I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

"What kind of monster is this?!"

A warrior was horrified, and an indescribable chill spread throughout his body.

His legs began to tremble involuntarily. He wanted to escape from this strange place.
But he found that even taking a step became extremely difficult, and his legs were completely out of control.

The warrior on the other side had a dry throat and swallowed hard.
There was an undisguised panic in his voice:
"Are we... going to become... food in the mouth of this demon cultivator's mouth?"

His eyes wandered around, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this despair.

Seeing this, Jiang Huai took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and shouted:
"Don't let your imagination run wild. We are here on the orders of the mountain master to enforce the law!"

Although his voice was steady, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Besides, the mountain master is such a respected person, how could he have anything to do with such a demon cultivator..."

When mentioning the devil cultivator, Jiang Huai's heart couldn't help but stir up some waves.

Could this qi and blood that has almost condensed into substance really be something that a demon cultivator can possess?
Or is it that even in martial arts, there are such evil and heterodox methods?
But even the most evil martial arts technique that Jiang Huai had ever heard of was nothing more than drinking blood and bathing in blood.

His thoughts raced through his mind.
They began to think about why the mountain master had specially sent these low-level warriors who had not yet crossed the threshold of martial arts to this place.

Every detail, every possible motive, was turned over and over in his mind.

However, the matter concerning the Buddha's son is a secret that only high-ranking officials above the level of God are qualified to know.

Jiang Huai and others, as low-level warriors, naturally knew nothing about this.

At this moment, Jiang Huai could only make the worst guess based on the limited information he had.

Perhaps they were sent here to be some kind of sacrifice, or to become blood food for some kind of existence.

The thought chilled him to the bone, but he couldn't shake the possibility.

"But why... has it to be low-level warriors like us?"

A strong feeling of unwillingness and doubt suddenly surged in Jiang Huai's heart.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he seemed to have grasped some key information.

He thought that there were many monks with extremely powerful spirits who, when their bodies were damaged,
They will choose to find a martial arts genius to possess in order to prolong their lives, and they will be able to practice martial arts at the same time after possessing the body.

Although their cultivation levels are low, it is precisely because they have not yet practiced any advanced martial arts that the plasticity of their bodies is at its strongest.

What's more, the fact that they can appear in the Samsara Paradise is itself a proof of their talent in martial arts.

These thoughts flashed through Jiang Huai's mind like lightning, and his mind suddenly became clear.
He perhaps guessed the reason why he was sent here, which made his hair stand on end instantly.

A strong sense of urgency arose spontaneously. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with determination.

He shouted to his fellow disciples around him, "Everyone, run away quickly!"

"This old monster's goal is to take over our bodies!"

Although Jiang Huai also clearly knew that in the face of the almost divine power of the high-level cultivators,

They were as small as ants, and the possibility of escape was almost zero.

But even so, he was unwilling to give up easily.

How can you know if there is really no hope if you don’t try?

And deep in his heart, he still had a faint fantasy.

Perhaps all of this was done by someone who falsely told them the mountain master's teachings and tricked them into coming here.

If this is true, then as long as they can delay for some time, they may have a chance to wait for rescue.

Fantasy is always beautiful. Jiang Huai just discovered with horror that
I couldn't even lift my legs, as if they were restrained by invisible gravity.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, even their most basic actions became extremely difficult.

Not to mention these low-level warriors who have not yet stepped into the door of martial arts, even Yangshen Zhenjun may not be able to act easily and freely when facing such an existence.

The bloody man's movements seemed slow, but in fact each step covered a very long distance.
In a flash, it stepped out of the roiling and boiling river of blood and stood on the river bank.

The blood man's body stood tall and majestic, nearly three meters tall. Compared with ordinary people, he was undoubtedly a giant.

Except for the scarlet color all over his body, the rest of the blood man is very similar to humans.
It was as if he was just wearing a robe made of blood.

Jiang Huai could even clearly see the bloody man's muscle lines throbbing and his blood-red hair gently blown by the breeze.

At this moment, Xie Que's consciousness has attached itself to this bloody man.

