Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

Wei Qinglong looked at Wei Songnian with satisfaction and said excitedly:

"Upper Master, please come inside, the ceremony is about to begin!"

He had never heard Wei Songnian mention that he had such connections! Now that the Upper Master was willing to come to Little Bamboo Mountain, the crisis of the Wei Clan was instantly resolved.

Ji An nodded slightly, patting the shoulder of the person next to him:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, let’s go together, you’re the main character today!"

Wei Songnian grinned and said:

"Fellow Daoist Ji, Third Uncle, please!"

The crowd entered in single file, and Ji An sat at the guest seat, witnessing his old friend taking over as clan leader.

Wei Songnian raised the bamboo staff made of emerald, symbolizing the power of the clan leader, and announced:

"Everyone, let the banquet begin, today we shall not leave until we’re drunk!"

The atmosphere instantly became lively, as jars of spirit wine were opened, the aroma wafting everywhere.

Ji An raised his cup to his nose and sniffed, inexplicably amused, recognizing the spirit wine was from Red Flame Peak.

Drinking his own brewed wine at a banquet thousands of miles away felt amusingly peculiar.

His fingertips touched the wine, and thin green threads emerged from their tips.

After confirming that the wine was safe, he drank it all in one go.

The feast ended with the host and guests enjoying themselves, and Wei Songnian bid farewell to wave after wave of guests.

He returned to the great hall, where only Ji An and Luo Qingshan remained.

Walking up to them, he said in a solemn voice:

"Fellow Daoists, the best guest rooms are prepared, why not stay here for the night?"

Wang Hao hurriedly waved his hand, revealing a friendly smile, his tone gentle:

"Thank you for the kind hospitality, I’m very grateful. A few days ago, there were some misunderstandings with your noble clan, and I will visit again another day.

Upper Master, Fellow Daoists, I take my leave."

He cupped his hands and then left in a hurry, with Zhang Hongjiang trotting after him.

Wei Songnian said in a low voice:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait, I’ll see them out."

He quickly walked out of the great hall, and returned shortly after, sitting beside Ji An:

"These two were originally loose cultivators, now occupying Luo Qingshan, inevitably clashing with the family.

We benefited from Fellow Daoist’s presence, and now the two have yielded; we should have peace for a few years."

Ji An squinted slightly and said calmly:

"Do not let down your guard, having such cultivators as neighbors, you must always be wary."

The conflict was only temporarily silent, but the potential threat had not disappeared.

"This matter is on my mind, as long as the Wei Clan recovers quickly, everything will be fine."

Wei Songnian changed the subject and said:

"Fellow Daoist, shall I take you on a tour of Little Bamboo Mountain?

Though this place lacks the grandeur of a sect, it has a quiet charm worth seeing."

"Just what I wanted."

Ji An and his companions left the great hall, riding the clouds to explore Little Bamboo Mountain’s scenery, returning to the mountaintop only when the sun had set.

Yinn Qiuyun approached, cupping her hands:

"Fellow Daoist, the evening banquet is ready, shall we go now?"

Ji An shook his head slightly, "Forget the evening banquet, there are still many things I haven’t done today."

He still needed to spare time at night to open up the Divine Mansion.

He took out several talismans and handed them over, saying:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, I’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning, these talismans are for you.

The golden talisman is a talisman soldier at the late-stage Foundation Establishment level, and the other four red talismans are top-grade bursting talismans."

Staying one night at Little Bamboo Mountain already showed enough respect.

The spiritual vein here was only of Tier One Top Grade, far from meeting his needs for refining spiritual energy.

Wei Songnian and his wife cupped their hands together:

"The Wei Clan will never forget Fellow Daoist’s kindness."

...

The next day at double hour.

After having breakfast in the guest room, Ji An said:

"Today as we part, I don’t know when we will meet again; take care, Fellow Daoist."

Assuming the position of clan leader would entangle him in various mundane affairs, so opportunities for meetings were bound to be scarce.

Wei Songnian said earnestly:

"Due to my limited aptitude and fate, my immortal path has reached its end.

I sincerely bless you with a flourishing immortal path, establishing sects and becoming a forefather."

"Haha, thanks for your kind words, Fellow Daoist, I’ll do my best."

Wei Songnian smiled and added:

"Next year, Bai Lin will be able to open meridians; if his aptitude is decent, I’ll send him to a sect."

Ji An nodded, "I hope to have another disciple."

He walked out of the great hall, circling in the sky before speeding toward the direction of the sect.

...

At an unnamed low mountain.

A cave entrance, only the size of a water tank, extended underground, through winding narrow passages, leading to a massive cavern.

The cave was carved with countless niches, lit by lamps made from Demon Beast oil.

Some blue, some dark green, others blood red, the lights flickered, casting layers of shadows on the rock walls, resembling a ghostly domain.

At the center of the cave stood a throne constructed from white bones, countless shadows flitting over the skeletons.

Around the throne lay numerous human corpses, their faces twisted in terror and despair, evidently having had their hearts and marrow extracted.

Sitting on the throne was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, wearing a pale blue silk skirt with a red leather pouch at her waist.

Her exquisite and dignified appearance was completely at odds with the sinister surroundings.

At her feet, under a white Pill Furnace, white flames were rising.

She was manipulating a Spell, her eyes fixed intently on the furnace.

A moment later, a sweet and cloying aroma wafted from the Pill Furnace.

