However, every time she fell, the fire in Meng Wan's heart burned brighter.
She gritted her teeth, her obsession to win growing stronger.
After countless beatings, when night fell, the training ground was in ruins.
And Meng Wan, relying on her tenacious willpower and firm determination, gradually comprehended the true meaning of the Blood Shadow Step under the oppression of this God Transformation level.
From being in a mess at first to gradually mastering the rhythm, her movements were no longer as flawless as they were at the beginning.
The speed at which she was hit became slower and slower, and the number of injuries she received became less and less.
Even the Jindan cultivator opposite, who always had a stern expression, showed a hint of surprise after witnessing Meng Wan's progress with his own eyes.
Finally, after Meng Wan performed the Blood Shadow Step one time, the Divine Transformation cultivator opposite him frowned slightly when faced with the countless phantoms around him.
He tried hard to identify Meng Wan's location and launched several attacks in succession, but all of them failed.
The Divine Transformation cultivator raised his brows slightly and no longer had the patience to play hide-and-seek with Meng Wan.
He mobilized the magic power in his body and directly caused a strong wind to sweep across the entire performance venue.
However, the howling wind failed to reveal Meng Wan's figure.
The Jindan cultivator finally showed an ugly look. He didn't find any trace of Meng Wan, and he had already fallen into a disadvantage.
Even after using area-of-effect magic, Meng Wan still couldn't be forced out.
If Meng Wan's cultivation level was not one level lower than his, how could he have the chance to stand here intact?
The eyes of the Divine Transformation cultivator turned cold, and he once again used the area attack technique to bombard the entire performance field.
However, Meng Wan's figure seemed to have disappeared.
In the entire performance venue, there was nothing else except the afterimage left by her Blood Shadow Step.
It was not until a quarter of an hour later, when Meng Wan's physical strength and blood were exhausted, that she reappeared from a corner.
She was breathing heavily and looked disheveled. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water, but her eyes were exceptionally bright.
"Grandmother, this Blood Shadow Step can be combined with illusion techniques and used together. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Grandmother Zushi scoffed, "Such a simple thing, shouldn't it come out as soon as you see it? Why do you still need me to tell you?"
Meng Wan: ...
Forget it, being humiliated by the Grandmaster is not humiliation, it is honor.
While Meng Wan was talking to the Grandmaster in her mind, the Divine Transformation cultivator opposite her was embarrassed.
Losing to a young cultivator at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage is simply a shame.
He asked anxiously, "What kind of technique did you practice just now?"
Meng Wan quickly put on a respectful and submissive attitude and spoke in a humble tone.
"In reply to your question, the technique I'm practicing is called 'Blood Devouring Demon Body', and it was taught to me personally by Miss Wu."
"So this is the technique taught by the young lady. No wonder it's so powerful. Since you've already mastered the technique, it seems you don't need me as a sparring partner anymore."
The Divine Transformation cultivator said this sourly, but did not embarrass Meng Wan. He snorted and walked out of the performance ground with a sour look on his face.
After the Divine Transformation cultivator left, Meng Wan asked with some anticipation, "Grandmother, is it time for you to teach me the second form of the Blood Devouring Demon Body?"
Just by learning the first move, you can be invincible in the battle against the Divine Transformation cultivators. If you learn the next three moves, won’t you be able to defeat the Divine Transformation cultivators?
"It's a nice thought to think of beating a Divine Transformation cultivator."
Grandmother Ancestor snorted coldly, "With your current level of cultivation, it's already a stretch to be able to learn the first move. If you want to learn the following moves, you'd better focus on improving your cultivation first."
Meng Wan was a little disappointed, but what the Grandmother said made sense. After all, the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage was too low.
"Okay, then I'll go get a first-class training room and go into seclusion for a year or so."
"Why bother with so much trouble? I'll give you a ceremony and directly initiate you."
Meng Wan's eyebrows jumped suddenly. "What kind of ritual is this? Grandmother, please don't trick me. There won't be any sequelae, right?"
Grandmother Chuckled, "What kind of sequelae could there be? You're a demon cultivator, don't tell me you're scared."
"Afraid? When have I, Meng Wan, ever been afraid?"
Meng Wan straightened her back and spoke in a firm tone.
Isn't it just a ceremony?
Could it possibly take her life?
Besides, the Grandmaster's milk resides in her body, so it won't harm her, right?
"Okay, you're brave! Then sit cross-legged and calm your mind."
There was a hint of barely perceptible excitement in Grandma Zu's voice.
Meng Wan did as she was told, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, slowly closing her eyes, trying to empty her mind and sink all her attention into her dantian.
As the grandmother muttered something, Meng Wan felt a strange energy slowly flowing into her body.
At first, this energy is as gentle as water, flowing through the meridians and bringing waves of warmth.
But gradually, this energy became violent, like a rushing river, rushing through the body.
Intense pain instantly spread throughout the body, as if every inch of the meridians were torn apart.
Meng Wan groaned, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and her face turned extremely pale.
But she gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and dared not relax at all.
She knew that this was a critical moment to improve her cultivation and she absolutely could not give up!
As time went on, the violent energy grew stronger and stronger.
Meng Wan felt like her body was about to burst, and her internal organs felt like they were being burned by fire, causing her unbearable pain.
Her consciousness began to blur, darkness appeared before her eyes, and there was a buzzing in her ears, as if she was in chaos.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Wan finally lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
Three days later, Meng Wan slowly opened her eyes and felt sore and weak all over, as if she had experienced a life-and-death battle.
She struggled to sit up, looked around, and found that she was still in the execution ground.
"Are you awake?"
Grandma's voice sounded in her mind, with a hint of smile, "How do you feel?"
Meng Wan took a deep breath, feeling the surging power in her body, a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.
She originally only had the first level of Nascent Soul cultivation, but now she has reached the ninth level!
"My...my cultivation has actually increased so much?"
"Yes, you have successfully survived the demonic energy infusion and are now a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator."
There was a hint of admiration in the Grandmother's tone. "However, the mortality rate of this demonic energy infusion is as high as 90%. You are lucky to have survived."
"Ninety percent?!"
Meng Wan was shocked, but she felt unhappy...
Sure enough, this grandmother is not a good person!
She was secretly complaining in her heart, but she didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction. Instead, she put on a flattering smile and spoke in a flattering tone.
"Grandmother, you are so powerful and have such boundless magical powers. With my limited skills, how can I withstand your torture?
The mortality rate of this initiation ceremony is so high, should we not use it next time?"
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