The moment he saw them, Xie Que had already understood Yang Zhiyuan's intention.

After all, Lord Qiusuo had brought back his blood essence, so even if these warriors were stupid,
It should also be possible to guess that the blood river that he controls, which seems to be full of evil,
In fact, it is not an evil thing, but like a cave world, it is created by practicing some kind of martial arts skills.

And looking at how powerful he is now, it is hard not to be tempted.

After all, the blood river is only external, and its core is still based on its own body, without losing the essence of martial arts.

Many cultivators do not care about the outside world. Even if their cultivation seems like magic, what does it matter?
Wouldn't it be fine as long as there were no side effects of the magic power?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, besides the fact that I need to stay in this blood river,
Apart from not being able to leave easily, there don't seem to be any other obvious side effects.

Moreover, as his cultivation becomes more advanced, he can also attach his consciousness to the blood man and let it act on his behalf.
In this way, even this only limitation is solved.

As the seven low-level warriors stared in horror, the bloody man that Xie Que transformed into slowly spoke: "

But Tianyuan Mountain called you here?"

The other six warriors seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear and fell into a dead silence.

Even his breathing became cautious, for fear of disturbing the terrifying existence in front of him.

Only Jiang Huai, despite his own inner turmoil, managed to muster up the courage.

He nodded with great difficulty and replied with a trembling voice:

"Replying to Senior, it was the Mountain Master who ordered us to come here and wait for Senior's arrival."

When he mentioned Jerry Yang's name, he secretly calculated in his mind, hoping to confirm whether this was really the mountain master's Dharma Yu.

If not for this, perhaps he could use the name of the mountain master to intimidate the monster in front of him.

Xie Que didn't care about Jiang Huai's words. His bloody figure whose facial features could not be seen clearly spoke again:
"If you are sincere, your wish will come true. Once you practice my method, you will no longer be considered a member of Tianyuan Mountain."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Jiang Huai's heart.

Modified his method? ... Jiang Huai's thoughts became confused in an instant.

Weren't they sent here to serve as food or to be possessed by others?

Could it be that they actually came here to practice some kind of Dharma?
Is it Taoism? Or martial arts?

Jiang Huai felt the extremely strong energy and blood around him, which impacted his senses like a physical entity.

He immediately had the answer in his mind. It seemed that it was some kind of martial arts. Seeing the six fellow apprentices unable to move or speak under this suffocating pressure,
Jiang Huai was extremely anxious, fearing that something unexpected might happen because of this.

He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage again, and pleaded with the bloody man:

"Senior, please hold back a little on your pressure. I'm afraid my fellow apprentices are reaching their limits."

However, Xie Que seemed not to have heard Jiang Huai's words.
He just fixed his eyes firmly on Jiang Huai, with a hint of amusement and curiosity in his tone:

"It's really strange. Their realms are obviously higher than yours, so why are you the only one who is not afraid of this pressure?"

Jiang Huai couldn't help but feel bitter when he heard this.

He recalled the hardships and dangers he had experienced in order to gain martial arts and it could almost be said that he had escaped death.

After hovering on the brink of life and death several times, he finally managed to succeed.

With his talent, it should be very easy for him to practice other martial arts.

But because of my own stubbornness, I wasted more than 40 years.

Moreover, in order to make progress in this martial art, he has also made efforts that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

But it was these hardships that made him calmer and more sensitive.

Therefore, under this terrifying pressure at this moment, he was able to keep a clear head and say these words.

Jiang Huai was full of uncertainty at this moment. He couldn't accurately guess the character of the bloody man in front of him.

Since Tianyuan Mountain had sent him here to learn martial arts, he could only bite the bullet, grit his teeth, and show his determination and sincerity:
"My heart for the Dao is as firm as a rock, so how can I be like Ye Gong who only loves dragons?"

When Xie Que heard Jiang Huai's words, a smile appeared on his face again.

He took a few steps forward, as if examining Jiang Huai.

Suddenly, a drop of blood slowly fell from his palm and rolled straight into Jiang Huai's eyes.

But at the moment when it was about to touch the ground, it suddenly became erratic.

