In the blink of an eye, the day for the Holy Son's summons arrived. Meng Wan changed into a black and red Taoist robe specially tailored by several peak masters and headed to the Holy Land of Blood Dao.

There are nine peaks in the Tianshan Blood Pool, and only the first three peaks are open to ordinary disciples of the Blood Dao. To enter the remaining six peaks, various harsh conditions must be met.

Peak master-level experts have one chance to enter the fourth peak every year for seven days.

Strong men at the Quasi-Saint Son level have one opportunity to enter the Fifth Peak every year, also for a period of seven days.

The sixth peak belongs exclusively to the Holy Son of Blood.

After entering the sixth peak, a strong smell of blood hits you in the face, making you feel refreshed.

Meng Wan and five other quasi-saints of the Blood Path were waiting in a square outside the blood pool.

In addition to her, there are Yu Qi, Yue Chan, Duan Qianxiao, and two older quasi-saints, Yuan Wu and Qing Ling.

Yuanwu is tall, with a rough face and a pair of tiger eyes that are fierce.

He looked Meng Wan up and down, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Are you Meng Wan? You've been very popular recently."

Meng Wan's expression was calm as she said calmly, "Brother Yuanwu, your praise is too much. It's just a rumor spread by outsiders."

Qingling, who was standing next to Yuanwu, was a beautiful woman.

She covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes moving as she looked at Meng Wan with interest, but she didn't say a word.

"You're quite good. You've already gained quite a reputation right after establishing your foundation, but..."

Yuan Wu changed the subject, sounding somewhat didactic.

"Young people, sometimes it's inevitable that you will be a little arrogant. If you have a little achievement, you will not take the cultivators in the world seriously.

We are all people who have been there, and we understand your feelings very well.”

"Thank you for your advice, Brother. Meng Wan will take note of it."

Meng Wan lowered her attitude and looked like she was listening attentively.

Seeing that she had listened to his words, Yuan Wu felt slightly satisfied.

"According to the rules, you have one chance every year to enter the Fifth Peak for training.

Your senior brothers and sisters, Yu Qi, Yue Chan, and Duan Qianxiao, are very sensible and took the initiative to give this opportunity to me and your senior sister Qingling.

The blood pool on the fifth peak is too rich, and you can't control it, so let your senior brother handle it for you."

After hearing this, Meng Wan finally understood his intention. It turned out that he wanted to steal her things.

Yu Qi, Yue Chan and Duan Qianxiao were robbed of such important cultivation resources, and they didn't dare to say a word.

It seems that although they are both quasi-saint sons, the gap in strength between them is quite large.

Meng Wan raised her eyelids slightly, and an innocent smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You won't know if you can handle it until you try it. Why don't I try it first? If I really can't handle it, I can give it to my senior brother."

Yuan Wu's face darkened and the fierceness in his eyes became even more intense.

"Are you going to refuse the toast and drink the penalty wine?"

Meng Wan smiled shyly, but her words were full of sharpness. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Senior Brother. I don't accept toasts or penalty drinks."

Yuan Wu was indeed enraged, and he laughed in anger, "How dare a young girl who has just started out be so arrogant! I want to see how capable you are!"

He took a step forward, his aura surged, and the pressure of the sixth level of foundation building pressed down on Meng Wan like an overwhelming force.

Meng Wan's expression remained unchanged. She stood firmly in place, showing no intention of retreating.

The atmosphere in the square suddenly became tense. Yu Qi, Yue Chan and Duan Qianxiao were silent and dared not say anything.

Qingling had an expression of anticipation for the show, with excitement glittering in her eyes.

"snort!"

Yuan Wu sneered and was about to teach Meng Wan a lesson when suddenly, a powerful pressure came from the depths of the holy land...

This pressure was so overbearing and powerful that it instantly dissipated Yuan Wu's momentum.

His face changed, and he quickly restrained his breath and stood aside respectfully.

Several other quasi-saints also bowed their heads in greeting.

A blood-red light flashed, and a young man in a blood-red robe appeared in the center of the square.

He has a handsome face, a cold temperament, and a pair of blood-red eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

This person is none other than the Holy Son of Blood, Xue Wuya.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

Everyone saluted in unison.

Xue Wuya nodded slightly, his eyes swept over everyone, and lingered on Meng Wan for a moment.

Seeing this, Yuan Wu had an idea and immediately stepped forward and bowed and said.

"Holy Son, this newly promoted Quasi-Holy Son Meng Wan is arrogant and disrespectful to his elders. Please be considerate of this!"

Xue Wuya turned his gaze towards Yuan Wu, his tone indifferent, "Oh? What happened?"

Yuan Wu exaggerated and recounted what had just happened.

He said that he had the good intention to talk to Meng Wan about the rules of the Blood Dao, but Meng Wan was arrogant and looked down on everyone, and did not take him and the other quasi-saints seriously at all.

After listening to this, Xue Wuya did not express his opinion immediately, but turned his gaze to Meng Wan again, his tone still indifferent.

"Meng Wan, how do you explain?"

Meng Wan calmly used the Qi Control Technique to investigate Xue Wuya's cultivation level.

The other party was actually at the seventh level of foundation building, and his aura was strange, with faint traces of the Ghost Path. It was obvious that he had also practiced the Ghost Path techniques.

In addition, the other party has been soaking in the blood pool of the Sixth Peak for many years. The strength of this Blood Saint is probably not something she can contend with now.

After quickly weighing the odds of winning and the pros and cons in her mind, Meng Wan bowed with her skirt lowered and her tone respectful.

"Your Highness, I'm a new disciple and don't know many of the rules. If I've offended you, I hope you will forgive me. As for what Senior Brother Yuanwu said..."

She paused, a hint of grievance in her tone, “Disciple begs to differ.

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