In March, you received a challenge from a neighboring mountain village. They make their living by farming and worship a mountain god: a jet-black tiger.
[The mountain village was jealous that the fishing village's god could communicate with humans, while their own god only ate their followers. So the mountain god's attendant sent a challenge: to wage a war among the gods.]
To put it bluntly, it's a challenge where you run into the tiger's lair and fight it to the death—it's like they're treating you like a fool.
[But the ignorant people here believe this: if a deity refuses a challenge from another deity, it means that the deity has lost its divinity, or is merely a false god, and that the other can take its place.]
[You look at that tiger, barely two and a half meters long, not even as fierce as a tiger king, and you slap it to death: a tiger that has eaten humans cannot be tamed.]
[That mountain village paid a large amount of grain as compensation. With the protection of your powerful deity, the fishing village's ambition began to swell, and it decided to launch a divine war against other nearby villages.]
Before the challenge could be sent out, the monarch's envoy arrived.
In this kingdom, the supreme rulers are the royal family. It is said that they understand the language of the gods and can communicate directly with them. They are not like the Black Tiger, a mere illegitimate god, but rather the true deities of the heavens.
[Below the main deities are a bunch of minor deities, below which are thousands of officially registered deities (those recorded in the official register). After that are the various miscellaneous deities fabricated in different regions, also known as wild gods, who are said to number 9.99 million.]
[The "Sea God" you are recognized as is a registered deity, albeit a ridiculously low one, but still a celestial being. Logically, he shouldn't descend to earth so casually as that tiger.]
Returning to the topic of kingdoms, the royal family in this world is merely symbolic. Below them are numerous monarchs, similar to feudal states. Each monarch is the absolute ruler of a region, and each monarch typically governs city-states and villages.
The monarch's messenger was also a short man. He had come to deliver a decree: the "Great Wood Monarch" above the fishing village was going to war with the hostile "Blackwater Monarch," and the fishing village, as a subordinate village, was obligated to hand over grain and able-bodied men.
The fishermen were visibly distressed; each grain delivery was a heavy blow, their catch was meager, and the able-bodied men who went to war often returned with only a third of their catch.
The messenger ordered everyone to step forward for him to choose from. You were watching the spectacle with your maid, Xiao Ye (the little girl who almost got burned to death), when unexpectedly, he selected you.
A adorned attendant hurriedly jumped out to explain: "You are not a young man from the village; you are a god incarnate."
The envoy didn't believe it at all. Just because someone is tall doesn't mean they can impersonate a god! Do you even have a certificate issued by royalty? It's one thing to fool these country bumpkins, but he's an envoy of the monarch, his standards are much higher!
He sneered and lashed out at your face with his whip, but you grabbed the end, channeling the force into the messenger's palm. With a bang, several of his finger bones snapped off.
The messenger screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and several soldiers immediately placed spears against your neck. The messenger shouted for the soldiers to kill you, you sorcerer!
For some reason, perhaps it was the sensation of the blood from the exploding finger that brought a crimson glow to your eyes. You thought to yourself: "I might as well kill these guys; they were the ones who provoked you first anyway."
[With a thought in mind, you snatched a spear, its strength amplified by the protective aura it contained, and then swept it out, tearing the bodies of four soldiers to shreds like tofu.]
Then, the energy wrapped around your spear came into contact with their scattered flesh and blood. At that moment, the Blood Essence Fusion Technique felt a thirst for it, and your energy became even more crimson, while the blood that fell to the ground decayed at an extremely rapid pace.
As you approach the dismembered corpses of the four men, your energy surges forth like a giant, crimson-white hand. Wherever this hand passes, their bodies turn grayish-white, losing all nourishment and function, shriveling up to the bone.
[Your aptitude has improved by another half percent, and this is only the flesh and blood of four people. You can't help but wonder, what if it were forty people, or four hundred people?]
[They're just a group of ordinary people without any martial arts cultivation. Even against an organized army, the weakest martial artist can kill thousands, while ordinary people... well, it just depends on when they get tired.]
Thinking this, you felt your aptitude increase slightly. When you came to your senses, the messenger's corpse was being pierced through the chest by your claw and was hanging from your forearm.
Although you are only 15 years old, this messenger is only a little over 1.4 meters tall, so you easily lifted him up by hanging him on your hands.
[Your memory seems to have suffered a gap, as if something is missing. All five people who came to the fishing village are dead, and you notice fear in the eyes of the fishermen who once revered you.]
"Why are you afraid of me? Am I some kind of really bad person?" You think you're a good person, but they don't see it that way...
Yun Shou: "No, isn't this mental pollution?"
So, you should... no, stop! It's not that bad. When did you become so bloodthirsty? You take a deep breath; each person before you feels like a precious resource, making your mouth dry.
You order them to continue as usual, then turn and rush into the mountains. You must first distance yourself from the crowd and ease the situation.
Yun Shou remained silent for a long time.
He was hesitant to choose to inherit the martial arts cultivation.
Simulations are one thing, but in reality, one must never become a bloodthirsty madman.
However, this Blood Essence Fusion Technique, which can enhance one's aptitude sevenfold, can be used as a way to break through certain situations. His foundational amplification of 2.5 times already reached the level of a Grandmaster, and multiplying it by sevenfold might make him even stronger than Zhu Baowen!
The so-called solution refers to the fact that if something goes wrong during the simulation of Beichenguang, Yun Shou can use his Grandmaster-level strength, which is ten or even dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary person, to kill the descended demon.
Or perhaps some evil entity is guarding the entrance to ascension, causing one to be devoured upon ascension. A sevenfold increase in aptitude would allow Yun Shou to eliminate the gatekeeper in a shorter time.
Every 1% improvement in qualifications can be considered as a 7% increase...
[You lived quietly in the mountains for a month. Martial artists who haven't yet cultivated their martial will should not use the Blood Essence Fusion Technique to increase their aptitude by more than one and a half times.]
[You've only improved by 11% or 12% at most, that's fine. Multiplying the two factors together, your overall aptitude reaches over 2.7 times.]
Over the past month, you feel you've shed your youthful impurities, your bloodlust has been worn away. Although you still hunt birds, deer, and rabbits in the mountains to feed on or devour your blood essence, it's nothing compared to the thrill of preying on humans... and the efficiency of your progress is pitifully low.
For some reason, Yun Shou suddenly thought of something.
If it works so well for ordinary humans to devour it, what about for closer blood relatives?
There's a saying that goes something like this: when you're not doing well, you should think carefully about your family, because you still have them...
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