Chapter 329: Chapter 135: Qi Blood Nine Transformation! Sect Leader of the Black Lotus!_3
Su Changkong’s days suddenly became incredibly tranquil, practicing cultivation and alchemy every day, refining Dragon Blood Pills to strengthen his own Qi and Blood.
Over a month had passed!
“Hiss!”
Within the manor, Su Changkong wielded the Iron-Cutting Sword in his hand. With each chop, Blade Gang condensed, leaving behind a trace in the cut air that lingered for a long time.
Su Changkong accelerated the refinement of the medicine’s potency through intense movements and consumption.
“Roar!”
Su Changkong, drenched in sweat, his skin flushed red, his Qi and Blood tumbling and flowing, let out a dragon’s roar that echoed throughout the manor. A Qi-Blood Long Dragon, conjured from his circulating Qi and Blood, coiled around Su Changkong’s body, exuding an aura of majesty!
It was more solid and thicker than before, with dragon scales and dragon horns clearly visible, almost lifelike!
“I’ve broken through… Qi Blood Eight Transformation.”
Su Changkong let out a breath. Thanks to the powerful effects of the Dragon Blood Pill and the formidable refinement capabilities of his Eighth Realm Giant Whale Skill, in just over two months, having refined more than twenty Dragon Blood Pills, Su Changkong successfully stepped into the Level of Qi Blood Eight Transformation.
It seemed easy, but if it were any other Martial Artist of the same tier, even with a sufficient number of Dragon Blood Pills, it would take at least two years to complete one cycle of Blood Refining, and that’s assuming a successful first attempt! It wouldn’t be as swiftly accomplished as Su Changkong!
With enough cultivation resources, completing Blood Refining was not difficult for Su Changkong.
“The Physique is strengthened, there’s substantial progress in both strength and speed, and wielding Blade Gang is no longer as strenuous!”
Su Changkong felt the changes within his body and thought to himself.
Previously, while crossing hands with Chai Zheng, Su Changkong had used Blade Gang. Its power was astonishing, but it was a bit beyond the limit his body could endure. Just a few strikes left his arms’ muscles and veins tingling with pain.
But after one or two more cycles of Blood Refining, once his Physique grows stronger and more capable of endurance, it would be effortless to fully unleash the Blade Gang’s power without any strain!
“Moreover… although Blade Gang can be attached to the palm for killing enemies, it’s difficult to project it externally. However, it can be loaded onto arrows to harm enemies at range, and the power is not the least bit inferior to when I wield the sword!”
In this period, Su Changkong also kept up with his practice of the Five Animal Frolics and archery.
Previously, Su Changkong had left the city to experiment with attaching Blade Gang to arrows. When launched, the arrows possessed terrifying power, capable of piercing through anything within range!
Having spent half a year, combining his Forging Skill with relentless hammering and refining, Su Changkong’s Blade Gang was indeed deemed the strongest attack method he possessed at present!
“Start the Pill Furnace!”
After refining a Dragon Blood Pill, with no more left in his possession, Su Changkong began alchemy, turning his herbs into pill medicine.
Every month, Su Changkong refined about ten Dragon Blood Pills, giving five saved ones to Di Hen to bring to Hong Zhenxiang in exchange for Dragon Blood Pill ingredients, thus maintaining a fast-paced improvement by ‘letting the chicken lay eggs.’
Su Changkong really did go through a very calm period, and he was content with such quiet cultivation. In the blink of an eye, another three months had passed.
At night, as Su Changkong sat cross-legged, his Qi and Blood boiled. Despite his efforts to suppress it and avoid causing too much disturbance, the boiling Qi and Blood still took the form of a ferocious blood-colored dragon that swirled and circled around him.
“Crack! Crack!”
As the Qi-Blood Long Dragon tumbled, it sent cups, tables, and chairs in the room flying, leaving the interior in disarray.
Su Changkong’s face turned a blood-red color, his skin becoming as hot as boiling water.
After a long while, Su Changkong expelled a deep breath, and the restlessness in his Qi and Blood calmed down.
“Qi Blood Nine Transformation! One more step and I’ll reach the realm of the Qi-Blood Furnace!”
Ignoring the mess inside the room, Su Changkong couldn’t help but show a delighted smile on his face.
In less than six months, he had consecutively completed two cycles of Blood Refining and advanced to Qi Blood Nine Transformation – the speed of his progress was simply astonishing!
Every three transformations marked a tier in Qi-Blood Realm, each bringing about a qualitative change.
Above Qi Blood Ten Transformation lies the realm of the Qi-Blood Furnace, representing the peak level of the Qi-Blood Realm. Qi Blood Metamorphosis reaches its zenith here, akin to a blazing furnace where the mere aura emitted can make ordinary people feel as though they are in an oven, their bodies at risk of being burnt to ash!
However, Su Changkong understood that every tier is a milestone, and although his talent almost ensured no difficulty in breaking through these milestones,
advancing from Qi Blood Nine Transformation to Qi Blood Ten Transformation and forging the Qi-Blood Furnace would be more difficult and require more resources and time than the transition from Qi Blood Seven Transformation to Qi Blood Eight Transformation or even Nine Transformation combined.
Even for Su Changkong, assuming an ample supply of Dragon Blood Pills, it was estimated that nearly half a year or even a year’s time would be needed to achieve a breakthrough!
“I’ll break through sooner or later! Just be patient!”
Su Changkong was not in a hurry; he had plenty of time!
But the peaceful days didn’t last that long. Five days after Su Changkong’s breakthrough to Qi Blood Nine Transformation, it was time for Di Hen’s monthly visit to deliver the medicinal ingredients to Su Changkong.
“Knock knock knock!”
Early in the morning, the door to Su Changkong’s residence was knocked, but it wasn’t Di Hen who came, it was a burly, robust man.
“Commander Hong?”
Su Changkong was slightly surprised to see that it was Hong Zhenxiang.
In the last six months, Hong Zhenxiang had only come two or three times. He, too, needed to cultivate and was often busy with military affairs, so it was impossible for him to come every day.