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Chapter 1106 Blood Nerves
"Ancestor... wuwuwu..."

The gray-bearded old man hugged the Blood River King's thigh and cried loudly, with tears and snot streaming down his face. He held on tightly and refused to let go, wetting the Blood River King's blood-red robe.

"Ugh!"

Jiang Ding sighed and let the little guy cry bitterly.

Contrary to what most people think, the Zhenshan Sect, which is actually a blood-path demon sect, is very warm and affectionate internally, at least in terms of the master-disciple relationship. There is no intrigue or deception between the master and the disciples, and there is very little internal friction. They can be said to be both master and father, and both disciple and child.

That kind of typical internal intrigue and deception in the demon sect is very common in the realms where the human race is prosperous, and it is harmless.

If it were still in the Jiaoming Realm, with such internal friction, scheming between masters and disciples, and distrust, then this sect would have been destroyed long ago. There would be no room for strategic buffer at all, and one wrong step would mean death.

It is a miracle that the Zhenshan Sect has come this far and has given birth to the God of Transformation in the dangerous Jiaoming Realm. Naturally, the internal construction is done very well.

The master of King Xuehe once treated King Xuehe like his own son, and King Xuehe also treated his disciple like his own son, and King Xuehe's disciple treated his disciple in the same way... It has been passed down from generation to generation, and the master of True Lord Jianshi treated him in the same way, and he also treats the master of the contemporary supreme elder True Lord Zishi in the same way.

Now, upon seeing the Blood River King, True Lord Jianshi lost his composure and vented his emotions all at once, as if an abandoned child had finally found his parents.

Jiang Ding was not in a hurry. He waited until Jianshi Zhenjun's crying subsided before he gently touched his head and sighed, "You have suffered a lot over the years."

“Not bitter, not bitter.”

"No one can compare to our ancestors in their hard work."

True Lord Jianshi wiped his tears and snot, stood up and said, "I have also heard about the things that happened to our ancestor over the years. He was constantly being hunted and had to hide. He was always in life-and-death battles. He could be surrounded and killed by the kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan at any time. It was much harder than being a disciple."

He said sadly, without any resentment.

In the order of the Horned Demon Emperor, everyone's life is too hard, and no one is not moving forward with a heavy burden.

"Come on, Zishi, come here."

True Lord Jianshi waved his hand and called over True Lord Zishi, the current Grand Elder of the Zhenshan Sect, and said proudly, "This is our sect's ancestor, the 76th generation ancestor, the Blood River Lord who was promoted to the God-Transforming Lord more than 4,000 years ago!"

"You are so lucky, little kid. When I was young, I didn't have such a great opportunity."

He said proudly, and instantly switched back to the appearance of Yuanying Zhenjun and the sect's ancestor, and the transition between them was extremely smooth.

'The God of Transformation!'

"Tianjun!"

Master Zi Shi was stunned for a moment.

Heavenly Lord!

This is simply a legend among the human cultivators. They dare not even think about it, not even those at the Nascent Soul stage. They think that they can only advance to the middle stage of the Golden Core stage in their lifetime.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

"Meet the Master!"

Zhenren Zi Shi's heart was buzzing, but that did not hinder his actions. He first kowtowed to King Xuehe, and then kowtowed to his great master, especially his great master Zhenjun Jianshi, whom he had met when he was a child and accepted his teachings. He admired him very much and believed that he could definitely not be wrong.

He felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart, as if his feet were stepping on clouds, soft and soft.

In an instant, he possessed the ancestor of Tianjun and the master of Zhenjun!
"Not bad,"

"The little guy's foundation is pretty good."

Jiang Ding gave him some words of encouragement, and bestowed upon him some suitable elixirs, magic weapons, and many secret techniques, which instantly knocked Master Zi Shi unconscious, and he even forgot to thank him.

Jiang Ding didn't care about him either.

He is just a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan who is over a hundred years old. He is just a child. It is okay to show concern for him and it is okay to be rude to him. This is all normal. But it is a bit outrageous to discuss serious matters with him.

"Solid rock,"

"I remember that hundreds of years ago, you were still in the late Jindan stage, and now you have been promoted to Yuanying stage. Not bad," Jiang Ding praised.

"Grandfather, I have gained some benefits from the hundreds of years of chaos."

True Lord Jianshi said embarrassedly: "It is thanks to the old ancestor who stirred up the situation. Otherwise, under the order of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, this disciple would definitely have no chance and could only die of old age at over 300 years old."

It is said lightly here, but it must have taken countless dangers and bloody battles to survive.

"How old are you?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

"Reporting to the ancestor, this disciple is 511 years old this year."

"Five hundred and fifty-one? Not bad."

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding praised repeatedly: "Our Jianshi seems to be a genius. He is only over 500 years old, but he has already been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. If the situation of the sect is better, you may be able to go further and be promoted to the Nascent Soul stage faster, and your foundation will be even stronger."

"Very good, very good."

Zhenren Zi Shi stood respectfully at the side, listening to the speeches of the two elders, secretly astonished.

Over five hundred years old, in the eyes of the old ancestor, seems still very young, like a child, but this is almost twice his lifespan, a long period of time that he can hardly imagine at present.

The three masters and apprentices chatted for a long time. Most of the time, True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi asked some difficult questions about Taoism, and King Xuehe answered them, which always benefited both of them a lot.

The two of them also obtained many techniques to improve their foundation that the Blood River King had created over the years. If they had enough resources and practiced diligently, they would be able to move forward much more smoothly in the future.

As they discussed the Dao, several months had passed by unknowingly.

During this period, Master Jianshi and the other man tacitly did not ask the old ancestor why he appeared here openly. They did not even hide, nor did they ask him about the situation in the outside world. They did not ask anything and just enjoyed this rare moment of peace.

The two of them are carefree and have nothing to worry about.

Now he could freely seek the path and practice cultivation without worrying about the sudden arrival of the envoys from the Horned Demon Emperor or the Demon Rock Clan.

Yes, True Man, even if True Lord is very young in front of the God of Transformation, he is still a cultivator with profound experience. It is impossible for him to know nothing. He must have guessed something long ago but did not ask.

The illusory peace and freedom is also freedom.

"... As long as the Blood God is immortal, the Great Dao will not cease... This Blood God is not some god, but our blood, our Blood Nerve Mana, and even our own Dao..."

“…It will definitely not end.”

After Jiang Ding finished explaining the sect's scriptures, he fell into silence.

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi also remained silent, with miserable expressions on their faces. They almost cried, but they held back and did not lose their composure.

"The current situation is extremely dangerous."

Jiang Ding finally began to talk about the purpose of his visit, and sighed: "I want to explore the path to the emperor realm, but I have a lot of inner demons and distracting thoughts, and I am restrained by the slaves. Outside, there are many emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan suppressing me. The possibility of success is, I think, only one in ten thousand at most."

"But, just in case."

"You have to give it a try."

"Don't blame me. The human race is hopeless in this world. It's a great fortune to have a one in a million chance. There won't be a better opportunity."

"Ancestor..."

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi burst into tears, unable to control themselves any longer.

If the ancestor goes there to fight, no matter whether he wins or loses, I'm afraid the entire Zhenshan Sect will be wiped out. There's no chance of escape. The Horned Demon Emperor's clan is really powerful, and they will have to endure many cruel things. There's no chance of luck.

(End of this chapter)