Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 610: 570 Hemostasis with Blood II

Thousands of miles away.

United Nations · Mingwei City.

The torrential rain poured down.

On the somewhat cold Stajia Lake shore, in the clearing beside the cedar forest.

Dense as an ant colony, soldiers in white armor and white hats, wielding a blade in one hand and a shield in the other, were fiercely battling another group of masked men in dark green tight outfits.

The white-armored soldiers bore the United Nations’ official snowflake emblem.

The masked men had a snow leopard tattoo with three tails on their backs. The design was simple, outlined with a few lines, making it instantly recognizable.

At this moment, amidst the downpour, the white-armored soldiers, who should have the advantage in numbers, were being forced to retreat step by step by the fearless and fierce three-tailed leopard masked men.

Deep within the cedar forest, passing the bodies of both sides strewn about, on a clearing left by logging.

King Mu Li and a gaunt old Daoist with sparse hair stood side by side, gazing into the distance.

"It’s been so many days, and it’s not over yet?" King Mu Li looked worried, staring at the looming mysterious dark green building in the forest.

It was a cruel secret cult discovered by the United Nations a few days ago. Its name was Mosang.

The doctrine was for people to abandon their flesh and blood, dedicating themselves to the Mosang Sect deity in exchange for eternal blessings in the Mosang Divine Kingdom.

As soon as this cult was discovered, it caused a sensation throughout the United Nations.

Not because of anything else, but because beneath one of the cult’s outposts, tens of thousands of skeletons were unearthed.

King Mu Li was enraged, dispatched troops to besiege, but they suffered defeats several times with no success.

He had to turn to the Blood Immortal Dao experts for assistance.

The Blood Immortal Dao has now become a truly legitimate practice organization in the United Nations. Its founder was the Hongxian Daoist who once fled the Human Immortal Temple.

Hongxian Daoist, once decrepit and old, was transformed into a Bloodline of a generation. After nearly a hundred years of accumulation, he exploded with potential, stepping into the Grandmaster Realm in a matter of months, and then soaring to new heights. Now, having achieved the status of Dao Lord and leveraging the United Nations’ power, he vaguely showed signs of achieving the Grandmaster level.

Upon hearing the Sovereign King Mu Li inquire, his eyes also glimmered with red light, stroking his beard in contemplation.

"I’ve sent thirteen Cave Masters of the Blood Immortal Dao together, by now there should at least be some movement from within. But now...."

He looked at the towering dark green building over a hundred meters tall, faintly feeling apprehensive.

"Now, I’m afraid it might be ominous."

"Dao Lord, why don’t you and I join forces and enter together?" From the shadows nearby, a tall man clad in dark gold armor, also masked and with arms crossed, suddenly spoke.

He was the black-robed expert who once guarded King Mu Li’s departure.

He finally managed to escape after being severely injured in a fight with Cosimo of the Backward Time Society.

Upon returning to the United Nations to see his liege, he found out....

He found his liege had already changed in disposition.

Originally, King Mu Li was proud of being the child of gods and Buddha from the Great Spirit royal family, but after the defeat of the Great Spirit, he radically changed, prioritizing the suffering of the people and treating everyone as equals. He respected and sought out wise individuals, and pursued the path of Immortals.

He became increasingly indifferent to the deities and Earth Mother statues in the palace.

What surprised him even more was that the Prince had surprisingly built a grand Daoist palace named Blood Immortal Dao near the palace.

He honored an old Daoist of no more than Grandmaster Realm as a distinguished guest.

Initially, due to severe injuries, he could only send his disciples to confront him, but they all returned defeated.

At that time, he did not understand much, but later, watching the Prince practice with the Blood Immortal Dao daily, even as the years went by, his body became stronger, more energetic, more imposing, and his martial prowess and physique improved significantly.

He finally understood the true power of the Blood Immortal Dao.

Soon, as time passed, the Prince began promoting Immortal Dao practices nationwide, although there were few followers due to the requirement of consuming live animal blood, which pushed many people away.

