Chapter 245: Blood Demon Body – Lu Qing's New Technique

In the center of the Liu Yun Zong training ground, a blood-red cocoon stood upright. Beneath it, strange runes flickered to life, drawing the blood of numerous Liu Yun Zong disciples—many of whom had seemingly slaughtered one another—into the cocoon, absorbing it into its pulsating core. With every drop of blood consumed, the malevolent aura within the cocoon grew stronger, now nearing the Xian Tian Jing level.

“What is that?” The Sword-Wielding Man’s face twisted in shock. He had never seen anything so eerie—or so profoundly evil—in his entire life.

Lu Qing stared intently at the cocoon. Moments later, information appeared before his eyes:

【Blood Demon Cocoon: An ancient secret technique derived from the blood demon of old times, formed by absorbing the life essence of living beings and transforming it into a blood-soaked cocoon.】

【Those who form a Blood Demon Cocoon can rapidly break through cultivation bottlenecks. Upon emergence, they attain the Blood Demon Body—invulnerable to blades and bullets, possessing immense strength.】

【A demonic art. It corrupts the soul, twisting one’s nature into cruelty and savagery. Once the Blood Demon Body is formed, the cultivator is no longer human—forced to feed on blood, becoming a ravenous monster.】

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Lu Qing blinked, taken aback. He hadn’t expected this journey to Yun Zhou to be this eventful. Not only had he witnessed an ancient formation, but now a cursed relic like the Blood Demon Cocoon had actually appeared.

“Master,” Lu Qing said urgently, “that’s a Blood Demon Cocoon. It’s nurturing a monster known as the Blood Demon. We must destroy it immediately—otherwise, once it emerges, it’ll be nearly impossible to stop.”

Old Doctor didn’t hesitate. He unleashed a massive wave of Sword Qi, slashing toward the cocoon. At his side, the Sword-Wielding Man followed with several cutting sword slashes. Lu Qing drew three long arrows and fired them in rapid succession—targeting the upper, middle, and lower sections of the cocoon.

Just as their attacks were about to strike, a sudden transformation occurred. The surface of the cocoon rippled, and countless blood-red tendrils erupted from it, lashing out to intercept the incoming strikes.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted. Blood mist filled the air, and nearby corpses were sent flying by the shockwave.

“Hmph?” The explosion echoed, and both Lu Qing and Old Doctor narrowed their eyes. They felt it—those attacks hadn’t truly harmed the cocoon.

“Hahahaha…” Before they could recover, a wild, triumphant laugh rang out from within the blood fog.

Then—crack!—the mist exploded outward, torn apart by a sudden blast. The wind howled, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

Lu Qing and the others stared.

The cocoon was gone—reduced to a puddle of crimson gore. Standing where it once was was a figure, naked and disheveled, hair wild and flowing, eyes glowing crimson, radiating a terrifying, bloodthirsty aura.

Lu Qing focused his gaze.

【Mo Zhen: Current Sect Master of Liu Yun Zong, father of Mo Xuan. Cruel, bloodthirsty, selfish, and deeply cunning.】

【Cultivation Level: Blood Demon Body—early stage, comparable to a Xian Tian Jing cultivator at the early breakthrough level. Body strength surpassing even that.】

【Extremely vicious and calculating. Secretly practiced forbidden arts to accelerate his breakthrough. Used a formation to deceive and slaughter his own disciples, siphoning their life essence to form the Blood Demon Cocoon.】

“Mo Zhen… It’s you!” The Sword-Wielding Man growled, his voice thick with fury.

“You’re the master of a sect! And yet, you sacrificed your own disciples to feed your obsession with forbidden power—how could you have sunk so low? You’re no longer human, but a demon!”

The Sword-Wielding Man felt the overwhelming evil aura emanating from Mo Zhen and understood the truth at once.

