Chapter 839 - 842: People of Grades 3, 6, and 9

Master Feiying dared to come to the Blood Refiners Guild because he felt he had connections here,

most of the Blood Refiners in these Three Realms were his disciples.

He was also confident. Having studied the Art of Blood Refinement for many years, even though he had not succeeded, he still had some experience and insights.

He thought that he was quite talented,

perhaps, after watching Bogu and Meng Tian refine blood once,

he would be able to grasp it?

"What? Can’t I even take a look?"

"You can." Bogu and Meng Tian had no choice but to agree,

Array Masters can be observed when they inscribe Formation Patterns,

Alchemists can be observed when they practice Alchemy.

Similarly, the process of Blood Refinement can naturally be watched,

thus, Bogu selected someone from the people standing outside and led him into the Zhuangzi.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Wang... Wang Ergou."

"You want to refine blood, right?" Bogu asked seriously.

"Yes." Wang Ergou, looking quite foolish, still clenched his fist and said, "I... I want to become smarter, so I want to refine blood."

"Okay." Bogu nodded,

Meng Tian brought over a wooden bed and asked Wang Ergou to lie down,

Wang Ergou was very cautious, but he still complied and lay down gently,

Bogu prepared to help Wang Ergou refine blood.

"This kid, he looks like he’s wearing just rough cloth and doesn’t seem refined at all. He seems to be just a farmer! Bogu, Meng Tian, it seems you don’t know how to manage well." Master Feiying observed Bogu’s actions carefully,

unable to help but sigh, "What benefit can you get from refining blood for such a person? You know, as Blood Refiners, you should refine blood for affluent families. That way, the benefits are great. This is the first lesson I’ll teach you when I return, so remember it."

Bogu and Meng Tian furrowed their brows slightly, disagreeing with Master Feiying’s words,

why did they become Blood Refiners?

Because they were from the lower class themselves,

they were looked down upon and bullied. They learned the Art of Blood Refinement to benefit the common people.

Not like Master Feiying, who forgot his roots, forgetting that he was once no affluent person either.

Seeing that Bogu and Meng Tian didn’t thank him for his guidance,

Master Feiying sneered inwardly, "Stupid, either they’ve become stupid, or they were always this stupid. Teaching them the Art of Blood Refinement is a waste; only if I learn it can it create immense value."

Soon, Bogu was practicing the Blood Refining Technique,

then pointed a finger at Wang Ergou’s forehead.

"What? This method of blood refinement isn’t an external surgical procedure but a heart method transformation?"

Seeing this, Master Feiying hesitated. If that’s the case, how could he possibly learn it?

"No, I must learn it. Meng Tian, yes, Meng Tian has a daughter. If I kidnapped his daughter..."

Originally, Master Feiying disdained to do such things, but thinking of the immense value he could create after learning the Blood Refining Technique,

what conscience?

Devoured by greed.

Coming back to his senses, he continued watching,

"Is it just using the Blood Refining Technique? There must be other steps. I must remember each one."

Master Feiying concentrated with full attention,

watching every step that Bogu took meticulously,

knowing that in the Art of Blood Refinement, every step, even the slightest detail, couldn’t be overlooked. A small deviation might lead to failure.

This was something Master Feiying knew well, having studied the Art of Blood Refinement for many years.

Thus, he watched very seriously, as he had never been so serious in his life.

"Right, the first step is to make the person lose their original blood."

"The second step requires using medicines, the needed medicines..."

"The third step..."

"The fourth step..."

"Right, right, and constantly remind the person to persist in the process, so that’s how it is."

Master Feiying was confident that he had remembered every step. The next thing he needed was the Blood Refining Technique, and then he would be done.

He could then leave this little place.

Now, Wang Ergou was unconscious, and no one knew what he would be like when he woke up.

Master Feiying looked at the exhausted Bogu and said, "Unexpectedly, helping someone refine their blood, the Blood Refiner himself is also so tired. It’s not worth it, truly not worth it."

Bogu felt weary, his eyelids heavy, but he still insisted, "It’s worth it, I think it’s worth it."

"Worth it?" Hearing Bogu’s words, Master Feiying almost laughed, "Worth what? Look at his clothes clearly. He’s just a poor man. He can’t give you golden mountains or silver mines, nor can he offer you fame, status, or supreme achievements."

His voice was full of mockery. He thought Bogu was just foolish,

so old, how could he still be so foolish?

"The Art of Blood Refinement should be exchanged for greater value, for example, in the continent, among the Phoenix families, no one has awakened the ancestral Phoenix bloodline. If we help them, what would we gain?"

"That is the true significance of the Art of Blood Refinement’s existence in the world."

"No!" Bogu got angry, and his voice became loud, like a bell, "We are all humans. Why must there be different classes?"

"Humans inherently belong to different classes." Seeing Bogu talking to him so loudly, Master Feiying was even angrier. His voice also grew louder: "Lower class people are lower class people; the Art of Blood Refinement exists for the superiors."

Bogu and Meng Tian wanted to refute, saying the Art of Blood Refinement wasn’t created by you. What qualifies you to say it exists just for the superiors?

"Are you saying I’m a lower class person?" Wang Ergou, who was previously unconscious due to excessive blood loss, was awakened by the argument. He only felt his body suddenly full of strength and immediately stood up,

his fists clenched,

and suddenly, his two arms were as strong and robust as a gorilla’s. Wang Ergou tried throwing a punch, and the air, the wind, seemed to be blown away, rustling as it went.

"This... this is impossible."

Master Feiying stiffened all over, and his fists involuntarily unclenched in fear.

If Wang Ergou’s punch landed on him, Master Feiying knew he wouldn’t survive.

His heart was filled with shock.

This Wang Ergou couldn’t possibly have any formidable ancestors, so how could he have suddenly gained Innate Divine Strength after refining blood?

"Now tell me, was the Art of Blood Refinement created only for the superiors?"

Wang Ergou walked towards Master Feiying,

each step he took on the ground,

caused an immediate,

"creak"

the ground loosened, the floorboards cracked.

"I..."

Master Feiying didn’t feel like speaking, but he didn’t dare to say what was on his mind, fearing Wang Ergou would kill him.

He still had a bright future ahead, and as long as he kidnapped Meng Xue and threatened Meng Tian,

he, Master Feiying, would learn the Art of Blood Refinement,

return to the continent, and become a superior among people, a sought-after guest among many forces.

How could he die here?

Thinking of this, he said, "Ask the Ancestor of Blood Refinement about this issue. See if he agrees with my point of view or yours."