Chapter 1728: Blood of an Ancient Saint

"Pfft!"

"Decline your mother's ass!"

Struck down by their own weapons, many of the alien clan members were frantic, tears streaming down their faces.

We never said we'd give you these weapons; you're not 'declining,' you're forcibly taking them, alright?

A fair duel means fighting with true qi... what kind of fight is this?

Fair, my ass!

You might as well have summoned your beast pets to bite us to death, at least we wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation.

"You... you're asking for death!"

Under Zhang Xuan's control, alien clan members fell one after another. Of the thirty-plus clansmen, less than half remained. The ancient saint called Yu Laogui was utterly enraged.

Originally, the purpose of the challenge was to gain a spot to enter the Great Achievement Hall. Now that everyone was dead, what use was a spot?

Boom!

A giant palm appeared abruptly, instantly sealing the space before the Great Achievement Hall. A force that could crush eternity seemed intent on smashing Zhang Xuan into a meat patty.

"So strong!"

Zhang Xuan's true qi spun frantically as he tried to escape, but he found himself completely immobilized, unable to move.

An ancient saint, the strongest of the age—once they made a move, even the most formidable space would be destroyed. It was not something someone of his strength could contend with.

Whoosh!

Just as he could hold out no longer and was about to be crushed and explode, a sword light suddenly appeared.

As if perfectly timed and having located Yu Laogui's exact position, the sword light did not oppose the palm in the air nor relieve Zhang Xuan's pressure, but instead stabbed straight toward a point in the void.

"Puchi!"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and then blood spattered from the void.

"You..."

Yu Laogui's piercing voice sounded, and the palm print in the sky trembled before vanishing.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ripples spread through the space. Yu Laogui, hidden in the void, knew that if he stayed any longer, he might not escape. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

"Haha, exhilarating!"

The Zhang family's ancestor's hearty laughter rang out.

Once one reached the level of an ancient saint, killing them was extremely difficult. The two had fought for countless years, always evenly matched. Now, directly wounding him, though not fatal, would likely force him to recuperate for a while and prevent him from stirring up trouble.

This was all possible because his junior had thrown the opponent into disarray.

Looking toward the field, he saw that the thirty-plus alien clan members, once feared by all, now lay dead on the ground, not a single one left.

A long string of weapons had all fallen into Zhang Xuan's hands, rejoicing and vying for favor.

"Young as you are, to possess such ability and wisdom—not bad..."

With a word of praise, a force slowly gathered toward the spot where the void had been. The few drops of blood scattered on the ground were swept up, collected, and placed into a jade bottle.

"You killed so many alien clan members and gave me the chance to severely wound Yu Laogui—a great merit! As an elder, I cannot turn a blind eye... Accept these five drops of ancient saint blood!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Taking the flying jade bottle, Zhang Xuan bowed respectfully.

Though he did not know what use the ancient saint blood had, the fact that it drove so many alien clan members to risk their lives meant it was certainly invaluable.

"The ancient saint blood of the alien clan carries a fierce killing aura, of little use for your cultivation... Besides, this is merely your spoils of war, not my reward. As an elder, I cannot be too stingy! This jade bottle also contains five drops of blood—my own blood. I give it to you now. Use it well, strive to reach a higher realm soon, and lead the Zhang family further!"

Whoosh!

As his words ended, another jade bottle appeared before him. Before it even reached him, Zhang Xuan felt his blood boiling, as if about to ignite.

Although the Zhang family bloodline within him had been stripped away, the blood in the jade bottle was that of a human ancient saint, which would certainly be more useful to him than that of an alien clan ancient saint.

"Xuan'er, quickly thank the ancestor!"

Xing Jian Sheng urged excitedly via telepathy.

"Thank you, ancestor..."

Zhang Xuan bowed.

"No need for formalities! This is what you deserve!"

With that, the voice faded, and the ancient saint's aura vanished, as if it had never appeared.

Knowing that this ancestor had likely concealed himself again, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

With the Confucian Temple opening, more than one ancient saint had come. For them, there were also opportunities of their own, so the more hidden they were, the better.

Otherwise, if discovered and attacked jointly, they would die without knowing how.

"What exactly is the use of ancient saint blood?"

Full of doubt, Zhang Xuan looked at his father, Xing Jian Sheng, and transmitted his voice.

"Each drop of ancient saint blood contains immense energy and the ancient saint's understanding of cultivation. If refined, a single drop can allow one to advance rapidly, elevating one's cultivation to an astonishing level!"

Xing Jian Sheng's eyes shone as he explained.

"Refined?"

"Indeed. If an ordinary cultivator could come into contact with ancient saint blood and refine it without exploding... they could directly ascend from the martial artist realm to the Great Sage level!"

Xing Jian Sheng said.

"This..." Zhang Xuan's pupils contracted.

He had expended countless efforts, resources, and pain to advance from martial artist to Great Sage... and a single drop of blood could achieve that...

How terrifying!

Of course, he knew this was just an analogy. An ordinary person, not to mention being unable to withstand the power of ancient saint blood, would have unstable true qi and weak combat strength even if they could break through.

"However, mere power and understanding of cultivation are not enough to make countless people yearn for it... The most important thing is... this drop of blood contains the power of rebirth from a drop of blood. In the future, if you encounter danger and your soul is not instantly destroyed, a single drop can fully restore you. Even if your head is cut off, it can be reattached, preventing death..."

Xing Jian Sheng said.

"This..."

Zhang Xuan's body stiffened.

His shock was beyond words.

His current strength, though formidable, would still lead to certain death if his head were severed...

But with this blood, one drop equaled one life...

No wonder it drove countless alien clan members wild. It was not just precious—it was priceless!

"Father, Mother, I can't use all five drops. I'll give each of you one..."

After his shock, Zhang Xuan uncorked the bottle and flicked his finger.

Two drops of blood, radiating intense power, flew toward the two before him.

Five drops of blood were more than he needed. So, it was better to give them to his parents, granting them the ability to protect themselves.

The Confucian Temple held unpredictable dangers. With this, he could rest easier.

"This..."

Unexpected that their son would give away something so precious without hesitation, Xing Jian Sheng and Meng Jian Sheng exchanged glances and clenched their fists.

To have such a son, what more could one ask for?