Chapter 120 Purification (2)

As the blood from the lich disciple's mouth dripped into the pool, the other lich disciples in the tempering pool also began to bleed. Their blood was of different colors, including blackish-red, blue-red, golden-red, and blue-black.

Some of it flowed out of their mouths.

Some of it flowed from the eyes.

Some of it flowed out of the ears.

Some of it flowed out of the nose.

Some had normal complexions, but their bodies were covered in what looked like a handful of red sand mixed with ink, with the black and red color spreading outwards little by little.

Even more striking was a creature with fox ears, a flat mouth, and beady green eyes, resembling a dye palette, that bled red, black, and blue blood.

The entire tempering pool was like a brush-washing pool, where various bloods mixed with the spiritual water in the pool, gradually turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

One by one, the lich disciples began to give way and collapsed in the water. Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing immediately grew to giant size and fished people out from the pool.

The two of them arranged the lich people they had pulled out of the water neatly in rows, making it easier for the shaman to perform the healing ritual.

Ji Zhuang kept an eye on the young man who had started bleeding, intending to grab him when he couldn't hold on any longer.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the young man began to sway; ten breaths later, the young man could no longer hold on, his feet gave way, and he fell straight into the pool of filthy blood. Ji Zhuang quickly scooped him up with a claw and placed him a little distance away from the pool.

Ji Zhuang pulled the young man out of the water, leaving only one person in the pool.

The man was covered in blue and red blood.

His eyes were tightly closed, and he looked unusually human. Apart from his large head, somewhat pointed ears, extremely short nose, and webbed hands with only four fingers, he was no different from the ancient shamans.

The man stood quietly in the pool until an hour had passed, when Ji Rong unfurled her second giant leaf, creating a golden wave of inscriptions, before collapsing softly like a seaweed.

Just as he was about to enter the pool, Gu Qingqing stretched out her tail and encircled him. When she tried to pull him back, she found that he was heavier than the others.

Gu Qingqing used her second tail to encircle it and pull it outwards.

Once pulled away from the pool, Gu Qingqing discovered that this fellow had an extremely long waist, but for some reason, his lower body was embedded in the mud in the pool.

Since he was the last person, Ji Zhuang and Tuanwu came to help. They cleaned the mud off the man's lower body, and then four legs that looked like octopus tentacles came into view.

They were intertwined and stuck in the mud.

When Gu Qingqing and the others saw this, they all admired the lich's backbone and courage.

That's incredibly risky!

Do these liches know that staying inside for too long will make them stupid?

They knew this, but they preferred to gamble on the possibility of becoming stronger.

The witch stepped forward to treat him. She grasped the hand of the lich disciple, then quickly let go, and said sadly to Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang, "He's dead."

The tempering of this batch of lich disciples was completed in just one hour, but the water in the tempering pool could no longer be used.

The witch stayed behind to care for the ninety-nine people still breathing on the ground, while Ji Zhuang led the remaining one hundred and sixteen people to work in the fields. Ji Rong continued to transform into a tree trunk, moving her roots to gradually shrink the spring and the spiritual flow.

As the spiritual energy in the pool diminished, the water began to rapidly change its flavor, becoming fishy and foul-smelling, with an indescribable odor.

The water still retained some spiritual energy. Gu Qingqing originally wanted Ji Zhuang to take the lich disciples and use the pool water to irrigate the land, but Ji Zhuang was worried that the water was harmful and resolutely refused.

Gu Qingqing and Ji Rong had no choice but to manifest their Dharma bodies and dig another large pit next to them to collect the filthy water.

Once the pit was dug, Gu Qingqing stood up, made a hand seal, and shouted, "Transform into a boat!"

Then I saw her five big tails close together like a small boat, scooping water into the pit, one ladle after another.

After scooping up all the broth, Gu Qingqing was so exhausted that she collapsed on the ground, panting heavily with her tongue lolling out, and said she needed to rest.

Ji Rong said, "Sister Qingqing, it will take time to fill the water tank. You should rest first, and call my brother when the tank is full."

Having said that, Ji Rong transformed into the body of the magic tree, reopening the spiritual flow and the spring, and waiting for the water to fill up.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Rong suddenly felt a shaking. It turned out that her brother, Ji Zhuang, was shaking their tree trunk.

She glanced at the pool, which was already full, and nodded to her brother, saying, "Let's temper the remaining Lich disciples in three batches. This time, let those in the Illusion Realm and the Dissolution Realm come in."

After speaking, Ji Rong's mind sank, and the first leaf grew larger at her will, its veins, engraved with inscriptions, slowly brightening.

Ji Zhuang led the seventy-eight witch disciples into the pool as instructed.

As before, in just a short while, the pool was dyed like a paint palette, and some of the lich disciples began to faint and fall into the water.

At this moment, a fish with a head and four legs appeared in the pool, bleeding red blood as it grew a fish tail. Its four arms transformed into fins, and it began to swim in the pool.

As he swam, he excitedly exclaimed, "So this is the secret of my tribe!"

His transformation into a fish left Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang on the shore speechless.

Gu Qingqing hurriedly shouted, "Hey, you fish head, quickly calm your mind! If you make any more noise, don't blame me for pulling you out!"

Hearing Gu Qingqing's reprimand, the fish stopped talking, but still occasionally let out silly chuckles.

Gu Qingqing frowned, her fox-like face contorted, and repeatedly stuck out her tail, trying to scoop up the fish, but Ji Zhuang blocked her with his fins each time.

Fortunately, the fish didn't last long. Amidst the splashes of one lich disciple after another falling into the water, it turned belly up.

Gu Qingqing relaxed her brow and scooped the noisy fish out of the water.

By the third quarter of an hour, eleven people remained in the pool.

By the fourth quarter of the hour, nine people remained in the pool.

By the fifth quarter of an hour, seven people remained in the pool.

By the sixth quarter, four people remained in the pool. Their condition was dire; blood gushed from their bodies and clung to their skin, making them unrecognizable.

By the seventh quarter, three people remained in the pool. Their blood seemed to have drained away, gradually becoming lighter and fainter.

Seeing this, Gu Qingqing shouted into the pool again, "Life is precious, don't push yourself!"

But the three people in the pool remained motionless, their chests heaving violently, letting the bird and fox on the surface of the pool know that the three were still alive.

An hour later, Ji Rong opened the second giant leaf on time. Golden waves of inscriptions, like branding, flew out from the veins of the leaf and merged into the bodies of the three people in the pool.

The three of them immediately screamed in agony, as if they were enduring immense pain.

Their bodies began to change.

A large, flat forehead slowly bulged out in the middle, and a scarlet vertical eye grew out.

As soon as the eye grew out, the man rolled his eyes back, his body went limp and he collapsed. Ji Zhuang quickly pulled him out.

One of the men originally resembled the ancient shaman lineage by about 50%, but now bloody bones were growing from both sides of his shoulder blades, and half of the spiritual energy in the pool was rushing madly towards his body.

His body was bulging, as if there were knives under his skin scraping away his flesh layer by layer. Most of the filthy flesh fell into the murky water along the crack in his shoulder blade, while a small part grew thinly along the new bone.

The man screamed and struggled in pain, but gradually his struggles weakened, and he choked on some water.

Seeing that the wings on his back had already grown and taken shape, Ji Zhuang grabbed him and pulled him up.