But gradually, as years passed and the various benefits of the Blood Immortal Dao were noticed, people slowly began to accept it.

And during this time... the Mosang Sect and the Blood Immortal Dao clashed.

Following a victory, the Blood Immortal Dao discovered tens of thousands of skeletons beneath a Mosang Sect outpost, terrifying the world!

"General Feng, have you considered that although the individual strength of my thirteen Cave Masters of the Blood Immortal Dao may not be strong, only at the Three Emptiness Level, together they could bitterly defeat a Grandmaster. Yet now, all thirteen entered together, without a single sign returning. There must be something amiss!"

Hongxian Daoist frowned.

He was a Bloodline who granted blood essence to the thirteen Cave Masters, thus having a faint blood connection with them. What worried him now was when the building severed this connection the moment all the Cave Masters entered.

This is the most troublesome part.

That is to say, up till now, he does not know whether the people inside are alive or dead.

"What to do? What to do?" King Mu Li sighed several times, momentarily at a loss.

At this moment.

Boom!!

From the top of the dark green building, a colossal humanoid figure with three black tails on its back broke through the roof and leaped high into the air.

A wide spray of crushed stones scattered.

"Those who dare to invade my god, deserve a thousand deaths!! Kill!!"

The humanoid figure stood five meters tall, with three tails behind it like whips, each more than ten meters long, slicing through the air with sharp sounds.

Wherever the long tails passed, whether trees, stones, or walls, they were easily cut in half.

Seeing King Mu Li, the humanoid vaulted in mid-air, lunging this way.

"Protect the Prince!" Hongxian Daoist and General Feng shouted fiercely in unison. The two of them simultaneously leapt, confronting the enemy head-on.

Boom!

In mid-air, three figures intersected like lightning.

Hongxian Daoist quickly fell to the ground, a large hole in his chest, the flesh inside completely missing, as if forcibly excavated.

General Feng exchanged dozens of blows in quick succession mid-air but was equally unable to match the opponent and was heavily knocked to the ground.

"Damn it! It’s a Spirit General!!" Seeing General Feng also knocked down, Hongxian Daoist understood the opponent was beyond his capability.

Though General Feng’s injuries had never fully healed, it was his spirit and will that were severely wounded by a demonic blade, while his physical body’s toughness was still at the Grandmaster level. Yet he was still forcibly struck down.

"Activate the Array of Ten Thousand Blood!" Hongxian Daoist shouted loudly.

Instantly, behind him, blood-robed figures leaped into the air, a total of thirty-three people, simultaneously slitting their own wrists and spilling their blood outwards.

Immediately afterwards, on both the left and right sides, thirty-three people each, leaped up and spilled their blood together.

A total of ninety-nine streams of blood weaved into a heaven-and-earth net, completely enveloping the Mosang Spirit General in the middle.

The speed of the blood was not fast, and the Spirit General tried to dodge, but was soon charged by Hongxian Daoist, who struck with full force.

Bam!!

Hongxian was knocked backward, vomiting blood, but the Spirit General was also stopped, falling back, trapped right in the net of blood.

Sizzle!

A dense white steam began to rise from his body.

He groaned in pain, trying to resist and charge towards King Mu Li to seize the main target.

Poof!

Hongxian Daoist once again spat a large mouthful of blood at him.

The speed of his body technique, enhanced by the Bloodline, was not as fast as the Spirit General, but not too far behind either.

At this moment, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, the blood of a grandmaster bloodline, was evidently much stronger than before.

On the spot, the Mosang Spirit General groaned in pain, retreating continuously, emitting thick smoke all over his body. His face was also stained with the blood mist, unable to open his eyes.

Taking this chance, King Mu Li took out a small divine statue representing the Earth Mother’s walk. He was about to order his subordinates to worship and call on the gods.

After the descent, the human’s intelligence and emotions would be significantly weakened, so unless absolutely necessary, no one wished to call upon the gods.

