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Chapter 180 The Man in the Stone [Part 1]

"Reporting to Master, that Dragon Transformation Spring is truly the foundation upon which my Ji family was established."

Ji Wudi lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"This spring was built eight thousand years ago by my ancestor Ji Ying, who gathered alchemists from all over the world and devoted all his efforts to its construction."

He then proceeded to explain, word by word.

Eight thousand years ago, during the ancient Tang Dynasty, which was also the first dynasty in the history of the Yu Kingdom.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had already begun to quietly decline.

And the ancestor of the Ji family was none other than the first emperor who founded the country.

To consolidate his rule, he devoted all the nation's resources to collecting rare treasures from all over the world, spending countless sums to create the two extraordinary places, Penglai Realm and Hualong Spring.

As for whether the legendary twelve zodiac artifacts are hidden among them, even Ji Wudi had no idea, only vaguely guessing.

"Take me there to have a look."

Hu Long looked at Ji Wudi.

As time goes by, under the meticulous observation of a third-person perspective...

A few wisps of dragon energy began to gather around him again, but fortunately, it had no effect on the spiritual imprint he had planted.

Upon seeing this, the golden dragon energy between his nose and mouth dissipated like wisps of smoke, returning to Ji Wudi's body.

This dragon energy is very important to the Ji family.

But for Hu Long, it was not a good thing.

Once the dragon energy is swallowed into his body, it will suppress his cultivation level as a practitioner of the old techniques.

It was a power akin to the power of faith; while formidable, it relied too heavily on external factors.

If someone were to slaughter the entire Yu Kingdom and sever its lineage, the dragon energy upon which the Ji family depends for survival would also dissipate completely.

At that time, even if he possesses a high level of cultivation, his strength will inevitably plummet, and he will not even be able to freely control the (pseudo) dragon blood within his body.

The Dragon Transformation Spring is crucial to whether the Ji family can obtain dragon blood, and its importance is self-evident.

It is hidden deep within a cave in the heart of the island, guarded by a supreme grandmaster at the Yuan Dan realm.

"May I ask what brings the patriarch here?"

The cave entrance is deep and secluded.

A woman in a white robe sat cross-legged inside the cave. The style of her robe was ancient, resembling the old clothing of the Yun Kingdom from the previous dynasty.

A crescent-shaped jade hairpin is tucked diagonally into her hair, its warmth and luster shining through.

She was in her thirties, and there was a cool and aloof air about her.

Hearing footsteps, Ji Yaoling looked up and saw Ji Wudi approaching, accompanied by an unfamiliar face.

"Master, who is this—"

She frowned slightly, stood up, and was about to ask a question.

next moment.

Ji Wudi entered without warning and suddenly attacked.

Emperor Dragon Fist.

The phantom of dragon energy burst open behind him, golden light spreading like the rising sun, and a punch carrying an irresistible and domineering force slammed straight towards Ji Chaling.

Ji Chaling's expression changed drastically, and her pupils contracted sharply.

She didn't have time to think about why Ji Wudi attacked her; instinctively, she gathered her dragon energy and internal strength to try and defend herself.

But in that very instant...

It felt as if a cold needle had pierced the depths of her consciousness, causing her to suddenly sink.

All movements froze in place.

It's like a lamp being extinguished silently.

Ji Yaoling's eyes glazed over, her body swayed slightly, and the next second she was punched in the face by Ji Wudi.

He tumbled out, crashed to the side, and completely lost consciousness.

aside.

A faint, emerald light slowly swirled in Hu Long's eyes.

His gaze fell on Ji Chaling.

Although both Ji Yaoling and Ji Wudi were at the Yuan Dan realm of the Ji family, the strength of the dragon energy within Ji Yaoling's body was less than one-third of that of Ji Wudi.

Even someone like Ji Wudi was disturbed by his mental erosion, let alone Ji Chaling, whose dragon energy concentration and strength were far inferior to his.

