Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass

Many cultivators whispered and speculated among themselves. Those who had witnessed Li Yanchu suppress the Arhat and taotie manifestations within the Blissful Land now immediately gave up the idea of seizing the Blood-Qi Pill.

They didn’t even dare to snatch it inside, and now that they were out, it was not like they had been drinking to the point of clouding their judgement. To go snatch the young Daoist’s Blood-Qi Pill, wouldn’t they be seeking death?

Still, the dense life essence naturally drew some envy and fear. Some of the elder monsters had never seen Li Yanchu before, yet the sheer potency of this life essence was enough to make them desperate. For longevity, for defying heaven, these beings were willing to pay unimaginable costs. Especially the older monsters knew well that consuming such a pill could cause unexpected consequences, so caution was mandatory.

Perhaps the body would explode, and then the person consuming the pill could be eaten, their bones boiled into soup, or even refined into a human pill with miraculous effects.

At this time, several streaks of light flew toward the mountains of Wei City.

Li Yanchu’s choice to enter the mountains had a strategic effect, for example, delaying others who might try to intervene... and also a positive effect: it kept ordinary people away. Otherwise, a magical duel could easily cause casualties.

Inside the cave, Li Yanchu slowly opened his eyes. His blood and qi surged abundantly, enveloping his entire body. The sight was imposing, visually striking.

Simply put, it resembled a Super Saiyan[1] transformation, except his hair hadn’t changed... As the Blood-Qi Pill was absorbed, his aura continued to climb.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The powerful beats of Li Yanchu’s heart reverberated like deafening thunder, echoing through the vast, deep cave. A surge of yang blood qi spread explosively, heating the air intensely and causing waves of scorching heat to ripple outward.