A look of excitement spread across her face as she performed the Object Control Technique to remove the furnace lid, releasing the Separation Pill Technique.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the woman took out three blood-red pills from the furnace, each with two Pill Patterns.

Taking out a Mutton Fat Jade Bottle, she placed two pills inside.

Then, the woman parted her lips, crimson as blood, and took a pill into her mouth, sitting cross-legged on the throne.

A faint blood-colored mist emanated from her body, enveloping the entire throne.

An hour later, the woman slightly parted her vermilion lips, inhaling deeply, drawing all the blood mist back into her.

She let out a satisfied, alluring hum.

"Unexpectedly, the secret medicine from the Blood Demon’s remnant soul has eliminated most of the resentment from the living souls, leaving only the concentrated Blood Qi.

In this way, I won’t lose my sanity from the assault of resentment from living beings.

The Blood Demon truly lives up to his status as a giant of the Demon Dao a thousand years ago! Who would have thought I, Yun Nianrong, would gain such a legacy? How marvelous!"

With such a secret technique, practicing Demon Dao becomes less detectable by other cultivators.

Yun Nianrong recalled being hunted by the Three Sects’ Golden Core Cultivators, chased like a rat, eventually turning on and killing her Dao companion.

Finally, she managed to practice the Blood Demon Divine Fetus Rebirth Technique, leading to her current self.

Thinking of the pain, her pupils instantly transformed into a blood red.

"In a few more years, I will break through to the Blood Core Stage.

Hehe, I hope those old immortals will live to see the day I take my revenge."

She is currently only at the Blood Essence Stage, equivalent to the Chao Origin Stage of Immortal Cultivators.

Due to practicing the Blood Demon Divine Fetus Rebirth Technique, her cultivation fell to the Foundation Establishment Stage, forcing her to start over.

Perhaps because of breaking and rebuilding, she now has a deep foundation, more than twice as strong as her former self in the same realm.

Fearing discovery of her practice of Demon Dao Cultivation Techniques, she has been extremely cautious, only hunting cultivators on a small scale.

Unless she is preparing to leave and change locations, she won’t wantonly slaughter human cultivators.

Yun Nianrong muttered an incantation, causing the red leather pouch at her waist to wriggle, releasing a creature the size of a calf.

The monster appeared skinned, its entire body blood red, exposing muscles and veins.

Its eyes were vertical pupils, flickering with eerie blue light,

it opened its mouth excitedly, letting out a sound akin to a wild boar’s howl.

Then, as if struck by heat, it rapidly melted into a pool of viscous blood-like liquid.

The blood engulfed the corpses scattered beside the white bone throne, quickly dissolving them into part of the blood pool.

"Feast to your heart’s content, my little darling! This is your sumptuous banquet."

Yun Nianrong let out a wild laugh, the lights in the niches fluttering, making the cave even more eerie and terrifying.

The different colored lights reflected on her face, making her appear like an evil ghost.

This creature, capable of turning into blood, is called a Blood Beast, another acquisition from the Blood Demon’s remnant soul.

As long as there is enough flesh and blood, the Blood Beast’s growth is limitless.

The higher the quality of the flesh, the faster the Blood Beast grows after devouring.

Furthermore, the Blood Beast is not picky; whether it’s human or demon beast flesh, it serves as its growth material.

In the past, the Blood Demon had cultivated three Blood Beasts at the Nascent Soul Level, dominating the Cultivation Realm for thousands of years.

The Blood Beast quickly devoured all the corpses, its presence increasing significantly.

Yun Nianrong performed a Spell, retrieving the Blood Beast into the red pouch, and patted it contentedly:

"Little darling, we need to find a new place now."

She had been in this area for half a year and staying any longer would significantly increase the risk of exposure.

She decided to leave the Golden Spirit Sect’s territory and head to Luofeng Valley’s area of influence, then move to Yuanhe Mountain’s controlled region after a few years.

Finally, she would return to the Golden Spirit Sect or go to the Ten Thousand Mountains to hunt demon beasts and Demon Hunting Cultivators.

Once she breaks through to the Blood Core Stage, it would be time for her to launch her revenge!

She pays no mind to the Golden Core Stage human cultivators; the vast numbers of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Chao Origin Stage cultivators of the Three Sects would be her feast.

The whole Western Continent would become her hunting ground, using the cultivators of this land as her resource to break through and become a new generation Blood Demon!

Yun Nianrong stood up, lightly grasping the White Bone Throne, its flowing shadows converging into her hands.

As the last shadow entered her hands, the White Bone Throne shattered with a crash, becoming a pile of bone powder.

The blood mist enveloped her, flying toward the passage.

After she left, the lights in the niches extinguished one by one, the faint stench of corpses spreading, growing stronger.

As the blood mist was about to fly to the passage’s exit, Yun Nianrong revealed her form, stepping gracefully out of the cave.

She looked up and happened to see a fiery Auspicious Cloud flying straight from afar, and its trajectory happened to not be far from her current location.

"Hehe, planning to leave and I encounter a lamb delivered to my door. Not feasting on it would make me, a descendant of the Blood Demon, seem so incompetent!"

As a former Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivator, Yun Nianrong could tell that the newcomer was definitely not at the Golden Core Level.

Among the Chao Origin Stage cultivators, she did not consider anyone a match for her; this was the confidence the Blood Demon legacy gave her.

With this in mind, she rode the Blood Cloud into the sky, deliberately controlling it to resemble the Fire Element Cloud.

The blood flames swirled around the blood cloud, flickering like firelight.