Chapter 840 - 843: The Fuse

Master Feiying doesn’t believe that his view could be wrong. If the Art of Blood Refinement couldn’t bring greater benefits, then why would so many people work tirelessly to study it?

Wang Ergou snorted: "The Ancestor of Blood Refinement isn’t here, so you can say whatever you want."

Master Feiying believed the logic was on his side.

"Even if he were here, he would definitely agree with me."

Wang Ergou and Master Feiying immediately began to argue.

Bo Gu and Meng Tian felt incredibly troubled.

"Alright, alright, each side has its point, why not let the Ancestor speak." Bo Gu suggested.

It was then that Wang Ergou and Master Feiying stopped quarreling.

Master Feiying looked confident, waiting for the Ancestor of Blood Refinement to arrive so that Wang Ergou would lose.

Bo Gu asked Meng Tian to release the messenger pigeon. The pigeon knew the way to the Royal Palace. If there’s an emergency, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement would instruct to use the pigeon for contact.

The pigeon took flight.

Master Feiying cast a disdainful glance at Wang Ergou and said: "Peasant, once the Ancestor of Blood Refinement arrives, you’ll know what it means to lose face."

"Hmph." Wang Ergou refused to admit defeat.

Though he was a farmer and a poor man, he understood the value of integrity and steadfast ambition.

People can be poor, but they can’t lack courage.

Staying steadfast is about perseverance; you can’t just give up because the other side is more glamorous, wealthier, more famous, and think they must be right and you’re all wrong.

Soon, Wu Tian, who was playing with the little ones in the Royal Palace, thought something significant had happened. Wearing a bronze mask and a long robe, he finally arrived.

"Ancestor!" Meng Tian and Bo Gu immediately called out,

Their tone was reverent, as if the Ancestor of Blood Refinement was their deity.

"Is this the Ancestor of Blood Refinement?" Master Feiying frowned slightly. Having studied the Art of Blood Refinement all his life, he hoped to bask in the Ancestor’s glory, yearning for more from the Art of Blood Refinement.

At the same time, he realized something and looked at Wang Ergou with a sneer: "Now that the Ancestor is here, you can admit defeat and that you were wrong, saving yourself from the shame. Youth, I am your elder; I’ve eaten more..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement had already glanced at him,

Seeing someone act like an elder immediately upon arriving made the Ancestor unhappy,

His eyes seemed to look disdainfully at a buzzing fly.

"Noisy."

"Even if you’ve eaten more than he has, you have no right to speak before I do."

"You..." Master Feiying was almost furious, but quickly thought of something and immediately took a deep breath, facing Bo Gu and Meng Tian, saying: "Tell him who I am."

Imagining that knowing his identity,

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement would show some courtesy.

But Bo Gu and Meng Tian remained silent,

They felt even if the Ancestor knew, so what?

Master Feiying was a teacher to most Blood Refiners in the Three Realms, leading those into the path of Blood Refiners.

But so what?

Can it measure up to Yang Tianzi?

Can it compare to the Divine Emperor’s Law Enforcers?

"You..." Seeing Bo Gu and Meng Tian not tell the Ancestor his background, Master Feiying was enraged.

"Alright, tell me, what exactly happened here?"

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement didn’t have so much leisure time; he still needed to oversee Qin Yuhan’s practice on Illusion Technique and see if the little ones had eaten obediently.

Children not liking to eat is a common issue.

Only other matters? In Wu Tian’s eyes, they weren’t as important as his little Princess not eating.

"Ancestor, here’s what happened..." Bo Gu stepped forward to recount the events completely to the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

The Ancestor didn’t expect such a situation would arise, he chuckled,

"My Art of Blood Refinement serves all living beings."

"What?" Master Feiying was dumbfounded,

"I knew it, I knew it!" While Master Feiying’s face turned tragic, Wang Ergou was overjoyed,

"Alright, can I leave now?" Wu Tian was ready to depart,

Boring!

This matter,

In Wu Tian’s view,

Was a trivial affair,

Didn’t expect Bo Gu and Meng Tian would seek him,

Just for such a trivial matter?

"Hold on."

"How can the Art of Blood Refinement serve all living beings?"

Master Feiying seemed to be losing his mind, having been obsessed with the Art of Blood Refinement his whole life, he believed his viewpoint couldn’t be wrong,

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement opposed him,

Therefore, this Ancestor must be wrong,

"The Divine imparted the Art of Blood Refinement to you."

"Yet you haven’t made it public, and you have a wrong definition of its existence."

Master Feiying’s face turned ferocious,

Believing the Divine made an error,

How could the Divine give the inspiration and conception for creating the Art of Blood Refinement to this person,

Instead of him, Master Feiying?

Oh Divine,

You were wrong.

Thinking of this, Master Feiying looked viciously at the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, believing like most Blood Refiners, they surely didn’t possess much cultivation,

Instantly, Master Feiying rushed forward,

Attempting to hit the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

This was just a simple punch, Master Feiying hadn’t even reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, but at this moment, consumed by rage, he was driven mad,

No matter what, he just had to hit the Ancestor.

"Scatter."

Wu Tian chuckled,

And directly kicked,

With a "boom",

Immediately,

Master Feiying, like a dead dog, was kicked flying instantly.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise, he crashed to the ground, his head spinning with dizziness,

"Why?"

"Why would the Divine give the Art of Blood Refinement to you and not to me?"

His words made Wu Tian disdain,

Where’s the Divine?

The Art of Blood Refinement was created by him,

Not granted by the Divine.

An individual like Master Feiying is simply self-deceiving. Unable to match up with others, yet blames the Divine for it?

Oh, haha!

"Come, come on." Master Feiying felt nearly beaten to death, crawling out of the courtyard. At the courtyard entrance were many people, including some Blood Refiners eagerly hoping the Ancestor would teach them the Art of Blood Refinement.

Unfortunately, the Ancestor refused, saying their character wasn’t fit.

"Isn’t that the teacher?"

"Yes, why is the teacher here?"

"Master Feiying, what’s happened to you?"

"When did you come back?"

Watching Master Feiying crawl out, many Blood Refiners stepped forward at the entrance,

Other people at the entrance glanced at each other,

"Who is this man?"

"Master Feiying; I heard he’s the first one from our remote area to advocate studying the Art of Blood Refinement, originally a private school teacher."

"But why is he crawling out here beaten?"

"No idea."

The people at the entrance were curious, puzzled.

"Teacher, what’s happened to you?" The Blood Refiners asked one by one,

"It’s the Ancestor of Blood Refinement... he’s... he’s without virtue."

Master Feiying cried out.

"How could he do this?"

The Blood Refiners were already angry at the Ancestor for not teaching them despite having created the Art of Blood Refinement.

Now, with Master Feiying like a fuse, their anger was completely ignited.