Chapter 1729: Where Is Zhao Ya?

Knowing they couldn't refuse the filial offering, the two accepted the blood.

The seemingly small drops of blood, once in their palms, made their bodies sink heavily, nearly causing them to fall.

At the Ancient Saint level, not just blood, but even a single hair is heavier than a mountain. Had their cultivation not advanced to the peak of the Immortal Realm, they might not have been able to lift it.

"Hurry and refine it!"

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

"Mm!"

Without further ado, the two sat cross-legged, and with a thought, the blood slowly flew toward their dantian.

After an unknown amount of time, they opened their eyes.

"Success?"

Zhang Xuan asked in confusion.

"How could Ancient Saint blood be refined so quickly? We've only placed it in our dantian. This way, we can wash it daily with true qi. Over time, the true qi will also absorb its aura, greatly benefiting our cultivation!"

Xing Jian Sheng laughed.

If this level of saint blood were so easy to refine, it wouldn't be coveted by countless people.

Without years or decades of effort, it couldn't be done.

Thus, they placed the blood in their dantian, letting true qi continuously wash over it, using a gradual approach... In time, it would naturally merge with them and produce special effects.

"Mm!" Zhang Xuan suddenly understood. "Let me try too!"

With that, he sat on the ground, pointed a finger, and a drop of blood entered his body.

Whoosh!

As the blood entered his body, it merged with his in an instant, without any resistance, instead giving a feeling of joy and returning to the womb.

"This..."

Stunned, his heart shook, filled with confusion. "Is it refined already?"

Once inside, it completely fused with his blood, no longer distinguishable...

Wasn't it supposed to be difficult?

Why was it so easy?

"Refined?"

Seeing his son quickly look up after absorbing the blood, Xing Jian Sheng looked over in confusion.

"Yes!" Zhang Xuan explained what happened when the blood entered his body.

"I understand!" Xing Jian Sheng said. "Twenty years ago, the ancestor was severely injured and needed blood to extend his life. At that time, only your blood was pure enough, so... the blood flowing in his body is partly yours!"

"Mine?" Zhang Xuan's face twitched.

The ancestor had his blood flowing inside him... How strange that sounded!

"Although that blood only helped restore life, after being transformed by the ancestor's physique, it changed drastically and became extremely powerful! Now that it returns to its origin, it naturally refines more easily for you than for us..."

Xing Jian Sheng laughed.

"I see..."

Zhang Xuan nodded, no longer dwelling on it. He carefully sensed the Ancient Saint blood, which, after completely fusing with his own, gave him a feeling of vitality surging within.

It seemed that even if his arm were severed, it could grow back anew, and he no longer needed to fear injury.

However, this power was not permanent; it had a limited quantity.

Among pills, there was a Renewal Pill that could also regenerate severed limbs, but its effect and power were far inferior to this.

This could restore even a shattered body, even regenerate the head, while that could at most restore limbs; a true beheading would still result in death.

"I can give one drop to Ruoxi..."

Putting the remaining two drops into his ring, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

Such good things should not be kept to oneself.

"As for the Ancient Saint blood of the Otherworldly Tribe, I'll try it when I get the chance..."

His true qi could mimic the aura of the Otherworldly Tribe; perhaps these drops of Ancient Saint blood would also be useful. But with so many master teachers around, now was not the time to experiment. He would have to wait.

"By the way, you mentioned earlier that you had news of Zhao Ya. Where exactly is Zhao Ya?"

Standing up, he looked at his parents again.

Just now, when they were about to talk about Zhao Ya, a challenge came from below, leaving no time for details. Now that the Otherworldly Tribe members were all dealt with, it was a good time to ask.

"There are four pavilions here. We are in Spring Warmth, the Otherworldly Tribe in Summer Restlessness, Autumn Coolness is piled with a group of sacred beasts, and the last, Winter Cold, houses a group of unknown origins. Before you came, I sensed a hint of icy aura and couldn't help but glance. Your student seems to be among them!"

Meng Jian Sheng said.

She was meticulous, especially about matters concerning her son. Though the aura was faint, she caught it and it drew her attention.

"She's in... Winter Cold Pavilion?"

Standing up, Zhang Xuan walked to the window and looked out.

The four pavilions complemented each other: Spring faced Autumn, Summer faced Winter.

His position was blocked by other pavilions, so he couldn't see the specific situation inside Winter Cold Pavilion.

"I only glanced briefly; it felt somewhat similar. I'm not sure if it's really her," Meng Jian Sheng said.

"I'll go and see!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xuan snorted.

Whether Zhao Ya was captured by the Otherworldly Tribe or the Hundred Schools of Thought, since she might be in that pavilion, he had to find out.

"I'll go with you..."

Seeing him about to leave, Xing Jian Sheng said.

"I'll go alone!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head in refusal.

Although his parents were extremely powerful, since the other party had taken Zhao Ya away silently, it was unclear whether they were friend or foe. It was safer for him to go alone.

"Be careful!"

Knowing that his son's strength far surpassed his own and that he had countless tricks up his sleeve, Xing Jian Sheng could only smile wryly and caution him.

"Mm!"

Without further ado, Zhang Xuan flew straight toward Winter Cold Pavilion.

"Halt!"

Before he could approach, a faint voice sounded, followed by a dense pressure descending from the sky.

"Ancient Saint?"

His pupils contracted.

This power was the same as what he had felt before—the aura only an Ancient Saint could emit.

Although the other party would not act lightly, exerting this power was a warning... that those inside Winter Cold Pavilion were protected by a powerhouse of this level.

Indeed, if not, they would have been killed long ago; how could they occupy a pavilion unscathed?

"Senior, I have a junior who might be in this pavilion. I wish to investigate; I mean no harm!"

Zhang Xuan clasped his fists.

Although the Zhang family's Ancient Saint was surely nearby, he dared not act recklessly.

"Zhang Xuan, at twenty, you have become the clan head of three families, the master of the Saint Child Hall, and single-handedly annihilated 110,000 troops of the Otherworldly Tribe, with unparalleled merit... I know you!"

The Ancient Saint's voice continued.

"Senior flatters me!"

Not expecting this unknown Ancient Saint to know all his deeds, Zhang Xuan was stunned and bowed with clasped fists.

"Merit is merit; it cannot be obscured... At any other time, if you wished to see me, I would welcome you with open arms. But now, I cannot allow you to enter the pavilion. Please forgive me!"

The Ancient Saint's voice continued.

"Why?" Zhang Xuan frowned, then, with a thought, couldn't help asking, "Senior, are you a master teacher?"