But now had come the time when it had to be used.

Seemingly sensing trouble, the Mosang Spirit General snorted coldly, retreating rapidly with closed eyes. The dark green building behind him also let out a metallic ring.

The Mosang sect members withdrew urgently, retreating back towards the massive building.

Only then did King Mu Li breathe a sigh of relief, quickly stepping forward to help up General Feng.

The nearby Hongxian Daoist, also pale-faced, recovered completely and walked over.

In terms of recovery, the Bloodline was comparable to the Spirit General and far superior to General Feng, the grandmaster who worshiped the gods.

"Even the two of you aren’t a match; what should we do now?!" King Mu Li showed a worried expression. Previously, with his accumulated power, suppressing a secret sect with a Spirit General wasn’t difficult.

But now, after Cosimo’s pope had cut off the resources back then, he had lost all his foundations...

"Seek help from the Spirit Court. As it stands, if we are counterattacked by the Mosang Sect, it will be too late."

General Feng coughed a few times, then sat upright weakly. A lot of his Spiritual Line had just been consumed, and to this moment, it hadn’t recovered.

"The Spirit Court... sending communications to the Great Capital, the round trip time is just too long..." King Mu Li shook his head helplessly. "Distant water cannot quench a present fire."

"Your Highness need not worry!" Hongxian Daoist beside him coldly interjected, "As it stands, I’m afraid we can only ask for my Blood Immortal Dao’s ancestor to act!"

"Blood Immortal Ancestor??"

King Mu Li and General Feng were hearing this for the first time. Could the Blood Immortal Dao still have a deeply hidden ancestral figure??

Hongxian Daoist had never mentioned this before.

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On the summit of the vast snow-capped mountain, on a steep eighty-degree snowy slope, a speck of blood-red was swiftly climbing upward.

The entire snow slope was several hundred meters wide, and the red dot was like a red sesame seed floating in a basin of frozen snow.

Poof.

Zhang Rongfang sank one foot deep in the snow, looking up; he was almost at the summit.

He was preparing to continue, climbing to the mountain peak.

Suddenly, his body moved and stopped, standing still with his eyes closed.

Instantly, the surroundings turned dark, with red lines representing the Bloodline floating and dancing in front of him.

Among them, one red line was slowly shining with a faint white light.

He reached out and gently touched that line; immediately, a faint voice reached his ears.

"Let the Blood Immortal Ancestor know, disciple Hongxian, suffered greatly while performing justice in the United Nations to eradicate the cruel secret sect..." The voice broke off.

The five seconds were very short; speaking too slowly, a few sentences were cut off.

Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brow slightly.

He remembered Hongxian, previously among the top five when consolidating the first generation of Bloodline, one of the strongest five.

Yet now he suffered greatly? As a grandmaster, on the verge of stepping into the Grandmaster Realm, he still couldn’t handle it?

Soon, the sound of another blood echo arrived.

This time, it continued some of the previous message with additional explanations.

Then followed three continuous supplements.

Zhang Rongfang gradually understood the situation Hongxian Daoist described.

’United Nations secret sect?’ The United Nations was not far from Wushan, just a few hundred miles away. Its area was much smaller than the Great Spirit, belonging to one of the smaller nations.

Currently, King Mu Li is the sovereign.

’That’s good fortune.’ Zhang Rongfang roughly understood the situation in the United Nations. The Blood Immortal Dao developed well there, as he knew. With the current situation threatened, as long as the benefits were enough, solving it was perfectly reasonable.

Moreover, he was just looking for a suitable target to test whether killing a Residual God in the Void could truly kill them.

’Excellent. With tomorrow’s attribute points reaching a hundred, acquiring the next ability, the chances of success are even greater.’

After deciding, Zhang Rongfang dashed off, turning around, and leaping towards the bottom of the snowy mountain.

Originally, he heard there were Residual Gods’ secret sect ruins at the top of the snowy mountain, but now there’s no need to search, he had better targets to choose from.