Prime Originator

Great Blood Transference Technique. That is the name of the grand technique, the trump card of the Bloodfiend Sect. 

As previously explained and as the name suggests, it was a special technique capable of transferring one's cultivation to another and grant them a temporary boost in their own cultivation.

The Great Blood Transference Technique had no limits to the number of participants. As long as the blood cultivator had practiced the grand technique to the small success stage, they can join the group and transfer their cultivation to one person. 

If it were only that simple, Leon would not find it troublesome to deal with these so-called 'small fries' labeled by Don.

He just had to kill all the weaker disciples first before focusing on the Transcendent-level disciple, but that was where the problem lay. There were no weak disciples.

Under the Great Blood Transference Technique, the accumulated Transcendent power could be freely passed between the disciples. 

This means that any one of the disciples could suddenly gain the power of Transcendents at any given point, making them hard to kill like cockroaches.

The roughly 30 core disciples stood not too far from each other, but not too close either. The distance between them was just sufficient, not to impede the mobility of each other.

At the center of the group was a giant blob of dark blood with number tentacle-like blood threads attached to each core disciple and linked them together like nerves.

It was apparent to Leon that the giant blob of dark blood was the disciples' accumulated power. He had tried to destroy it, but it was not easy. The giant blob of dark blood could freely attack and defend under the will of the selected disciple. 

Sometimes it would transform into a hardened large shield. At other times, it would attack Leon with a barrage of hardened blood arrows. 

These hardened blood arrows were tougher than steel and shot incredibly fast, not at all inferior to any casual attacks from a Transcendent. Despite that, none of the attacks had successfully landed its intended target, Leon. 

After these blood arrows miss, they would revert to liquid form and rejoin the giant blob of dark blood. As such, the core disciples can maintain the same attack level and not lose any power.

Leon had tried to attack from different angles and also attempted targeting multiple disciples simultaneously with silver needles. Still, they were all blocked effortlessly despite only one person being in control of the Transcendental power at any given time. 

After testing a few more variations of attacks, he confirmed that the core disciples could not only share their power but also shared their senses to cover their weakness, possibly through the blood link. 

"It's useless. You won't be able to break our defense." Zagan said smugly with a warped expression.

After getting his heart destroyed by Leon, Zagan returned to the sect with great difficulties. After that, he got a transplant and relied on his status to consume sect resources to swiftly advance his cultivation to the 8-star Ranked Awakener realm. 

The Blood Refining Art was a cultivation technique that granted quick advancement in cultivation, but it was equally punishing when cultivation is rushed. As a result, Zagan's mind was corroded by the negative energy residues hidden in his halfheartedly refined blood.

Leon paid no mind to Zagan's smugness. 

A few months back, Zagan was a strong opponent capable of pushing Leon to his limits, but he was no longer fit to be Leon's opponent a few months later. 

If there was no grand technique supporting him, killing Zagan would be as easy as lifting a hand if they fought again.

Leon retreated and evaded another flurry of blood arrows with a sharp look as he brainstormed for solutions to break the status quo. 

The grand technique of the Bloodfiend Sect was impressive to make up the quality difference in cultivation with quantity. Still, it is also because of this remarkable feat that there should be existing limitations. 

Practitioners can be invincible but not techniques. No matter how good a technique is, it still depends on who uses it to show its true worth.

If Leon wanted to break the Great Blood Transference Technique, he had to cut their link and disrupt their excellent coordination.

However, it is easier said than done. With so many pairs of eyes covering their blind spots, their defense was almost impregnable.

There was no difference between trying to cut their link and trying to destroy the giant blob of dark blood. It was all the same, exhausting with a low chance of success.

Did he have to waste so much effort and time to deal with these 'small flies' just because they have an impressive technique? There had to be a more efficient method in dealing with these people.

Leon frowned in thought.

Watching the giant blob of dark blood recovering its droplets of blood arrows for the Nth time, Leon was struck with a sudden spark of inspiration.

