SWDnovel Chapter 27 Interesting Blood Slaves
Chapter 27 Interesting Blood Slaves
"Kill me?"
Li Tianran looked down at Zhang Xuan on the ground.
His gray robe was soaked in blood, and blood was still gushing from the wound on his left side.
A gentle breeze blew by, lifting her white hair. The dark red horns on her forehead had lost most of their black color, leaving only a solidified jade-like texture.
The curved knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, and his eyes held a fierce look.
"Get up, I'll teach you."
These words were spoken.
The entire square fell into a deathly silence.
Zhang Xuan lay on the ground, his lips trembling.
It wasn't because of the pain, it was because of the humiliation.
A blood slave, whom he had slapped in the face and called trash, pinned him to the ground.
Then stand up and say to him, "Get up, I'll teach you."
Zhao Ling couldn't help but admire Li Tianran's tall and straight back.
Her usually calm and beautiful eyes were no longer calm.
Is this something a blood slave would say?
Shen Qing stood beside the stone pillar, his fingers gripping the hem of his Taoist robe.
Li Tianran stood in front of her, just like the day Zhao Ling tried to kill her.
This is the second time.
Moreover, this time he drew his sword.
He drew his sword for her.
Looking at Li Tianran's tall and straight back, she felt a strange emotion welling up inside her.
A lowly blood slave.
His style of doing things is even more wicked than that of evil practitioners.
It was as if he were the superior, powerful figure.
This captivatingly wicked aura, this undisguised sharpness and confidence, is something none of the genius senior brothers of the Heavenly Sword Sect possess.
A very pure feeling, both wicked and arrogant.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Zhang Xuan was so angry he laughed, and he quickly got up from the ground.
The bone spur in his right shoulder was still embedded in the flesh, and he hadn't pulled it out.
At the same time, the five fingers of the left hand formed a claw, and five black bone spurs pierced out from the fingertips.
Its speed was so fast that it created afterimages.
He poured all the spiritual power of the peak sixth level of Qi Refining into it.
Bone spikes slicing through the air with a piercing shriek!
Li Tianran raised an eyebrow and immediately stepped back.
The first one grazed my neck, leaving a bloody gash.
The second stab was aimed at the wound on his left rib.
The third, fourth, and fifth needles were simultaneously thrust into the throat and heart.
Each bone spur was targeted specifically, with a deadly, merciless strike.
He snorted coldly and raised his curved sword to block.
But his spiritual power was instantly crushed.
The difference between a pseudo-fifth layer and a true sixth layer is too great.
Fighting for your life is useless.
It just so happens that it can achieve unexpected results.
It was simply because Zhang Xuan hadn't expected him to dare to make a move, let alone use such a deadly one.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have any chance at all.
Regarding the strength of both sides.
Li Tianran has a clear understanding.
A loud bang.
The scimitar slipped from his hand and embedded itself in the stone pillar, vibrating and humming.
He was thrown back by the powerful shockwave and his back slammed into a stone pillar.
He felt as if his internal organs were being violently pounded, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The wound on his left rib was also torn open, and scarlet blood flowed down the stone pillar.
"Call?"
Zhang Xuan stood in front of him, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
He spread his fingers on his left hand, aiming the bone spur at Li Tianran's face.
As he spoke, a bone spur pierced his skin.
Li Tianran tried to dodge, but he was too fast and couldn't dodge at all.
But his gaze remained calm as he stared intently at Zhang Xuan's face.
"Still pretending?!"
"die!"
Zhang Xuan was provoked by his calm gaze and unleashed his full power.
"stop!"
It all happened so fast that Zhao Ling just had time to react.
But it was too late.
The bone spur, imbued with the spiritual power of a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, tore through the air, emitting a trembling sound, and pierced towards Li Tianran's head.
This is a situation where certain death is inevitable.
Just as the bone spur was about to pierce Li Tianran's head...
Suddenly, a cloud of black mist surged up in front of him.
In the fog.
A hand reached out and gently grasped it.
The violent bone spikes suddenly stopped, their power dissipating instantly.
The bone spur stopped in front of Li Tianran, less than an inch away.
Li Tianran breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the hand.
His fingers were clearly defined, and a string of dominoes hung on his wrist, their color so old it looked like they'd been dug out of the ground.
It's Old Devil Han!
She had somehow found herself standing beside Zhang Xuan, but her gaze was fixed on Li Tianran.
"Who?"
Zhang Xuan froze, then turned his head.
"Master?"
His voice changed from anger to panic: "Master, you've come at just the right time."
This lowly slave concealed his cultivation level.
It's not pseudo-refining level two at all, it's level five.
He also secretly learned the Blood Puppet Technique and committed insubordination.
Upon hearing this, Master Han's already bald eyebrows furrowed.
"Shut up."
Zhang Xuan was dumbfounded.
