Waking Up to a Free Bargain

Yunyi was naturally not a fool; he did not follow that young master.

Because just moments ago, he had sensed a faint aura of malevolent slaughter radiating from the young master. Yet, though faint, that killing intent was exceptionally pure—several times more concentrated than even his own, a mosquito cultivating in the blood Dao.

This involuntarily startled him and made him wonder inwardly: "Could he be a demonic cultivator?"

That bizarre aura, akin to the chilling wind from an abyss, carried an indescribable evil and coldness, entirely different from any cultivators he had previously killed or fought against.

Every movement and every breath of that individual seemed to contain some ancient incantation, sending a chill straight through one's heart.

Once this thought took root, it spread through his mind like wildfire, impossible to suppress.

He had never imagined he would encounter a demonic cultivator here.

This filled him with deep vigilance and curiosity regarding the young master's identity and motives, while also prompting a mental sigh: "Indeed, this world is likewise a realm rampant with demonic cultivators."

Yet, upon second thought, so what if this person was a demonic cultivator?

What business was it of a mere mosquito like him?

He was nothing more than an insignificant existence; as long as he could survive in this perilous mystic realm and acquire the "dragon blood" he desired, that would be the greatest victory.

In any case, if this demonic cultivator truly intended to strike, it was obvious he would target the human cultivators who had also entered the realm—what relation did that have to him?

Soon, Yunyi's attention was captivated by the immediate gains before him.

"I might as well suck the blood of that human female cultivator first to enhance my cultivation base."

He glanced around and, seeing that the surroundings were completely silent and devoid of people, felt a quiet surge of delight.

Flapping his wings lightly, he flew toward the human female cultivator like a streak of black lightning.

Her neck was as white and flawless as jade, resembling an enticing fruit waiting to be picked.

Without hesitation, Yunyi extended his sharp proboscis and gently inserted it into her skin.

The first mouthful of blood surged into his mouth; the warm liquid carried a faint, sweet fragrance that left him intoxicated.

"Truly not bad. What flows within this blood is not merely vitality, but it also contains wisps of medicinal potency from alchemical pills. Compared to the ordinary blood I consumed before, its quality is higher by several grades."

While indulging to his heart's content in this unprecedented delicacy, Yunyi praised inwardly.

His proboscis gently traversed the delicate skin of the human female cultivator, as though savoring a grand feast.

As wave after wave of warm blood continuously poured in, Yunyi's tiny body seemed on the verge of bursting. His belly gradually swelled up, looking like a tiny red balloon.

Ultimately, when an indescribable sense of fullness washed over him, he reluctantly ceased his feeding.

Yunyi gently stroked his round, bloated belly with his slender forelegs, a look of gratification and greed crossing his face.

He looked down at the human female cultivator on the ground; though her complexion was slightly pale, a trace of rosy warmth still lingered, indicating that her body evidently still harbored abundant blood resources.

"Tsk tsk, one truly must not let this go to waste; a cultivator's blood is a rare and wonderful treasure." Yunyi pondered inwardly, a greedy light flashing in his eyes.

He knew well that in this world where the strong preyed upon the weak, any opportunity to elevate one's strength must not be missed.

Thus, Yunyi swiftly retrieved several exquisite vials from his storage ring. These vials were crafted from special materials capable of isolating external auras, ensuring the blood remained fresh and pure.

Driving his cultivation technique, tiny streams of Qi gushed forth from within his body, transforming into invisible tentacles that gently drew the blood out from the human female cultivator's body and slowly injected it into those vials.

As the blood flowed in, the vials gradually grew heavy, as though filled with endless treasures.

Yunyi carefully returned the blood-filled vials into his storage ring, a triumphant smile blooming across his face.

"Haha, who would have thought that waking up would yield such bountiful gains?" Yunyi gently rubbed the storage ring on one foreleg against the other, his heart brimming with joy and satisfaction.

Those vials filled with the blood of the human female cultivator rested quietly in his storage ring, every single drop imbued with endless spiritual power and the temptation of elevated cultivation.

Armed with these precious vials of blood, the passion and longing for cultivation reignited within Yunyi's heart.

He knew clearly that for a mosquito like him, this blood was undoubtedly the finest resource for elevating his cultivation and strengthening his power.

However, he also understood that cultivating near the mystic realm would undoubtedly place him in grave danger, given that those cunning and formidable human cultivators were constantly on alert for surrounding disturbances.

"No, I cannot risk cultivating here. I must find a secluded and safe place to fully refine all this blood and see how much of a boost it can bring to my cultivation." Yunyi calculated inwardly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he searched for a suitable place to practice.

The dense forest resembled a green ocean swaying gently in the breeze, while the rolling mountain ranges coiled and undulated like a majestic dragon.

A thought stirred in Yunyi, and he decided to fly deep into the remote mountains, far away from the mystic realm and untrod by human footsteps.

First, he transferred the contents of the human female cultivator's storage ring into his own, then flapped his wings and soared high, darting swiftly through the forest canopy like a streak of black lightning.

As he flew, Yunyi vigilantly observed his surroundings, terrified of being discovered by the human cultivators stationed in the camps outside the mystic realm.

He carefully avoided areas that might expose his whereabouts, such as human camps and patrolling cultivators.

As Yunyi ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery grew increasingly desolate and quiet.

He rejoiced inwardly at having finally found a place for cultivation far from the hustle and bustle, untrod by human footprints.

Here, he could safely refine those precious blood reserves and elevate his cultivation and strength.

Yunyi lightly landed upon a tall, leafy ancient tree, his tiny frame appearing utterly insignificant compared to the giant flora.

He gently brushed his wings and the dust off his body with his forelegs, then slowly closed his eyes and began to circulate his unique cultivation technique with intense concentration, setting out to refine the treasured blood he had just consumed.

As his internal spiritual power surged, thick and pure energies emanated from the blood, flowing like babbling brooks into his limbs and bones, nourishing both his body and soul.

Yunyi wholly focused on guiding these spiritual powers, hoping they would bring about a breakthrough in his cultivation realm.

Yet, once Yunyi finished refining all the blood in his belly, he was astonished to discover that his cultivation base—still at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment—had not changed in the slightest.

He could not help but frown, a wave of bewilderment and reluctance welling up in his heart: "How can there still be no change?"