Finally, it turned into a blood ball and began to rotate at high speed.

Suddenly, this blood ball seemed to have life, and it went straight into Jiang Huai's body along the center of his eyebrows.

Jiang Huai's heart tightened, but he felt a warm current rushing into his mind, which instantly merged with his own blood.

"Who compiled the martial arts you practiced before?"

Xie Que's voice rang in Jiang Huai's ears.

"Even the most basic blood circulation is wrong. This is simply a blasphemy to the martial arts."

He paused and continued:
"You mortals are not some True Lords who can practice martial arts with a pure Yang body. How can you let the Qi and blood flow into the skull?"

"You are lucky to be alive today."

At that moment, Jiang Huai suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

The headache that had troubled him for years disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, the meridians in his body that were originally blocked due to improper cultivation,

The pathways begin to reopen and the blood and qi begin to flow.

But the effect of this power is far more than that. The blood bead that entered his body is still flowing in Jiang Huai's body.
As it moved, it seemed to have the effect of cleansing the marrow and widening the meridians, which surprised Jiang Huai.

After listening to what the bloody man said, Jiang Huai suddenly realized. He finally understood why he had failed before.

This new martial arts book was probably originally designed for those monks who already have some skills.
It was just that some unexpected mistakes may have occurred when the successor was being selected, which led to a mortal like me being accidentally chosen.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai couldn't help but sigh inwardly that it was a pity.

If not for this, considering his talent and potential, he should have become a high-level martial saint at this age.

However, the reality is that he wasted more than 40 years of his life and missed too many precious opportunities.

However, now that Tianyuan Mountain had sent him here to seek the truth and study, Jiang Huai decided to seize this opportunity.

He believed that as long as he continued to work hard, there might still be a glimmer of hope for his ruined future.

He quickly knelt on the ground, his hands pressed tightly against the cold ground.
He kept bowing his head, with endless gratitude in his voice:

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I will never forget this in my life!"

"I am willing to give up everything in Tianyuan Mountain and follow you to practice wholeheartedly."

His voice was firm and resolute, as if he had made all preparations.

Xie Que flicked his fingers lightly, and several similar blood beads shot out and accurately entered the bodies of the other six people.

They seemed to be awakened by an invisible force and woke up from their previous state of ignorance.

In an instant, they all realized the huge benefits that this blood bead brought to their bodies.
No one does not cherish his or her own life, and no one is willing to miss such an opportunity.

At Jiang Huai's signal, they all knelt on the ground and began to kowtow to express their gratitude.

Xie Que nodded with satisfaction and uttered a "hmm".

He continued, "Since you have entered my school, you should sincerely pursue the Dao, practice diligently, and not slack off in the slightest."

After saying this, Jiang Huai and the others felt a moment of trance before their eyes, as if the world had changed in an instant.

They didn't know when they were moved to a lush bamboo forest. The strong smell of blood around them dissipated, and was replaced by the fragrance of bamboo and soil.

At this time, they heard the bloody man's voice again: "I am very strict in accepting disciples. Not everyone is qualified to become my disciple."

"However, since you have the fate to meet, I will give you a seed to help you comprehend this truth."

"I have just given you the seeds. You only need to comprehend them carefully and you will achieve twice the result with half the effort. You will soon realize the true meaning of this path."

Jiang Huai asked hurriedly: "Senior, I wonder what the way we are learning is called?"

His words revealed his intelligence and wit, and he knew that a name can often reveal the essence and connotation of things.

Xie Que heard this, smiled slightly, and said:
"The way we learn is close to the way of heaven and nature. When we reach a high level, our body becomes one with heaven and earth, and we become nature. This can be called the Way of Nature."

"Natural Way?" Jiang Huai was speechless.

Whether it was the river of blood or the bloody man, he could not see any element of "nature" at all.

But the bloody man in front of him continued: "Now...you can meditate on these bamboos."

"If you succeed within three years, you will be eligible to become my registered disciple."

"If not..."

Jiang Huai and the others suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to sense the blood beads in their bodies. (End of this chapter)