In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Su Han did not immediately agree, but asked, "What does the Grand Elder need us to do?"

Elder Mo Yuan said, "The Divine Palace will appear on the night of the full moon in five days. But before that, we must complete the Witch God Sacrifice to appease the ancient spirits guarding the Divine Palace."

He paused, then continued, "However, the ceremony requires three offerings: the Moonflower from the summit of the Holy Mountain, the Soul Stone from the Netherworld Cave, and a drop of pure Yang blood."

"Pure Yang blood?" Su Han asked in confusion.

Elder Mo Yuan nodded: "It must be the blood of someone born in a Yang year, Yang month, Yang day, and Yang hour with a pure Yang constitution. Such a constitution is one in ten thousand, and we have been searching for it for many years without success."

Su Han was startled.

His birth date and time were both Yang year, Yang month, Yang day, and Yang hour, making him an extremely rare pure Yang body!
Is this a coincidence, or an arrangement of fate?

Elder Mo Yuan seemed to have seen through Su Han's thoughts and smiled, "Young man, if you are willing to provide a drop of pure Yang blood, I will not only take you into the Divine Palace, but also teach you a secret technique of the Witch Clan as a reward."

Su Han pondered for a moment.

He didn't fully trust the elder, but there seemed to be no better option at the moment.

“I can agree, but on one condition,” Su Han said.

"What conditions?"

“My two friends must come with me into the temple, and you must not harm them in the slightest.”

Elder Mo Yuan readily agreed: "It is acceptable. The Witch Clan values ​​its promises, and once we have agreed, we will never go back on our word."

He took out a black wooden token from his pocket and handed it to Su Han: "This is the Black Witch Clan's guest token. With this token, you can move freely within the village. We will begin preparations for the ceremony in three days."

Su Han took the token; it was icy cold to the touch, and strange runes were engraved on it.

After leaving the altar, Su Han informed Lu Xueqi and Biyao of the situation.

Biyao frowned and said, "Pure Yang blood? Could this old wizard be plotting something?"

Lu Xueqi also said, "The secret arts of the Witch Clan are unpredictable and dangerous; it's best to be careful."

Su Han nodded: "I know what I'm doing. The most important thing right now is to enter the Bronze Ancient Palace and find the other fragments of the Reincarnation Mirror."

Elder Mo Yuan arranged for them to stay in a bamboo house temporarily.

For the next three days, Su Han wandered around the village, secretly gathering information.

He discovered that the Black Witch Clan did not seem to be at peace.

Many young members of the tribe are dissatisfied with the conservative policies of the elders and believe that they should take the initiative to expel all outsiders.

And indeed, more and more experts are gathering around the village.

Besides Fenxiang Valley, Su Han also discovered traces of righteous disciples such as Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect, as well as some evil masters.

It seems that news of the Bronze Temple has spread and attracted the attention of various forces.

On the evening of the third day, Alan came to Su Han: "The Grand Elder invites you to the Holy Temple to prepare for the blood-drawing ceremony."

Su Han followed Alan to a stone temple on the back mountain of the village.

This temple is built entirely of black megaliths, with an ancient style and an air of mystery.

The temple was brightly lit, and Elder Mo Yuan and several senior wizards were already waiting there.

Various sacrificial vessels were placed on the altar, and in the center was a stone basin filled with an unknown liquid.

Upon seeing Su Han's arrival, Elder Mo Yuan nodded and said, "The time has come, let's begin."

He gestured for Su Han to place her hand above the stone basin.

Then he took out a bone knife and gently sliced ​​it across Su Han's fingertip.

A drop of bright red blood fell into the basin.

Surprisingly, the blood emitted a faint golden light after it fell into the liquid, illuminating the entire stone temple.

Upon seeing this, the wizards all showed expressions of surprise and delight.

"It really is pure Yang blood!" an old shaman exclaimed excitedly. Elder Mo Yuan nodded in satisfaction as well: "Good! With this drop of pure Yang blood, the Shaman God Sacrifice will surely succeed!"

He carefully put away the stone basin and said to Su Han, "Young man, thank you for your help. As agreed, I will now teach you a secret technique of the Witch Clan."

Elder Mo Yuan took out a bone fragment from his robes, which was covered with intricate runes.

"This is a secret technique passed down only within my Black Witch Clan—'Soul Clone Technique.' Once mastered, it allows one to condense soul power to create a clone, possessing 30% of the original's strength, and lasting for the duration of an incense stick burning."

Su Han was startled.

This clone technique sounds extremely practical; it could be incredibly effective in both combat and reconnaissance.

He took the bone fragment and said sincerely, "Thank you, Elder."

Elder Mo Yuan waved his hand: "This is what you deserve. Go back and prepare well. We will head to the Divine Palace on the night of the full moon in two days."

Su Han left the temple and returned to his residence, where he told the two women what had happened.

Biyao examined the runes on the bone fragment with curiosity, then frowned and said, "I've never seen these characters before."

Lu Xueqi said, "Many of the secret arts of the Witch Clan are methods that target the soul, so you must be careful when practicing them."

Su Han nodded and began to comprehend the Soul Split Technique.

To his surprise, although the runes on the bone fragments were strange, he was able to inexplicably understand their meaning.

It was as if this secret technique was something he was meant to learn.

As his understanding deepened, Su Han gradually grasped the essence of the clone.

The key lies in separating a portion of one's own soul power and condensing it into a form using a special method.

As the night passed and dawn broke, Su Han had already gained a basic understanding of this secret technique.

He tried to circulate the magic incantation, and saw a blurry shadow separate from his body, its shape exactly the same as his, only slightly transparent.

The clone stood silently in the room, its eyes vacant, as if it had no independent consciousness.

With a thought, Su Han's clone acted according to his wishes.

Although his movements were somewhat stiff, they were indeed under his control.

"It's a success!" Su Han exclaimed joyfully.

Biyao circled the clone in surprise: "You mastered it so quickly? Your talent is too abnormal!"

Lu Xueqi also showed surprise: "The Soul Clone Technique is a profound secret technique among the Witch Clan. It takes ordinary people several months to master it."

Su Han himself felt that the progress was too smooth, as if he was born to cultivate this kind of secret technique.

He withdrew his clone, feeling that his soul power had been significantly depleted, but it was still within a manageable range.

"With this secret technique, we have an extra layer of protection when entering the Bronze Ancient Palace," Su Han said.

Over the next two days, Su Han continued to familiarize himself with the Soul Clone Technique while closely monitoring the movements inside and outside the village.

The people of Incense Valley seem to be plotting something, frequently active around Black Witch Mountain.

Meanwhile, other forces were also eager to make their move, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

The night of the full moon has finally arrived.

As darkness fell, a full moon rose from the east, casting its bright light upon Black Mountain.

Elder Mo Yuan summoned all those involved in the operation to gather in the village square.

Besides Su Han and his two companions, there were more than ten elite warriors and wizards of the Black Witch Clan.

"The time has come, let's set off!" Elder Mo Yuan, holding his staff, took the lead and walked towards the mountaintop.

The Black Witch Mountain appeared even more mysterious under the moonlight. The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, but under the guidance of the witch tribe, the group made good progress.

The higher they climbed, the stronger the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air became. (End of Chapter)