The Martial Saint of Humanity, I Have Transformed Low-Level Martial Arts Into Immortal Martial Arts - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Blood of the Flood Dragon Snake! Brutal and Ruthless!

“I still have room to improve at the Transforming Tendon level, but the low-quality version of the Flood Dragon Snake Muscle-Nourishing Soup lacks sufficient medicinal power. Only by obtaining the blood of the Flood Dragon Snake can I concoct the ultimate Transforming Tendon Elixir and the Flood Dragon Snake Muscle-Nourishing Soup, which may allow me to reach the pinnacle of Transforming Tendon,” Su Hao pondered. Martial artists always pursue perfection and extremes, and he was no exception, especially with his potential, prompting thoughts of truly achieving the ultimate Transforming Tendon.

However, the unfortunate fact was that the Flood Dragon Snake was an exotic beast. Su Hao had previously visited the nearby Black Market quietly to spend a significant amount of money procuring its blood, but all he encountered were deceitful individuals trying to pass off inferior products, resulting in no gains.

“Let’s head back for now. I’ll make another trip to the Black Market tonight to see if I can acquire the Flood Dragon Snake’s blood.”

Su Hao gathered his thoughts, leaving the valley and returning to Evergreen City. After resting for a while upon his arrival, when night fell, he prepared to head south toward Evergreen City.

This time, Su Hao was going to the Black Market located on the Flower Boat at Clear Breeze Lake, about forty miles south of Evergreen City. Over the past six months, aside from his usual training, Su Hao had frequently ventured out every ten to fifteen days, visiting different Black Markets to acquire the blood of the exotic beast Flood Dragon Snake or information about it. Tonight, he planned to check again.

If he could find the blood of the Flood Dragon Snake, he would likely succeed in achieving the ultimate state of Transforming Tendon by concocting the highest-grade elixir!

At Clear Breeze Lake, with the bright moon high in the sky, the hazy moonlight illuminated the outline of a three-story Flower Boat. This Black Market at Clear Breeze Lake was held on this Flower Boat, occurring once a month.

“It seems quite interesting; it’s worth the three taels of silver I spent at other Black Markets just to obtain the pass,” Su Hao thought, dressed in black and wearing a black hood, as he gazed at the Flower Boat from a distance, nodding to himself, feeling that in terms of venue, this Flower Boat appeared rather upscale.

“If you don’t have a pass, you need to pay an entrance fee of one tael of silver.”

At the entrance to the Flower Boat, a knife-wielding figure in black blocked Su Hao’s way.

“One tael of silver for the entrance fee? The pass cost me three taels of silver…” Su Hao’s lips twitched slightly, realizing he had been tricked by the unscrupulous merchants.

However, Su Hao did not pause his movements; he took out the pass from his pocket. After the knife-wielding figure in black checked it, he nodded and let Su Hao through.

On the Flower Boat, free drinks were provided, and from the high deck, one could see the scenery of the lake, which somewhat justified the cost of the ticket!

The wide deck of the Flower Boat was bustling with many other guests like Su Hao, selling various items such as knives, swords, guns, medicinal herbs, and secret books, making for quite a lively atmosphere. But after just a moment of looking around, Su Hao shook his head; with his current level, most of the general items held no value for him.

He then set up a wooden sign nearby that boldly stated, “Purchasing Blood of the Exotic Beast Flood Dragon Snake, serious inquiries only.” He leisurely enjoyed the night view on the deck, letting the sea breeze wash over him, treating it as a moment of relaxation.

“Blood of an exotic beast? That can be considered a priceless treasure; anyone who has it wouldn’t easily part with it for fear of trouble.”

“This person seems confident in buying exotic beast blood; he’s probably not an ordinary figure.”

Many people stopped in front of the wooden sign Su Hao had set up, reading the information on it. Some shook their heads, doubtful that Su Hao could easily acquire such blood, while others regarded him with a mix of caution and fear, knowing that someone capable of purchasing exotic beast blood wasn’t an average person, so only a few would dare to come forward and deceive him!

