dark shadows approached rapidly from outside the village.

Su Cheng turned around and saw several figures leaping off their horses and rushing into the village.

Looking at the two men and one woman who had suddenly come to visit, he squinted his eyes and saw how they were dressed—

The black robe of a cultivator from the Huanxing Sect.

"You are the one who ruined my sect's arrangement?!"

The cold-faced young man in the lead strode forward, sword in hand, and said coldly, "Who are you, you rogue? Don't you know that this is the territory of our Huanxing Sect?!"

The two men behind him also drew their swords in anger, their murderous aura overflowing, ready to strike. "You came so quickly, saving us a lot of effort."

Su Cheng's expression was indifferent as he casually summoned the Qingxuan Sword. "Originally, I couldn't put all the blame on you. After all, it's possible someone else deliberately framed you. But now that you've accepted it, you deserve to die."

The leading young man narrowed his eyes slightly and kept looking around.

"Where did you hide my sect's spiritual treasure?"

"Tibetan?"

Su Cheng shook his head: "Instead of turning it into scrap copper and iron, it is better to remelt it and make it again."

The two rounds of ridicule and mockery made the three Huanxing monks' foreheads bulge with veins and their eyes were filled with anger.

"Well, it seems you are deliberately opposing our sect."

The young man in the lead walked forward step by step, his aura rising and raising a cloud of dust.

His sword was covered with mottled dark light, and he sneered, "It just so happens that the sword needs more blood and flesh to be refined. Using you and your companions as food, perhaps it can raise the grade of the mysterious weapon to a higher level."

Su Cheng sensed his undisguised murderous aura and raised his brows slightly, "Has he reached the Perfection of the Mysterious Realm?"

"You're against our Huanxing Sect, but you don't know we're among the true disciples?" The young man said with a teasing look, "How foolish."

"Brother, stop playing with this guy."

The female monk in the back snorted and pointed her sword at the thatched hut not far away: "That little devil seems to be in the house, I will go and kill him first--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly Su Cheng kicked the gravel under his feet with the tip of his boot.

"call out!"

The stone whistled through the air and suddenly hit the sword, causing the female monk's wrist to ache and her body to stagger.

She quickly gripped the hilt of the sword, staring in astonishment, meeting Su Cheng's calm gaze.

"Stand, don't move."

A cold wind blew by, bringing a chill to the backs of the three monks.

The leading young man's face darkened slightly as he held his sword in front of the female monk. "I underestimated you. Which sect or school are you from?"

"Stop talking nonsense, attack together." Su Chengjian pointed at the three of them: "After the fight, I still have something to ask."

".court death!"

The young man's eyes suddenly turned red with anger, and he waved his sword. The beautiful sword light turned into nine rays of light, whistling through the air!

Su Cheng slightly staggered and turned around, dodging the sword blockade as if he had foreseen it, and swung his sword, instantly breaking the surrounding swords.

"Varied--"

The young man's steps suddenly stopped, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Where on earth did this person come from? How could he see through the secrets of our sect's unique swordsmanship in just a moment?!
"Although it is a true teaching, the swordsmanship he has practiced is rudimentary and cannot even compare to your elders."

Su Cheng shook his head, suddenly leaned forward and flashed across a distance of ten feet.

The young man only blinked an eye, and the tip of the Qingxuan sword was approaching his forehead in an instant, so fast that his hair stood on end!

--clang!

The two swords collided with each other, biting each other and splashing dazzling sparks.

The young man tried his best to avoid the sword, stepped back violently, and at the same time used his palm to blast out mysterious skills.

The strong wind containing the energy of black iron was enough to shatter gold and split stone, whistling and tearing through the mud, leaving three deep black marks.

But Su Cheng stretched out his bare hands, formed his five fingers into claws, and pulled hard to the side.

It's sizzling!

The strong wind suddenly broke, leaving only a few wisps of wind swirling around Su Cheng's fingertips, which were swallowed up by a cluster of silver-white flames.

The three monks were stunned and horrified. "What kind of trick is this?!"

Su Cheng bent his body and kneeled, slamming the ground to pieces, and the silver sword edge instantly swept across the necks of two of them.

I saw a column of blood gushing up, heads flying everywhere, and two broken swords spinning in the air and piercing into the ground.

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The pupils of the only remaining true disciple constricted, and blood rained in his sight. There was only one person standing in front of him, holding a sword against his throat.

"It seems that there is no difference between the so-called true disciples and ordinary disciples."

Su Cheng casually wiped the blood off his cheek and asked doubtfully, "Or are you three the weakest among the true disciples?"

(End of this chapter)