Chapter One Hundred and Six: The Demon Blood Never Dies

After the banquet concluded, Jiang Ziyang found Su Ye and carefully inquired about his injuries. Then, in a low voice, he said, “Xiao Ye, actually, I once tried to force the demonic blood out of my body. Not just me—many geniuses in my ancestral line have tried.”

“Did none of them succeed?” Su Ye asked anxiously, his heart racing. After all, he had used the Yanhuang cultivation method to forcibly expel the demonic blood, and now he could no longer sense even a trace of it.

Jiang Ziyang shook his head and said solemnly, “Not once. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be called cursed blood. Before you managed to absorb the demonic blood, I was unconscious; otherwise, I would have stopped you. Many outsiders who tried to absorb the demonic blood died instantly. How are you feeling now?”

“Pretty good!” Su Ye moved his limbs to show he was truly fine.

“Could it be due to your clan’s bloodline? Very well. If you feel unwell at any time, you must tell me immediately—this is a matter of life and death!” Jiang Ziyang warned him seriously. Then, as if recalling something, he added, “By the way, Yeling Yun and Clan Leader Ouyang both came looking to seize your Thunder-Attracting Pearl. The reason behind this is somewhat connected to you. This pearl doesn’t attract heavenly thunder; instead, it guides one to the legendary Thunder City!”

“Thunder City? The same one that the old lady from the Yu family has been searching for with my six thunder veins?” Su Ye raised his brow. The grudge involving the nine thunder veins was far from forgotten.

“Exactly. The Yu family was on the verge of collapse, but Yeling Yun returned and even rescued Yu Zhisha. He intends to take her to find Thunder City, as it is said there is power there that can restore Yu Zhisha’s strength. From what I gather, Yeling Yun appeared at Yidan Residence because, before the Yu family’s matriarch went searching for Thunder City, the last place she stayed was Yidan Residence. Now that you know, what do you plan to do?”

Su Ye furrowed his brow. Honestly, he wanted to immediately seek out Thunder City and confront the Yu family matriarch to avenge his grudge, but he was acutely aware that his current cultivation level made that impossible.

If Yeling Yun heads to Thunder City, they might meet along the way—and then Yeling Yun wouldn’t hold back his power.

“Don’t worry, Clan Leader. I won’t act impulsively. I won’t move until I have sufficient strength.”

“Good—then focus on recovering!” Jiang Ziyang said a few more words before departing.

Lying in bed, Su Ye’s chest wound throbbed intensely, preventing him from falling asleep. Even deep into the night, he remained restless.

Vaguely, he felt something quietly taking root inside him.

After waking several times gasping for breath, he noticed he was drenched in sweat and even saw faint black spots appearing on his hands.

“What’s going on? Could it be that the demonic blood inside me was never completely eradicated?”

Su Ye forced himself to sense every major acupoint, every meridian, every bone in his body with great care, even circulating his true qi through his mouth, ears, eyes, and nose.

“No—there’s no trace of the demonic blood anymore. Then why this icy sensation? Is it just my imagination? My mind remembers it too vividly?”

At that moment, his expression suddenly changed as a thought struck him. His Yanhuang cultivation method resided within his sea of consciousness, and the phrase “Yanhuang multitudes, the mysterious gate!” still lingered there. Could it be the demonic blood?

Shuddering, he immediately inwardly gazed into his sea of consciousness.

In that chaotic world, eight ancient characters floated in the void, radiating brilliant light. At the very bottom, like the earth beneath, there was a drop of black demonic blood, resembling a tiny black sprout struggling to grow.

Despite the overwhelming radiance suppressing it, the drop of demonic blood wriggled like a black leech, chilling the soul at a glance.

“This is demonic blood… demonic blood!” Su Ye nearly blurted out. What kind of demonic blood could withstand the formidable power of his Yanhuang cultivation?

He recalled that when he was young, many elders in the family said the Jiang clan descended from the Jiuli tribe.