“Hahahaha… You forced me into this! If you hadn’t killed the two Tai Shang Elders and tried to destroy my sect, I wouldn’t have had to go this far! But… I suppose I should thank you. For years, I couldn’t bring myself to consume human blood to refine my immortal arts. But now… I’ve discovered it. The taste of human blood—so rich, so delicious, far surpassing any elixir or pill. Now I understand why my ancestors went mad for it. What is a sect compared to such power? Even my wife and children… I can kill them without a second thought!”

Mo Zhen stared at his own hands, savoring the surge of power coursing through him, laughing wildly. His aura pulsed outward, oppressive and terrifying.

“This Mo Zhen is completely insane,” the Sword-Wielding Man muttered, his face grim. “Master, we must kill him. If he escapes, the entire world will fall to his bloodlust.”

“Want to kill me?” Mo Zhen sneered, not even turning to look at them. “Do you think you have the strength?”

Having just forged his Blood Demon Body, Mo Zhen was brimming with confidence. He believed, with his newfound power, that even the three of them combined couldn’t defeat him.

“Besides,” he licked his lips, eyes gleaming with hunger, “I’ve never tasted Xian Tian Jing blood before. I wonder… what does it taste like?”

His aura surged again, pressing down on the Sword-Wielding Man, who felt his heart skip. What kind of forbidden technique did he use? Why is he so strong? This man’s presence now far surpassed even that of the Mo Hu brothers.

“Hmph. So becoming a monster also means losing your mind,” Lu Qing suddenly spoke, shaking his head with a faint smile.

He turned to Old Doctor. “Master, Yan Elder, my hands are itching. May I take the first strike? You two can stand back and watch.”

“…What?” The Sword-Wielding Man blinked, stunned. Had he heard right?

Even Old Doctor looked at Lu Qing with raised eyebrows. “A Qing… are you serious?”

The figure below radiated power. Even he was wary.

“Indeed,” Lu Qing said firmly. “I’ve been eager to test some recent insights from my cultivation. This one seems tough enough to be a proper sparring partner. I’d like to see how many punches he can endure—unlike his grandfather, who couldn’t even withstand one of my blows.”

“…You’re serious?” Old Doctor studied Lu Qing’s expression. After a pause, he nodded. “Very well. Go.”

“Then I’ll go down.”

With a nod, Lu Qing placed his bow at his feet and leapt down from the cliff.

“Wait—Master!” The Sword-Wielding Man reached out, alarmed.

“Let him,” Old Doctor said calmly, halting him with a hand. “A Qing never acts without reason. If he wants to fight that man, he must have a plan.”

The Sword-Wielding Man hesitated, then fell silent, watching with growing dread as Lu Qing descended.

Though Lu Qing had once slain Mo Hu, that battle had been different. Mo Hu had already lost an arm, was severely wounded by Old Doctor’s Sword Qi, and had drained his spirit soul power while guarding the formation—his strength severely weakened.

But Mo Zhen… his aura was stronger than even Mo Hu at his peak. And he wielded a mysterious, terrifying technique.

The Sword-Wielding Man didn’t believe this fight would end well.

“Why… did you come down?” Mo Zhen stared at Lu Qing, surprised. He had been preparing to trap all three of them—no one escaping. But now, this boy had just jumped down himself?

“Dealing with a demon like you doesn’t require my Master’s intervention,” Lu Qing said, stopping three zhang away. “Let me handle you.”

“Me?” Mo Zhen sneered, eyeing the young man. He had fled Liu Yun Town long ago and knew nothing of what had happened afterward. He’d returned to find his grandfather’s Spirit Soul Jade Token shattered—meaning both Tai Shang Elders were dead—but he didn’t know how they died. And he had never witnessed Lu Qing’s strength.

To him, this boy was just a child—clearly walking straight into his doom.

In truth, the only ones he truly feared were Old Doctor and the Sword-Wielding Man—both Xian Tian Jing cultivators. As for Lu Qing? He hadn’t given him a second thought.

