My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

222 A Slaughter!

Late at night, September Hook.

From afar, one could see a strange mountain peak that was curved like a scorpion’s tail under the sky. As such, September Hook was also known as Scorpion Tail Mountain.

Qin Huai carried Silver Fox, who was wrapped in a black cloth, on his back. He activated his breath control technique and silently passed through the dense forest.

The four-directional tiger-wolf technique’s wolf walk technique made his footsteps light and fast. With the help of the breath control skill, he looked like a ghost.

The first time he entered September Hook, he was surrounded and killed by a group of Sacred Heart sect disciples because he was carrying a ‘bait’ mission. Then, the second time was to kill Zhang Dagen, but he only walked along the edge of September Hook.

This time…

It was Qin Huai’s first time exploring September Hook.

Speaking of which, he had a deep relationship with the Sacred Heart sect. Ever since the first time he went up the mountain to slaughter a gang in Pingnan City, the Sacred Heart sect had always been closely related to him.

He recalled the fight in the mine, proving his innocence, and saving the dojo from the same sect killing each other. Throughout his journey, he had been safe and sound.

He had his own tireless efforts in cultivation, but he also had the full support of the Sacred Heart sect. If they hadn’t helped him cultivate the breath control technique, the spirit eye technique, and the most important blood heart technique, he would not have been able to master them.

Qin Huai was afraid that he would have died on the way to escape. Therefore, his feelings towards the Sacred Heart sect… It was exceptionally cordial.

Suddenly, Qin Huai stopped in his tracks. He then quickly climbed up the tree and stood still.

In front of him, two young men in coarse clothes were holding torches and chewing something in their hands.

A green light flashed in Qin Huai’s eyes, and he immediately saw the items in their grasp. It was a pair of left and right hands.

They’re Sacred Heart disciples, talking and laughing as if they were eating chicken feet in their hands.

Qin Huai glanced in the direction the two of them had come from. He could vaguely make out a large courtyard in front of them.

‘They’re on patrol?’ He retracted his gaze and looked at the two people walking over.

Their feet were light, and their faces were pale, but their chests were very strong. Even the Sacred Heart supreme technique cultivated by evil cultivation techniques like theirs had this problem. Their bodies would be a little stronger than ordinary people’s.

In fact, the bodies of those with higher cultivation levels would even mutate. For example, hunchbacks and six fingers were the most common changes, and they would appear after about four refinements.

One of the two people in front of him had a little bulge at the end of his palm.

‘A third refinement martial artist patrolling?’

It seemed that this village was not simple. There would definitely be martial artists who refined their blood.

If Qin Huai wanted to gather information, he naturally had to find someone qualified. Martial artists at the great blood refinement realm were elites no matter where they were, so they would know a lot.

Qin Huai didn’t kill the two patrolling guards because he would alert the enemy. Instead, he waited for the two of them to pass by before quietly making his way toward the village.

The village was not big. Qin Huai stood on the tree and could see everything at a glance.

The two acres of land was surrounded by a short wooden fence. There were four small courtyards in the middle of the fence, which were not as big as the courtyards in the slums. At most, there were twenty people living in a small courtyard.

Most of the places were empty, and weeds were growing everywhere, but no one was clearing them.

Qin Huai reached out. He checked the direction of the wind, and it was still the same.

His path had always been like this. He had never forgotten his master’s teachings, which had been deeply engraved into his bones. For this reason, he had read many books on astronomical phenomena and discussed it with his master.

However, he would still reach out to test it every time, just in case.

After a while, Qin Huai moved another dozen meters closer and was almost in front of the village. Then, he slowly extended his sleeves.

As Qin Huai gently shook them rhythmically, fine powder fluttered in the wind.

His robe had been modified, and there was a universe inside. From the outside, it looked no different from the green and white robes of ordinary disciples, but there were more than twenty layers of different depths inside with, of course, more than twenty types of poison inside.

Different methods allowed Qin Huai to release different types of poison to deal with different situations. The first type was a lethal poison that could kill anyone under the great blood refinement, and the other was a knockout powder that could make a great blood refinement martial artist fall asleep.

Qin Huai counted the time in his heart. When the time was up, he quietly walked toward the village. The two guards at the gate had already black blood seeping out of their eyes.

He walked straight in. The crackling flames were roasting a corpse on the fire, and one of the parts had already fallen to the ground.

Qin Huai walked to the small courtyard and looked inside through the window. Black blood had already filled the bedding. They couldn’t be any more dead.

The infiltration was successful.

Qin Huai heaved a sigh of relief. He pushed the door open and walked in. He saw a row of corpses lying neatly on the bed.

Although this small courtyard wasn’t big, there were quite a number of people crammed in. The room, which could fit twenty people at most, was now divided into forty seats, and their names were engraved on the headboard.

However, there were not that many people in the room. There were less than half of them, and more than a dozen people were lying in their seats. The rest probably went out.

Qin Huai gave each of them a fair slap on the head, easily denting their heads like a watermelon. Then, Qin Huai put away the row of experience balls neatly arranged on the bed.

“Ding! You have collected a [Blood Heart Technique Essence (White)], [Blood Heart Technique] Experience +62!”

“Ding! You have collected a [Blood Heart Technique Essence (Green)], [Blood Heart Technique] Experience +144!”

“Ding! You have collected a [Blood Heart Technique Essence (Green)], [Blood Heart Technique] Experience +121!”

“Ding! You have collected a [Blood Heart Technique Essence (White)], [Blood Heart Technique] Experience +21!”

The conditions for the experience balls to appear were also quite simple, which were from death or fighting within a certain range.