According to Chinese mythology, the Jiuli tribe belonged to the demonic ancestor Chiyou. Could this bloodline really have been passed down from the demonic ancestor?

But Su Ye immediately shook his head. He knew his cultivation method came from the Yanhuang Stele—a tradition utterly incompatible with the legendary demonic ancestor Chiyou. They should never coexist.

Besides, many were just legends—like “Houyi shooting the suns” or “Chang’e flying to the moon”—which now seemed untrue.

“This single drop of demonic blood is barely clinging to life—I don’t believe it can survive under the might of the Yanhuang cultivation method!”

Thinking this, Su Ye decided it was too late to wake Jiang Ziyang, so he turned on his computer and logged into the Spiritual Cultivation Hall to look up legends about the Jiuli tribe.

But as soon as he logged in, countless unread messages flooded in—more than ten million red notifications.

Among the trending topics, six out of ten were related to him.

“When will Master Qinglei appear?”

“The second volume of ‘Perfect Meridians’!”

“What is Master Qinglei’s true identity?”

“What star rating does Master Qinglei hold as a Path Initiator?”

“‘Perfect Meridians’ officially inscribed on the Spiritual Cultivation Hall’s Great Law Stele; Qinglei remains unseen!”

“Handwritten original of ‘Perfect Meridians’…”

Staring at the sea of red notifications, all with billions of views, Su Ye was stunned before realizing that his identity as Master Qinglei had caused a sensation throughout China.

Moreover, his rank as a Path Initiator had jumped from ‘Apprentice’ directly to ‘Three-Star’. The reason he remained at three stars was that advancing further required registering at the Spiritual Cultivation Hall and passing assessments.

He then glanced at his Qinglei homepage account. Previously, he had only answered questions, and his first update was “The first volume of ‘Perfect Meridians’!”

Looking at the overwhelming reposts, comments, likes, and donations, he was somewhat overwhelmed.

Even many highly prestigious figures, including celebrities and Path Initiators, had left him messages. He had suddenly become the most mysterious and hottest figure.

Su Ye was too lazy to reply. Instead, he searched the Spiritual Cultivation Hall for Jiuli tribe legends. Throughout China, there were many who were well-versed in both astronomy and geography.

He was fortunate to find some records about Jiuli tribe combat techniques in a battle skill analysis titled “Yan Ge Xing.” It mentioned that to cultivate Jiuli combat skills, one must possess Jiuli blood.

Su Ye carefully read through it. Surprisingly, “Yan Ge Xing” was quite accurate and detailed, even breaking down many combat moves step by step.

Apparently, this author was a fanatic about studying battle skills!

Su Ye looked further and found that “Yan Ge Xing” was a person with a million followers, affectionately called a “talented lady” in the comments.

So Su Ye left a message: “Does the Jiuli bloodline have any special qualities?”

Right after posting, Su Ye immediately regretted it. He cursed himself for being foolish. Jiang Ziyang had carried demonic blood for years—why had he turned to the Spiritual Cultivation Hall to ask?

Tomorrow, he would simply ask Jiang Ziyang directly. There was no need to rush. He wasn’t worried about Jiang Ziyang’s concerns now; as long as he didn’t reveal the Yanhuang cultivation method, he had to be honest about the demonic blood.

Nodding, Su Ye closed the Spiritual Cultivation Hall and went to sleep.

What Su Ye did not know was that his simple message instantly sparked a frenzy. The entire Spiritual Cultivation Hall was abuzz.

“What? Master Qinglei is online?”

“He actually left a message under this so-called ‘Yan Ge Xing’s’ talented lady page!”

“Who is this talented lady that earned Master Qinglei’s favor? Quick, let’s see what he said!”

Meanwhile, in a female dormitory at a university in the Demon Capital, while most roommates had fallen asleep, one girl was still applying a face mask and browsing the web.

Suddenly—

A scream pierced the night, waking the others. Her face mask had been scared off.

“Yan Ge Xing! Ah! Wake up! Oh my god! Master Qinglei left you a message—it’s really Master Qinglei! You have to see this!”

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