After all, Mo Zhen sensed no threat from him at all. The three arrows Lu Qing had fired earlier hadn’t even scratched him.

“Correct,” Lu Qing said, pulling on his fist guards and flexing his wrists. “Just me.”

He looked at Mo Zhen, eyes gleaming. “You’re Mo Zhen, right? So Mo Hu was your grandfather? Perfect. I’ve been testing some new techniques lately. You look like a sturdy punching bag. I hope you can take a few more punches than your grandfather did—otherwise, I won’t have a chance to refine my technique.”

“What…?” Mo Zhen froze, but Lu Qing wasn’t done.

With a step forward, a roar like a tiger echoed from his chest. A straight punch shot toward Mo Zhen’s head.

“Tiger Roar Sound…” The Sword-Wielding Man on the cliff gasped. That’s the same roar that shook the entire Liu Yun Town earlier!

This is Lu Qing’s Punching Technique!

The power behind the punch stunned Mo Zhen. His eyes widened. The contempt vanished instantly. This kid’s cultivation level… far beyond anything I expected.

But still, it wasn’t enough to defeat him.

Mo Zhen grinned, not retreating. He raised his own fist and charged forward with equal force.

Boom!

The two fists collided. A shockwave tore through the air, sending violent gusts spiraling outward. The ground cracked beneath them.

Lu Qing was thrown back more than ten steps before regaining his footing, rubbing his sore wrist.

“Not even dead?” Mo Zhen’s face twisted in surprise. My strength now—no one should survive that punch. Even if they didn’t die, they’d be shattered, bones crushed, useless.

Yet this boy… just a sore wrist? No disrupted qi? Who is this kid? How can he be stronger than a Wu Dao Zong Shi at this age?

And worse—no trace of Xian Tian Qi. The punch had been powered by pure blood energy.

This kid’s strange…

“Blood Demon Body… not bad,” Lu Qing said calmly, examining his hand. “You’re stronger than your useless grandfather. That’s worth my full attention.”

Mo Zhen’s pupils contracted. “You… know about the Blood Demon Body?”

“Hmph. A common forbidden technique. Why wouldn’t I know?” Lu Qing’s expression remained calm. “Your Blood Demon Body has some merit. Now, I’ll take you seriously.”

“Arrogant fool!” Mo Zhen snarled, eyes turning blood-red. “You won’t talk anymore. I’ll crush you!”

He surged forward, no longer holding back. With a single step, he was before Lu Qing, claws tearing through the air, aiming to rip his head apart.

Having perfected the Blood Demon Body, Mo Zhen had abandoned weapons. He believed his body—now his ultimate weapon—was stronger than any blade.

This time, he unleashed eighty percent of his power. No Xian Tian Jing cultivator could survive this.

But as he lunged, ready to crush Lu Qing’s skull—his body suddenly felt heavy. An invisible force gripped him, freezing his movements.

In that instant, his vision blurred. The boy was gone.

His hand, meant to crush Lu Qing’s head, passed through empty air.

And then—a sudden, terrifying presence—a crushing pressure exploded before him, making his heart clench in pain.

“What…?” Mo Zhen looked up.

Lu Qing stood one zhang away, golden light faintly glowing around him, his aura so intense it made Mo Zhen tremble.

“This is my new technique,” Lu Qing said, watching Mo Zhen’s shock with calm eyes. “I was going to test it on your grandfather. But he was too weak—couldn’t even withstand a normal punch. You, however, have a body far stronger than his. You’ll be perfect for testing it.”

Without warning, Lu Qing reached forward, his hand curling into a fist in midair.

Mo Zhen felt his body grow heavier again—like he was sinking into mud.

Then—a flash—Lu Qing vanished.

He reappeared less than three feet from Mo Zhen’s chest.

One punch—straight to the heart.

Boom!

Trapped by the invisible force, Mo Zhen had no chance to dodge or defend.

The punch struck.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground, his body carving a trench in the earth.

(End of Chapter)

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