Suddenly, he blinked. A wave of exhaustion spread out from him, wrapping around his muscles and making them relax. At the same time, he felt fear and regret. Although his outburst allowed him to vent his anger, he now felt tense.

"I didn't use any Spirit Stream Sect techniques," he thought, trembling inwardly, "only things from the Blood Stream Sect. Technically, my body refining magic is related to the Blood Flow system. Maybe they'll punish me, but they won't kill me. Will they?" Although he wanted to reach out to the great figure to try and destroy the Blood Flow Sect, he wasn't confident about succeeding.

Middle Peak was completely silent...

Even in the Blood Flow realm, such slaughter was rare. Witnessing such a fight left everyone completely shocked, simultaneously changing their understanding of Nightcrypt.

The silence was broken by an ancient voice. "Finished with the killing?!"

Meanwhile, the blurry figure in front of Yan Xiaobao slowly emerged.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in long, blood-red robes. As he hovered there, his hands were clasped behind his back, and he looked coldly at Yan Xiaobao. He exuded a terrifying blood qi, a sensation that seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, connecting with Zhongshan itself!

The blood qi became a powerful pressure, even causing Yan Xiaobao's spiritual ocean to tremble.

When the man looked at Yan Xiaobao, it felt as though he could see through him, gazing deep into his being, seeing past all illusions. Yan Xiaobao trembled.

Luckily, the mask he wore, a valuable treasure of this Mysterious Sect, still managed to conceal him. After a moment, the man murmured, retracting his gaze. Just like that, he waved his right hand, sending a small bottle flying toward Yan Xiaobao.

"Innate talent. Reverse Blood Inheritance awakening. Even more so, a demonic personality. Sadly, you're only at the Mortal-Dao Foundation establishment....

"In that bottle, there are three spirit blood pills. They should heal your wounds and make you more sensitive to blood qi." With that, the man sighed, turned around, took a step forward. A gust of wind blew by, and he was gone.

"Huh?" Yan Xiaobao looked around in shock. He had been fully prepared to be punished, and instead, the man had sent him a bottle of pills.

In the air, the elders of the peaks looked down with bright eyes. The reason no one had spoken earlier was because of the Clan Leader's arrival. Nightcrypt's transformation was so remarkable that even the Clan Leader came personally to inspect the situation. Considering he found nothing amiss, the seniors' enthusiasm now burned hotter than before.

Nightcrypt not only possessed incredible talent, but he also killed several people in an extremely rare manner. Even the Clan Leader commented on his demonic personality. All the Great Elders were impressed by Nightcrypt's genius. Then they recalled his dominion in the struggle for the Foundation Establishment Pill, and their admiration grew stronger.

Though killing violated sect rules, they didn't really care. In the realm of Blood Flow, the law of the jungle prevails. Not one of them could claim to have no blood on their hands. When people don't know what's best for them and provoke powerful experts, their deaths are their own fault. When it comes to low-level cultivators, sect rules are more strictly enforced, but that's for their own protection. Foundation builders and powerful experts above them respect only strength and power!

Moreover, Yan Xiaobao's ability to provoke was very strong. Make everyone like you, make everyone hate you, but in the end, the results aligned with what the sect leaders cared about.

When it comes to success with these matters, the former becomes a supporter of righteousness, the latter a Demon.

Given his demonic personality, if Nightcrypt could survive, once his cultivation base improved, he would become a champion of this age. He would either conquer all under the sky, or heaven would conquer him.

A tall, burly cultivator from Lesser Marsh Peak, with a smile on his face, flew out.

"Junior Brother Nightcrypt, come with me to the Little Swamp Peak! With your body refining techniques, if you don't come to Lesser Marsh Peak, it will be a huge waste! If you agree, I will let you live on top! Come! I promise you will achieve incredible, unheard-of accomplishments in body refinement!!"

Yan Xiaobao was a bit surprised by the sudden outburst of words from the Great Elder of Little Swamp Peak. However, before he could even react, the Great Elder from Corpse Peak stepped forward. "Ignore him, Nightcrypt. Join our Corpse Peak. Corpse Peak will always be your home! Come! You can choose from all the colorful corpses we have!"

"Little Brother Nightcrypt, they are not sincere," shouted the dwarf from Nameless Peak, ready to do whatever it takes to win over Yan Xiaobao with his Reverse Blood Ancestor awakening. "Come to Nameless Peak. I will let you join the circle of Bloody Elders. With Nameless Peak's power behind you, no one would dare challenge you again!"

Yan Xiaobao was speechless. He had caused a massive disaster, consecutively killing seven or eight Foundation cultivators, leading to chaos in Middle Peak's blood qi, entirely ignoring that middle-aged man. Though he did not know who the man was, he believed him to be a major elder, or possibly even a Clan Leader.

In the Spirit Sect, if he disrespected such a person and was responsible for such a disaster, under sect rules, he would be sent to the Judicial Hall alive, without his cultivation base, and then destroyed in body and soul.

However, in the realm of Blood Flow, everything is opposite.

As he stood there stunned, a flirtatious laughter echoed, as the enchanting Song Junwan appeared. A fragrant breeze accompanied her arrival, and she looked at Yan Xiaobao as though he were a priceless gemstone, with a hint of deep admiration in her eyes. She stopped in front of him and then turned to face the others.

"This is Middle Peak! Are you people here openly defying me?"

Seeing Song Junwan standing before him, Yan Xiaobao blinked. She was as boldly dressed as ever; the long slit on the side of her skirt exposed a creamy leg, a sight that made Yan Xiaobao's eyes go wide. Before he realized what was happening, he was staring.

The other three elders could see what Song Junwan was doing, and they also noticed how Yan Xiaobao was staring at her. They sighed at Song Junwan's trick, but were powerless to oppose her. With longing looks at Yan Xiaobao, they turned and left.

After they left, Song Junwan's smile vanished, and as she glanced over the Middle Peak Foundation cultivators, her face turned very stern. As her gaze swept over them, they trembled, silently lowering their heads.

Song Que seemed more afraid than anyone, not even daring to look up. Since he was little, he had always feared his aunt...

"You're all dismissed," Song Junwan calmly said. "Don't forget to clean this place up later." Everyone sighed in relief and respectfully departed. Soon, the area was silent once again.

Song Junwan turned her attention back to Yan Xiaobao, a mysterious smile on her face as she leaned forward and lifted his chin with her fair, jade-like hand, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Have you seen enough, Little Bro Nightcrypt?"

Blushing, Yan Xiaobao cleared his throat, straightened up, and then clasped his hands and bowed.

"Greetings, Elder Sister Song."

"In the future, you need to be more careful. The Blood Flow Sect is a chaotic place, it always has been. Perhaps if things were different, we would be stronger in certain aspects, but there's nothing that can be done. All you can do is keep looking for powerful foes to defeat people. As long as the Clan Leaders are around, the sect will stay intact. They can suppress the chaos when necessary.

"Now, stay at Middle Peak. You'll be safe here, and the stronger you get, the more respect you'll receive." She smiled, a smile as blooming as a rose, making her more indescribable than ever.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Xiaobao asked, "Elder Sister Song, was that a Clan Leader just now?"

"That was Clan Leader Wuxian!" she softly answered. Seeing Yan Xiaobao's shocked reaction, she covered her laugh with her hand, then left in a fragrance-filled wind.

Yan Xiaobao stood there for a long time before taking a deep breath.

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