Immediately, his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he dared not utter a sound.
Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment.
Because she had never seen her master scold Zhang Xuan; she had always treated Zhang Xuan like a son.
It's extremely rare.
Zhang Xuan noticed Master Han's attitude.
He lowered his head unwillingly, and the bone spur retracted into his fingertip.
But his gaze fixed on Li Tianran remained unchanged, his killing intent undisguised.
Li Tianran showed no expression, but still stood up respectfully.
He bowed his head and said, "Disciple greets Master."
Master Han didn't speak, but just the fact that he was there made everyone present feel breathless.
After a long while.
"Blood Puppet Technique? Pseudo-Qi Refinement Level 5?"
Master Han spoke, his voice flat: "Who taught you?"
But at this moment.
Li Tianran had already sensed her hidden murderous intent.
If the answer doesn't satisfy her, or if she's in a bad mood, she can easily dismiss him.
"Reporting to Master, it was Senior Sister Su who taught me."
Upon hearing this...
Zhang Xuan suddenly looked up, staring at Li Tianran in disbelief.
Zhao Ling and Zhao Ling's hearts were in their throats.
Master Han: "Why did she teach you?"
Li Tianran said frankly, "Senior Sister Su said that my cultivation level is too low and I can't help."
She gave her disciple the Blood Puppet Technique, intending to improve her cultivation while simultaneously causing her own consciousness to dissipate, turning her into a stronger and more obedient tool.
"Then why haven't you disappeared yet?"
"This disciple harbored evil intentions."
Master Han looked at him, his tone tinged with surprise.
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"This disciple has stolen one level-two Blood Spirit Grass and three level-one Blood Spirit Grasses while guarding the place."
After I ate it, I accidentally broke through to the fifth level of pseudo-Qi cultivation, and my consciousness did not dissipate.
Li Tianran gave such a genuine answer.
In a short time.
This caused Master Han to fall silent as well.
It wasn't just her.
Zhao Ling and Shen Qing were both dumbfounded.
Is Li Tianran courting death?!
Zhang Xuan reacted the most strongly.
He suddenly raised his head, both shocked and furious: "Master! You heard me!"
This lowly servant stole from his post and secretly learned the martial arts techniques.
He committed insubordination, a capital offense, and he confessed to all three. He should be executed on the spot and buried in a cemetery as fertilizer.
Master Han did not look at him.
Her gray-white eyes remained fixed on Li Tianran, creating a terrifying scene and adding another layer of oppressive power.
Li Tianran could clearly sense it.
The blood in my body was throbbing in the gaps between my bones, and the blood in the wound was gushing out even faster.
This is the blood essence that Old Demon Han planted in his body?
A strange feeling of discomfort swept over my entire body.
A trickle of fresh blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away.
Master Han smiled.
The wrinkles were gathered together, and a glimmer of light appeared in the grayish-white pupils.
She said, "You're really bold, and quite honest too."
Upon hearing this...
Zhang Xuan's expression froze.
Because he could sense a hint of appreciation from his master for this lowly slave.
"You dared to steal spirit herbs. You dared to steal martial arts techniques. You dared to draw your sword against Zhang Xuan. You even dared to confess your crimes."
Han Laomo took a step forward and quietly looked at Li Tianran.
"I have taken in tens of thousands of blood slaves."
Some stole things, while others secretly learned martial arts techniques.
But you're the first person to dare draw a sword against a cultivator, and the first to admit to stealing something. You've got guts.
Old Demon Han reached out, pinched Li Tianran's chin, and lifted his face.
The grayish-white eyes scrutinized Li Tianran as if he were looking at an object.
"But how did Su Yingxue's knife end up with you?"
The smile on her face vanished, and her tone turned dangerous.
Where is she?
Zhao Ling's back tensed up.
Shen Qing's Taoist robe was soaked with cold sweat.
Zhang Xuan stared at Li Tianran, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Li Tianran raised his head and met Han Shizun's gaze.
"When Senior Sister Su gave the knife to her disciple, she said she no longer needed it."
Master Han's finger paused on his chin for a moment.
What does "not needed" mean?
"This disciple does not know."
His grayish-white eyes stared at him.
Two stagnant pools, their bottoms unseen. The blood, trapped between the bones, tightened once more.
Beads of sweat trickled down Li Tianran's forehead, but he didn't lower his head.
Master Han frowned.
"you do not know?"
Her tone was flat, making it impossible to tell whether she believed it or not.
Zhang Xuan opened his mouth, about to say something.
When Master Han's gaze swept over, he immediately shut his mouth.
The gray fog billowed.
The blood-red patterns on the square slowly faded.
Master Han chuckled inexplicably.
"Interesting blood slaves."
"Come to my cave alone later."
She didn't mention Su Yingxue again.
The gray robe trailed on the ground, slowly disappearing into the gray mist.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan's expression turned extremely ugly.