A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 72

“Ke ke ke, how interesting. Are you saying you encountered an Ancient Sacred Body and a Mysterious Yin Holy Body out there?”

Meanwhile, within the Blood Soul Sect, the messenger who had escaped from the chase by Lin Shuirou and others had returned to the Blood Soul Sect and knelt on the ground, looking up with extreme reverence at a young man draped in a red cloak.

The young man’s face was ghostly pale, his lips blood-red, and his hair was a strikingly flamboyant red, giving him a fantastical appearance.

“Yes, Holy Son.”

“How interesting indeed! You, at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor level, managed to allow two Supremes to escape and then returned to the Blood Soul Sect like a defeated dog. Should I call you useless, or should I say you’re useless?”

The young man was none other than Xue Yuan, the Holy Son of the Blood Soul Sect, the very one among the three Blood Soul Sect messengers whom Wu Yifan had previously killed.

Hearing Xue Yuan’s words, the Blood Soul Sect messenger trembled and almost begged for mercy as he spoke.

“Holy Son, it’s not that the Mysterious Yin Holy Body was much of a threat, but the Ancient Sacred Body was extremely strange. Although he momentarily broke through to the Supreme level using forbidden techniques, his foundation is remarkably solid. If given more time, I could definitely take him down. However, when the Holy Lords of Roushui Holy Land and Thunderclap Holy Land arrived, I worried it would interfere with your great plans, and that’s why I chose to retreat. I hope Holy Son can forgive my mistake!”

Upon saying this, the Blood Soul Sect messenger lowered his head, appearing very fearful, even slightly trembling.

After quite some time without a response from Xue Yuan, the messenger began to grow curious, but in the next moment, Xue Yuan finally took action.

“I had such high hopes for you, but you have disappointed me. You’ve put me in a difficult position. After all, our Blood Soul Sect does not keep useless people, so you may as well die!”

As Xue Yuan spoke, a terrifying sucking power erupted from his body.

The messenger’s face filled with terror as he turned to flee, but how could the Holy Son of the Blood Soul Sect be so easily dealt with?

In just a few breaths, the messenger’s blood energy was completely devoured by Xue Yuan, leading to his death, erasing his existence.

Xue Yuan’s face then showed a trace of disdain.

“Uselessness is just that—useless.”

“The blood energy is somewhat tainted.”

“Holy Son seems to be angry again. Who has provoked you?”

At that moment, a figure in a red dress floated in from outside, and upon seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but jest.

Although Xue Yuan was somewhat angry at the red-clothed woman’s reaction, he said nothing, for she was an Elder of the Blood Soul Sect, more specifically, his protector.

“Elder Hua, you’re joking again. Never mind, let’s put that aside for now. How is the preparation for the Blood God Sacred Origin going? I don’t want to be stuck in the lower realm for my entire life.”

Xue Yuan took a deep breath and inquired.

Upon mentioning serious matters, Elder Hua also became serious, her expression turning grave as she said,

“The Blood God Sacred Origin is nearly ready. We just need five more special bloodlines to complete it, and then we can break free from the restrictions of the Xuantian Realm and leave this place.”

Hearing this, Xue Yuan nodded, then seemed to recall something and spoke up.

“I remember that the Four Saints Competition will be held ten years from now, right? At that time, all the geniuses from the Xuantian Realm will gather, and perhaps we can find five with special physiques among them.”

“I understand, but right now, we don’t have enough people. There are too few beings in the Xuantian Realm who can endure our Blood Clan’s power and break through to the Quasi-Emperor level. Even now, we only have five individuals at the Quasi-Emperor Peak who can go out.”

Elder Hua paused for a moment, then spoke somewhat hesitantly.

Yet, Xue Yuan waved his hand dismissively.

“It doesn’t matter. If we can succeed, then we can leave this cursed place.”

“I understand.”

Elder Hua nodded in agreement and then went off to make preparations.

After Elder Hua departed, Xue Yuan squinted his eyes, gazing up at the blood-red sky of God Burial Valley, murmuring to himself,

“Father, I don’t know what happened on your end, but I suppose those four guys won’t be able to do anything to you, right? Just wait, I will return to exact my revenge.”

Time quietly passed during his cultivation, and in that period, Wu Hao’s cultivation advanced to the peak of the Golden Immortal level, drawing even closer to becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Su Qiaoran also successfully progressed to the Intermediate Stage of the Saint King level, thanks to Wu Hao giving her extra guidance; how could her breakthrough not be swift?

As for the other two, Wu Rulong had also made his choices, selecting Wu Qiankun and Wu Qitian. Both were currently at the Saint level, making them perfectly eligible to participate in the Four Saints Competition to gain some battle experience, which would ultimately benefit their future cultivation.

Wu Qiankun and Wu Qitian both agreed, and then they discussed meeting at the Myriad Flower Holy Land.

After all, Wu Qiankun was with the Wu Commerce Association in the Northern Region, so it made more sense to gather at the Myriad Flower Holy Land rather than going together.

“The Wu Family is still lacking too many things, such as a clan monument.”

Wu Hao sat atop the back mountain of the Wu Family, beside him lay a lazy little fox—this was Wu Hu.

After returning to the Wu Family, Wu Hao had left Wu Hu there to cultivate, and under Wu Hao’s intense nurturing, Wu Hu had unlocked its seven-tailed form, reaching the peak of the Saint King level.

Once Wu Hu attained the nine-tailed state, it would be able to rival the Great Emperor level, although there was uncertainty about whether there were forms beyond the nine-tailed fox.

“Master, do you plan to create a clan monument?” Wu Hu asked curiously. Wu Hao nodded and shared his thoughts.

“The Wu Family has grown stronger, and it’s time to establish clear order for many things. Many of the fourth generation descendants are still unmarried and without children, while the sixth and seventh generations have already emerged. So, I decided to create a clan monument to stabilize the fortunes of the Wu Family.”

Wu Hao said slowly, also recalling what Wu Yifan had previously mentioned about wanting a Ding. This was just the opportunity to fulfill the clan monument’s establishment.

After all, the Ding and the monument had similar effects, and the Ding could also stabilize fortunes, in addition to being used for sacrifices during holidays.

Furthermore, he certainly would not remain in the Xuantian Realm in the future; his potential was too high, while the limit of the Xuantian Realm was only at the Great Emperor level. He would definitely leave the Xuantian Realm one day.

Hearing this, Wu Hu nodded in agreement.

However, since Wu Rulong was currently in seclusion, striving to reach the Intermediate Stage of the Great Saint level, they would discuss it a bit later.