Trying to break the enemy's technique from the outside was exhausting, but what about from the inside? It would be remarkably easy. 

Naturally he, himself would not be able to slip past their defenses, but other things can. There was nothing more lethal to blood than poison. 

Leon's eyes glowed with a nefarious light. He had just the right type of poison in mind for the job.

However, to destroy the core disciples and their technique thoroughly, he had to make some preparations. 

Leon distanced himself further from the core disciples and made a mental list of herbs needed for his plan. The list consists of supplementary herbs, while the poison was the main ingredient. 

In normal circumstances, Leon would use a pill cauldron to refine his pills, but since he was in the middle of battle, he conjured his flames and extracted the essence from the supplementary herbs directly.

Under Divine Will, the herbal essence was protected being burnt in the fire. 

Leon took out the main ingredient, the pill bottle of yin poison with a trace of demonic energy, and emptied the pill bottle's content into the fire to merge with the herbal essences.

Spirit herbs produce miraculous effects when they are fused together. Not only can they become divine medicine, but they can also become dreadful poison. It all depends on the intention of the alchemist.

In Leon's case, he used the herbal essence to fuse with the yin poison and transformed its bone-eroding properties to blood-eroding properties. 

Under the usage of Tier 2 to Tier 3 supplementary herbs, the effects of the blood-eroding poison were greatly amplified. 

After completing the merging steps, Leon divided and condensed the poison essence into 18 blood-eroding poison pills before coating them in a very thin ice layer.

The pills were only half the standard pills' size, but any one of these pills could kill a person ten times over. It was dreadful beyond compare. 

Leon never thought that they would be a point in his life where he would have to resort to refining poison with his alchemy knowledge.

"I don't know what you are trying to do, but don't think for a second that I will just let you do as you please!" Zagan shouted when he saw Leon refining his poison pills.

However, the process was extraordinarily swift and finished in several breathes. This was possibly Leon's quickest record of pill refining. Poison was much easier to refine than medicine. Likewise, it was easy to poison a person but harder to cure them.

After feinting an attack and evaded the next round of blood arrows, Leon spread out his divine sense and shot out all 18 blood-eroding poison pills in different directions. As if this was not enough, Leon had further injected wood energy into the pills before threw them.

After that, he used Divine Will to guide the poison pills into the liquid-state blood arrows beneath the core disciples' notice.

The core disciples saw Leon throwing out some things, but could not guess his intention. After sensing nothing wrong, the current controller, Zagan, recalled the blood arrows to rejoin the giant blob of dark blood floating above them.

"Ha! Have you gone crazy? Where were you aiming?" Zagan mocked in a jovial manner. 

"It's too early for you to be happy." Leon said coolly. his lips soon curve up into a cold smile before he added, "In fact, it's too late for you to be happy."

"What do you mean?" 

Zagan frowned.

The cold smile filled Zagan with uneasiness, but he could not tell where the anxiety came from. 

However, it did not take long before the expression of every core disciple warped with horror.

The thin layer of ice coating melted very quickly, followed by the poison pills dissolving right after. Once that happened, the poison spread like cancerous cells, eroding the blood cells while increasing its toxic mass.

"Something's wrong!" 

A core disciple shouted after noticing something. However, even if Leon wanted to stop it at this point, it was impossible. 

Under the propagating effect of wood energy, the poison spread at an accelerated rate. Wherever the blood went, the poison would follow. 

In a short instance, the entire blob of dark blood lost all trace of its redness. It did not end there. The poison continued to travel through the blood link that connected the disciples. 

The quicker ones were able to react quickly and cut off the blood link before the poison entered their bodies, but as for the slower ones? Their bodies rapidly wilted like dying flowers, before black goo oozed out of their orifices and pores. 

The scene was especially horrifying.

Being the creator of the venomous poison, even Leon paled at the sight. 

This blood-eroding poison… wasn't this a little too effective?! It was outright fearsome!