However, as the moon slipped behind the clouds, Su Hao did not make any progress in his endeavor. A bit disappointed, he did not linger and left the boat.

In a wild area by the lake, Su Hao’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly turned around, saying calmly, “The person behind me might as well show themselves.”

Upon stepping off the Flower Boat, Su Hao felt someone tracking him. Although this person had impressive Lightness Art, Su Hao’s keen perception naturally did not allow the follower to remain undetected.

Before long, a slender figure in green clothing emerged from behind a large tree more than ten feet away, their face obscured by a black scarf, but his long, jet-black hair suggested he wasn’t very old.

“Do you need something?” Su Hao asked casually, not sensing any hostility from this masked figure.

The figure in green got straight to the point: “I saw you were purchasing the blood of the exotic beast Flood Dragon Snake, and I have some.”

“Hmm?” Su Hao’s heart stirred slightly. He replied, “If that’s true, you can name your price, and if it’s reasonable, I’ll offer you a satisfactory amount.”

Although the figure in green was straightforward about having the blood of the Flood Dragon Snake, Su Hao was not gullible; he maintained a calm demeanor, waiting to see the item and verify its authenticity before proceeding further.

The figure in green shook his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes. “I don’t want money. What is your strength? If you have power, then I will trade with you. Why don’t you show me your skills in a friendly spar?”

The figure wanted Su Hao to prove his strength. The blood of the Flood Dragon Snake is of no use to ordinary people; usually, only Martial Artists who have reached the Transforming Tendon level would crave it. Therefore, the figure felt that Su Hao’s quest for exotic beast blood likely indicated he was a Transforming Tendon Martial Artist, but whether his abilities were worth his attention needed to be demonstrated.

“I… should be decent enough,” Su Hao replied with interest. Since this figure in green didn’t want money but wanted him to demonstrate his strength, it seemed he might genuinely possess the blood of the Flood Dragon Snake!

“I’m fine with sparring, but first, you need to resolve your own issues first,” Su Hao said with a hint of implication.

As soon as those words left his mouth, the figure in green was startled. He seemed to sense something and shouted angrily, “Show yourselves!”

His voice echoed, startling countless birds and animals in the forest.

“You really are sharp, noticing our tracking. But opposing us means you must die!”

Before long, three figures slowly emerged from the darkness not far away. They varied in height and build, some short, some tall, some fat, and some thin.

The one who spoke was an elderly man with a slightly hunched back. His hair was grizzled, and his eyes were cold and piercing, making one feel a chill.

Su Hao had already noticed there was more than one person hidden in the dark. When the figure in green was tracking him, there was a group following the figure as well, prompting him to speak up as a warning.

“You must be Lin Que, right? We’ve been searching for you for a long time,” a stout man on the left said casually, his figure resembling a small mountain of flesh.

The figure in green’s pupils constricted slightly as he realized something. “Where is my brother?”

“Right here.”

A sinister smile crept across the stout man’s lips as he flicked his hand, sending a cloth bag flying, which landed not far in front of the figure in green. The bag was soaked in blood, with crimson liquid seeping out.

This caused the figure in green to shudder. Drawing his long sword from his waist, he slashed open the bag. Inside was the head of a young boy, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, clearly having endured inhumane torment before his death. His face was distorted with pain, his eyes hollow, and his eyeballs had been gouged out.

“Little brother!”

The figure in green let out a mournful cry, recognizing that this head belonged to his own younger brother. His adversaries had captured him, tortured him cruelly, and only through that did they learn of his whereabouts; now they had clearly come to kill him!

“Bang!”

As the figure in green cried out in agony, the severed head suddenly exploded, and from the explosion, a shower of fine silver needles shot out like rain.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

The figure in green realized the danger and reacted quickly; as he swung his sword, a wave of sword energy swept out like a waterfall, deflecting the fine silver needles, which then pinned into trees and the ground.

However, as he slightly lowered his head, he found that a silver needle had pierced into both his left shoulder and chest, their ends still trembling slightly. Normally, he would have been able to defend against such hidden weapons with his skill and reflexes, but seeing his brother’s head had left him mentally shaken, causing him to fall into their trap!