Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 103 The Nine "Holy Grails"

Yes, that was the bold idea that suddenly popped into Luo Heng's head when he saw Xiao Yinyin.

If you're going to use the Emperor's Blood to temper your body, why not use the best one?

It wasn't that he looked down on Senior Gai Jiuyou—well, let's just say he did.

After all, compared to the other ancient emperors, Senior Gai was still a step behind.

But at this critical juncture, where can he get any more Emperor's true blood?

It wasn't until he saw Xiao Yinyin that he had this bold idea.

However, directly taking blood would be too reckless. That's why they came up with this idea.

Regardless, the nine drops of imperial blood in his hand—especially those of the four—the Tribulation-Crossing Celestial Venerable, the Emperor Venerable, the Undying Heavenly Emperor, and the Great Emperor Wushi—are all destined to become immortals in the future.

Their blood has some value to the Ruthless Great Emperor; at least it can provide some insights!

Even the blood of the two human emperors, Taiyin and Taiyang, is extremely precious.

Therefore, Luo Heng's idea was simple: take nine drops of the Emperor's blood and exchange them for three drops of the Ruthless Great Emperor's blood.

As for the method of exchange? Feed it directly to Xiaoyinnan.

Thus, this bizarre and incongruous ceremony came to be.

Even if he fails, Luo Heng won't care.

When he first came into this world, he was basically protected by Xiao Yinyin. Now that he has finally accumulated some resources, it is only right that he should give back to the Ruthless Great Emperor.

So whether this matter succeeds or not, he can accept it.

After Luo Heng finished his prayers, he stood up, nervously picked up the Devouring Demon Jar, and began to shake the divination sticks.

With a loud thud, it snapped.

A bamboo slip fell out.

He bent down and saw the character "是" (yes).

The little girl curiously peeked out and asked, "Big brother, what are you playing?"

"Draw lots".

"What's a signature?"

"It's about asking whether things are accurate."

"Is it effective?"

"I don't know yet, I'll have to shake it a few more times."

He breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt it wasn't safe enough, so he continued shaking.

Splash, splat.

It's "yes" again.

He shook it again.

Splash, splat.

It is still "yes".

He shook it nine times in a row.

Nine bamboo slips, lined up in a row, all bearing the same character "是" (yes).

The little girl lay down beside the shrine, peeked out and counted: "One, two, three, four — all nine are the same!"

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Luo Heng let out a long sigh.

Using the Devouring Demon Jar as a fortune-telling container is somewhat hellish.

But this thing is a standard sacred relic, so its spiritual power is undoubtedly exceptional. The meaning of the Ruthless Great Emperor should be quite clear.

He carefully put away the bamboo slips, then cautiously approached Xiao Yinnan, forcing a harmless smile: "Well—Yinnan, your clothes seem to have a small tear. Let me mend it for you."

As he spoke, he took out an embroidery needle.

The first kind is the most common kind, made of iron, which costs a few coins a pack on the street.

The little girl looked down at herself, then tucked her sleeves in, and muttered softly, "Where's it torn? I don't see it—"

"Ah, it's in the back, you can't see it." Luo Heng said without changing his expression. "Don't move, your brother will sew it for you."

Nannan sat still obediently, but still a little worried, she whispered, "Brother, you have to be careful, don't prick Nannan—"

A fleeting sense of guilt crossed Luo Heng's mind, but he quickly replied, "Don't worry, don't worry, brother's hand is very steady."

This was actually a test he had planned beforehand. If even something like this could pierce Xiao Yinyin's skin, then it was probably because a ruthless person had tacitly approved it, and he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

But if you can't pierce it—that means the ruthless person doesn't want to bother with him at all, so he should just stay somewhere cool!

Luo Heng had even considered bringing Ye Fan over to be a high priest and have him chant incantations.

But then I thought—forget it.

With the Werewolf Emperor's strength, does it make a difference whether Ye Fan stands in front of him or on the other side of the Big Dipper? It's all the same as him jumping around right under his nose.

Moreover, deliberately dragging Ye Fan over seemed to imply, "Look who I brought," which felt off.

So he simply didn't call out to Ye Fan.

Luo Heng walked to the little girl's side and gently took her little hand.

Suddenly, he pointed to the other side and exclaimed, "Yin'nan, look what's over there?"

"Um?"

Xiao Yinyin turned her head curiously to look.

Luo Heng raised his hand and gently pricked the skin with the needle.

"Sizzle—"

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A tiny bead of blood actually appeared on the little girl's fingertip.

Immediately, the blood bead left the fingertip and hovered in mid-air. Then, one drop of blood bead after another emerged, each one condensing into a round droplet that neither fell nor dispersed, as if gently supported by some invisible force.

Luo Heng stared intently and counted.

Nine drops in total.

The little girl turned her head and blinked in confusion: "Huh, there's nothing there—"

She looked down at the bloodstains on her finger, then glanced at the needle in Luo Heng's hand, and her lips slowly pursed.

A layer of mist quickly welled up in her eyes.

"Big brother—" she said softly, her voice trembling with tears, "Your hand—is so unsteady, you pricked me."

Looking at Xiao Yinnan's tear-filled eyes, Luo Heng felt a pang of heartache and hurriedly tried to get some divine spring water to stop the bleeding.

When I looked down, I saw that the needle mark had already healed on its own.

He quickly squatted down, his voice soft and gentle: "Don't cry, don't cry, big brother didn't mean it. I'll buy you delicious food and fun things later, and tell you lots and lots of stories—"

The little girl sniffed, tears clinging to her eyelashes, and looked at him pitifully: "Then I want to eat candied hawthorns."

"Do it, do it right away, make you the biggest one!"

Luo Heng immediately turned and called out to Hong Ling outside the hall, telling her to hurry to the kitchen to make arrangements.

Little Yinnan sniffed again, and her crying gradually subsided.

"I want to hear more stories."

"Say three!"

Five.

Luo Heng gritted his teeth: "Fine, five it is!"

The little girl still had tears in the corners of her eyes, but the corners of her mouth had already quietly turned up.

Luo Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully collected the nine drops of blood that were hanging in mid-air into the jade bottle.

My palms were already sweaty.

After finally settling things off with the little girl, Luo Heng immediately rushed back to Gai Jiuyou and the others to tell them about his newfound imperial bloodline.

The group then discussed the matter further.

After Yao Guang Saint Lord and Elder Liu left, Luo Heng took out two metal books covered with ancient characters and handed them to Gai Jiuyou and Wei Yi respectively.

He smiled and said, "Seniors, I've acquired something good—the Ancient Scripture of Divine Spirits, created by the Immortal Emperor himself. Everyone who sees it gets a share; you can take it back and study it."

Both Gai Jiuyou and Wei Yi showed surprise upon hearing this name.

Now that they know what level of existence the Immortal Emperor is, they naturally understand the significance of this ancient scripture.