Accompanied by a light laugh, Meng Wan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a blood-red figure slowly walking out from behind the hall.
The man was wearing a dark red robe with a ferocious blood lotus pattern embroidered on it. The robe rustled in the wind without any wind.
He had a handsome face, and his brows carried the majesty of someone who had held a high position for a long time. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on endless dry bones, which was chilling.
This person is none other than the Blood Dao Palace Master, Tianhe.
He had a strong aura, and Meng Wan guessed that this person was most likely at the peak of the Golden Core realm.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
Meng Wan bowed with neither arrogance nor servility. She noticed that although the aura emanating from the Palace Master was overbearing and cold, it contained no malice, but rather revealed a hint of appreciation.
Tianhe sat down in the main seat, looking Meng Wan up and down with a pair of sharp eyes, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Indeed, you are worthy of being the Holy Son of the Blood Path. This demeanor alone is enough to impress the old men in the sect."
He raised his hand, motioning Meng Wan to stand up, "Sit down, no need to be polite."
Meng Wan followed his instructions and sat down on the chair below.
Tianhe leaned forward slightly and his tone became softer.
"Meng Wan, I'm aware of your recent performance. You've broken through to the Golden Core stage at such a young age, which shows that you're not only exceptionally talented, but also decisive and ruthless.
It seems that my blood path has indeed found a successor."
Meng Wan raised her eyes, her gaze was calm and her tone was steady.
"Palace Master, you are too kind. Everything Meng Wan does is just to improve her own strength."
Tianhe raised his eyebrows slightly, and became more appreciative of Meng Wan's boldness.
"I'm sure Si Tianchi has explained to you the rewards the sect intends to give out. So, have you thought about your future path?
If you serve me, I will never treat you unfairly."
Meng Wan heard Tianhe's intention to win him over, but she refused to buy it. She just said, "I've made up my mind. I want to become a Sequence, enter the Heritage Island, and fight for the inheritance."
Hearing this, Tianhe fell silent.
The hall was silent and the atmosphere gradually became solemn. Even the air seemed to be frozen, making people feel suffocated and depressed.
Meng Wan could feel the scrutinizing gaze coming from above, but she did not hide or avoid it. She met the gaze calmly and reiterated.
"Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master, but Meng Wan has made up her mind. I beg you to grant my wish."
After a while, Tianhe slowly spoke, with a hint of persuasion in his tone.
"Becoming a Sequence isn't the bright future you think it is. There are many dangers out there. Many talented people have never made it out alive after landing on the Inheritance Island."
His voice was low and full of warning.
"You are already a Jindan cultivator, and you are so young. Why don't you choose a smoother path?"
Meng Wan's expression remained unchanged. "I understand, disciple, but opportunities and risks coexist. If I don't strive for it, how can I know if I can do it?"
Her voice was clear, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Tianhe sighed inwardly.
Since she insists on going to the Heritage Island, let her go.
If he could really come out of the inheritance island alive, even if he shed blood, he could still create another Nascent Soul powerhouse!
Thinking of this, he stopped trying to dissuade her, and instead there was a hint of appreciation in his tone.
"Okay, since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. However, you must remember that the Heritage Island is fraught with danger, so be careful."
Meng Wan stood up and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your help, Palace Master. I will be careful in everything."
Tianhe waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and get ready. The Heritage Island will be open to the public in three months. Then, you can join the others and enter the island."
Meng Wan bowed again, then turned and left the hall.
"How is it? Did the Palace Master not give you any trouble?"
As soon as he left the hall, Si Tianchi came up to him with a nervous look on his face.
Meng Wan shook her head.
"That's good."
Si Tianchi heaved a sigh of relief, "The next time the Heritage Island opens will be three months from now. I have cleared a place on the Ninth Peak of the Blood Path Holy Land. Before that, you should stay on the Ninth Peak.
By the way, when you practice, remember to take it easy and don't drain the entire holy land dry."
Meng Wan nodded, took the token given to her by Si Tianchi, and flew towards the ninth peak.
After returning to the cave, Meng Wan sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing to consolidate the golden elixir realm she had just broken through.
Rich blood energy surrounded her, forming a huge vortex, which continuously flowed into her body, nourishing her flesh, blood, and bones.
She remembered Si Tianchi's instructions and deliberately slowed down. It took her two months to completely consolidate her internal cultivation.
Meng Wan slowly opened her eyes, a blood-red light flashed quickly from the bottom of her eyes, and the air in the cave shook slightly.
She stood up, put on a new blood-red Taoist robe, and stretched her muscles.
It's time to go to the Blood Dao Palace and collect the remaining Blood Dao techniques.
Three days later, Meng Wan walked out of the Blood Road Palace and shook her head with some regret.
She learned all the skills that she had been thinking about.
Unfortunately, from her current perspective, the power of these Foundation Establishment Realm techniques has been greatly reduced.
That is the Blood Sea Dream. Because of her vast blood sea and her amazing attainments in illusion, she can still show it off.
As for the many spiritual weapons in her body... after she broke through the Jindan realm, they became some dispensable toys.
All that was left were the dark green umbrella, the silver armor she had painstakingly crafted, the blood-red sword, and another magical flying sword, which were barely usable.
These thoughts flashed through Meng Wan's mind, and she returned to the Ninth Peak again.
It was not until one evening more than twenty days later that Meng Wan went out and made a special trip to visit Si Tianchi.
The two of them were traveling on a flying boat, drinking and chatting.
Meng Wan expressed her distress and said that she lacked useful techniques.
Si Tianchi smiled bitterly and agreed very much.
"Though we, the Blood Path cultivators, are ruthless in killing, without the support of powerful magic, our actions are ultimately like trying to catch the moon in the water.
The Xuanyin Sect has always been very stingy with its rewards. Senior Brother has been working in the sect for so many years, and he has only received rewards two or three times..."
As he spoke, he patted Meng Wan's shoulder in a very familiar manner.
"Junior sister, now that you have reached Sequence, when you enter the Inheritance Island in the future, will you still worry about not having any magic to use?"
Meng Wan heard this but remained silent, just looking at Si Tianchi quietly.
I don’t know if it’s because the wine tastes so good or the sunset at dusk is so intoxicating.
Si Tianchi's eyes gradually became blurred, and he muttered to himself, as if he had fallen into an illusion.
Seeing this, Meng Wan curled up the corner of her mouth into a sneer.
Immediately, a wisp of soul split out and quietly invaded Si Tianchi's body and began to refine his soul.
The whole process is silent, just like the gentle spring rain that moistens everything.
As Si Tianchi sank into the illusion, his soul was gradually being devoured by Meng Wan's soul.
In the end, Si Tianchi's soul was completely refined by Meng Wan and he was completely reduced to a shell.
Meng Wan nodded with satisfaction and let her soul take over the body.
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