My Monster Space

In a secluded alley.

Qin Tian was completely exhausted, and the battle still left him with lingering fear.

The terrifying, bloody pressure of death still weighed heavily on his heart, but thankfully, Tiancheng came to clean up the mess in the end.

“He is even stronger than Blood Blade.” Qin Tian could subconsciously sense the extraordinary nature of this senior. He had effortlessly suppressed Blood Blade throughout the entire process, dispelling the opponent’s weaknesses in spiritual energy one by one.

"I couldn't even see how he used that gun skill."

Qin Tian watched the other party leave. Before leaving, Murong Tiancheng, carrying the immobile Qiu Yuan, seemed to remember something.

He turned his head, looked at Qin Tian with a smile, and said something intentionally or unintentionally.

"If I'm not mistaken, you'll most likely become our junior brother. We'll have to take good care of you then."

"However," he changed the subject, his tone carrying a subtle warning.

"You have the blood essence left by Qiu Yuan on your body. You'd better deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be more troublesome after you join the sect."

And to be honest, your talent is too dazzling. If you join a sect, you will inevitably attract attention from all sides.

He emphasized each point, then with a flourish of his spear, he put away his weapon and adjusted the weight of Qiu Yuan on his body to make himself more comfortable.

"Let me remind you, when you first enter the academy, you must know how to hide your strength. That is the true way to survive."

Murong Tiancheng lowered his voice, revealing a deeper secret: "Among the elders of the sect, many people have concerns about bloodline techniques and alien powers. There are also some who have intricate connections with external forces. Your 'Seven-Day Perfect Golden Core' is an honor, but the anomalies brought about by your 'Blood Bone Primordial Body' will turn this honor into a sin."

Qin Tian composed himself and nodded, indicating that he understood; a higher stage meant greater danger.

Then he bowed deeply in the direction Tiancheng had left, feeling his reminder.

"It seems that things are not peaceful anywhere."

He then turned his gaze to the two injured brothers in the corner, who looked like two drenched wild cats, completely disheveled.

"Your feud ends here," Qin Tian said calmly, stretching out his hand and tossing out a few greenish-blue juice drops. "These are for healing. Our business is settled. You can leave now. If you ever see Blood Blade again, please pass on a message for me."

"I only borrowed the manual for a glance and have already grasped its essence. If you want it back, I can return it to its rightful owner."

The older brother had regained consciousness, but his face was filled with shame and fear.

They originally intended to complete Blood Blade's mission and seize Qin Tian's resources, but unexpectedly, not only did they fail in their mission, they almost died at the hands of their own people.

Seeing the strength and demeanor Qin Tian displayed, they knew that this seemingly gentle young man was someone they could not afford to offend.

"Qin...Qin Tian, ​​I'm sorry." The older brother's voice was hoarse as he pulled out several high-grade spirit stones and crystal cores from his pocket. "This is our current savings, as an apology. There won't be a next time. This time, we brothers owe you a favor."

Qin Tian accepted these things not because he coveted the resources, but to accept this ritual of "closing the matter".

Where Qin Tian couldn't see, Tian Cheng saw Qin Tian give him a deep bow, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Hehehehehehe, that's how you put on airs. Looks like this junior and I will get along pretty well from now on." He tossed the blood-stained knife back onto his bed. "I'm not going to cover you with a blanket. You'll have to clean up your messes."

"If I hadn't shown up in time, the incident would have blown up and become difficult to handle."

"Qin Tian, ​​are you alright?"

Teacher Zhou and the others, who sensed the commotion from afar, also rushed over. After all, they were in Jinghai City, and it was right after the trial had just ended. No one expected that someone would make a move at this critical juncture.

The group entered the alley, where the lingering smell of blood and dust mingled, and the air was filled with a sweet, pungent, and acrid odor, creating an unsettling sense of oppression.

"I'm fine. Just now, a student wanted to spar with me beforehand, which caused a bit of a commotion. They've already gone back, so don't worry, let's go back and continue celebrating."

Seeing Qin Tian calm down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing Qin Tian's explanation, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

But Teacher Zhou noticed that his right shoulder was trembling slightly, a hidden wound left from his fight with the blood-stained blade.

"This kid acts like nothing's wrong every day. I hope he's really alright."

Back in his dormitory, Qin Tian took off his clothes and could feel a series of sharp, stabbing pains running through his right shoulder, like electric currents.

Although there were no obvious wounds on the outside, he knew that they were hidden injuries left by the alien power contained within Qiu Yuan's blood energy.

"The residual blood energy is indeed as he said, a bit troublesome." He had tried many times to mobilize his spiritual energy to dispel this discomfort, but the effect was minimal for the time being.

Without delay, he entered the space and began to examine the condition of his body.

At this moment, the space was completely silent.

However, the demonic flower mark on Qin Tian's chest was pulsating faintly.

It seemed to possess its own consciousness, actively drawing upon the remaining blood energy and spiritual power within Qin Tian's body, carrying out a peculiar fusion and transformation.

Qin Tian mobilized his spiritual power to observe the Golden Core.

He discovered that the crimson power flowing on the surface of the Golden Core was more active than before, and the Demon Flower Mark was like a highly efficient purifier.

It can not only absorb foreign blood energy into itself, but also peel off the purest energy and information fragments from them and integrate them into Qin Tian's golden core, while transforming the filthy residue into harmless spiritual power to feed back into Qin Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the space, the red-clad girl, sensing Qin Tian's entry, appeared to solidify even further.

The previously slightly blurry facial features are now clearer.

Qin Tian could also feel more strongly that a stronger connection had been established between her power and Qin Tian's main consciousness.

This discovery surprised and delighted Qin Tian. On one hand, the demonic flower mark was a curse, but on the other hand, it was also his most powerful auxiliary system—it continuously strengthened Qin Tian's "Blood Bone Primordial Body" at the cost of absorbing and purifying alien power.

His continuous physical evolution stemmed from each encounter with a powerful opponent.

It took Qin Tian quite a while to move the remaining blood energy near the demonic flower. Only after all the strange energy was dealt with did Qin Tian breathe a sigh of relief.

His mind was clearer than ever before, but the stabbing pain in his right shoulder persisted.

"It seems this injury will take a while to heal," Qin Tian said with a wry smile. Fortunately, the trial was finally over.