Chapter 177 - 119: Commander Bai’s Secret

Chapter 177: Chapter 119: Commander Bai’s Secret

"The heart’s blood of a Martial Cultivator who has Broken Blood Barrier..."

Lu Jing’an muttered in repetition, his mind instantly flashing with the figures of the samurai from the Wolf Camp—men with fierce auras and eyes faintly glinting with blood-red light.

So that was it! The existence of the Wolf Camp wasn’t just to serve as a sharp blade to eradicate dissidents for the Bai family. They were Bai Ting’s "Blood Food" reserves to sustain his life!

"Exactly." Mr. Xu’s voice chimed in at the right moment, carrying a trace of coldness. "Those people in the Wolf Camp have attained success in Cultivation and possess vigorous vitality. They are the finest source of Blood Food. Their existence is, in itself, the ’Living Medicine’ Bai Ting prepared for himself."

Lu Jing’an abruptly composed his thoughts and looked up at Mr. Xu, his gaze suddenly as sharp as a knife. To think his fleeting train of thought had been pointed out by the other party in such a precise manner? Was it a coincidence, or...

Meeting Lu Jing’an’s suddenly guarded and cold eyes, Mr. Xu immediately waved his hands. A sincere look appeared on his face. "Don’t misunderstand, my young friend. I am just a schoolteacher who has read a few books; I don’t know any Magic like Mind Reading and Soul Capturing. It’s just that I’ve lived for many years and met many people. I just have a bit of a knack for reading body language and figuring out what people are thinking."

Lu Jing’an took a deep look at him, not entirely believing this excuse. However, his expression had returned to calm, though a bit more vigilance lay deep within his eyes. "Please continue, Mr. Xu. Tell us about the other weaknesses of a Blood Cultivator."

Mr. Xu nodded and stopped beating around the bush, speaking directly. "Second, Blood Cultivators fear Pure Yang Power, especially the midday sun. Under the scorching sun, their strength will be greatly reduced, and their bodies may even suffer burns. Although Bai Ting forcefully offsets part of this by relying on his profound foundation as a Martial Cultivator, sunlight remains one of his greatest banes. He avoids it whenever possible. That is why he lives in seclusion all year round and mostly acts at night.

"Third." Mr. Xu’s voice dropped even lower, his expression unprecedentedly serious. "This is the most fatal point, and the one Bai Ting cannot tolerate the most. The path of the Void Blood Cultivator is rumored to have inextricably linked ties with an otherworldly Evil God known as the ’Blood Ancestor’ or ’Primordial Ancestor.’ Stepping onto this path invisibly creates a connection with that Evil God. They become subject to its checks and balances, even potentially degenerating into its slave over time, unable to control their own life and death. With a ruthless and ambitious disposition like Bai Ting’s, how could he be willing to be controlled by another for his entire life? To have his life and death dictated by a mere thought from an Evil God?"

Mr. Xu looked at Lu Jing’an and enunciated every word clearly. "However, according to those Ancient Texts, the boundless innate vitality contained within the Spirit Nest can be absorbed using a Secret Skill. This process cleanses the Flesh Body and reshapes one’s foundation. It can completely eliminate the reliance on Blood Food and sever the invisible connection to that otherworldly Evil God. For Bai Ting, this is his only hope to shake off his shackles and achieve true ’freedom’ and Longevity. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave this to others. He will definitely come to claim the Spirit Nest in person. Furthermore, he will claim it as soon as possible, at any cost!"

Inside the study, one could hear a pin drop. Only Mr. Xu’s low and clear words slowly echoed in the air. They revealed the blood-curdling truth and desire behind a high-ranking border official, a powerful Warlord.

Lu Jing’an remained silent, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the rosewood armrest. Outside the window, the snow began to fall heavier, drifting down in flurries and quickly dyeing the courtyard a pure white. The fire in the charcoal basin had weakened at some point. The chill seemed to be seeping in thread by thread through the gaps in the doors and windows.

He needed time to digest this information, and to carefully connect and calculate it against the Hu family’s plans, the safety of Yin Mountain City, and the future of the Lu family. Assassinating a century-old "Blood Cultivator," a grand Warlord commanding tens of thousands of troops. Once they stepped onto this path, there would be no turning back. If they succeeded, Yin Mountain might be able to win a sliver of hope for survival. If they failed, the entire Lu family would probably...

Lu Jing’an raised his head, his gaze sweeping over his father’s solemn face, his second uncle’s thoughtful eyes, and his third uncle’s clenched fists. Finally, it met Mr. Xu’s calm yet faintly probing gaze.

"Mr. Xu," Lu Jing’an spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet study. "We can now talk in detail about Bai Ting’s specific itinerary and Guard strength on Little New Year’s Eve, as well as the Hu family’s complete plan."

Snow fell silently, covering the ancient Yin Mountain City.