She was completely powerless against Hu Long's psychological attacks.

The following process is very simple.

Hu Long bent down and casually inhaled, drawing away all the thin layer of dragon energy from Ji Chaling's body.

He then planted a spiritual imprint deep within her soul and returned the dragon energy to her.

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Just then, the silver lettering reappeared.

"Um?

'

Seeing this scene.

Hu Long's eyes flickered slightly.

Sure enough, leaving a mental imprint on the other party also generates traffic.

However, the total traffic volume is nowhere near that of Emperor Ji Wudi.

But one thing is certain.

The acquisition of traffic is related to the goal of planting a spiritual imprint.

He had used this trick before; for example, Ji Xiguang was also marked with a mental imprint.

However, it didn't generate much traffic.

"Is there anything special about a martial artist at the Yuan Dan realm?"

Hu Long's eyes flickered.

Thinking this way.

He walked into the cave.

The cave entrance was narrow, and the further you went in, the more humid and sticky the air became, with a faint smell of rust.

Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, a spring gradually came into view.

It's three to four meters in diameter, not very big, but big enough for people to see what's inside at a glance.

That's not water.

Thick, dark red blood churned slowly in the stone pit like lava.

—Gurgle!

Bubbles surged up from the depths of the spring, bursting on the surface and splashing out a small ring of sweet-smelling blood mist.

The entire cave was permeated with an inescapable stench of blood.

Hu Long stared at the fountain of blood.

Somewhat surprised, I asked casually.

"Is this all human blood?"

"Yes."

Behind him, Ji Wudi spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"To maintain its activity, the Hualongquan spring needs to be filled with the blood of at least thirty adults every week."

He paused, his gaze falling on the surface of the spring, as if watching the blood slowly churning.

"However, we prioritize using death row inmates, so that they can make a contribution before they die and give full play to their remaining energy."

"What if we use the blood of a esoteric martial artist or a practitioner of ancient arts?"

Hu Long asked.

"That would be much more effective, often requiring only a few people."

Ji Wudi replied.

According to Ji Wudi.

This place, Penglai Realm, is the largest energy vein node in the Yu Kingdom.

Simply entering the cave doesn't guarantee you'll obtain dragon blood.

Under normal circumstances, one must be a member of the Ji family and have cultivated the Nine Dragons Offering Heaven Scripture to enter it when breaking through to the Blood Exchange Realm.

The Ji family bloodline, the secret martial arts, the dragon energy, and the Dragon Transformation Spring are all indispensable.

"The Dragon Transformation Spring itself was built based on a dragon vein. If there are any zodiac animal artifacts, they should be located below, but they may have already become one with the Dragon Transformation Spring, making it difficult to retrieve them."

Ji Wudi explained from the side.

No need for the other party to say anything more.

The instant I arrived at this place.

From Hu Long's third-person perspective, the scene became clear.

Hu Long raised his hand and extended it, his five fingers slightly spread.

Within the territory of Penglai, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was overflowing to its fullest extent.

The old techniques were used with ease and fluidity, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, wisps of spiritual energy gathered from the void, transforming into white threads between his five fingers, which plunged straight into the Dragon Transformation Spring.

boom-!

The entire cave shook violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

A large amount of blood-red spring water suddenly gushed up, rushing straight to the top of the cave and splashing in all directions.

Water droplets hit the rock wall, making a dense, drum-like sound.

—Roar!

A mournful dragon roar suddenly echoed through the cave, making people's eardrums ache.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene.

Hu Long snorted coldly.

The five fingers are slightly closed, and the silk thread is taut.

next second.

Golden light surged from the bottom of the spring, tightly bound by white silk threads, carrying something as it flew through the air.

Then.

The object landed steadily in his palm.

It was a mask as black as ink.

The two horns jutted diagonally towards the back of the head, with dark patterns winding around the base of the horns and the tips gleaming slightly white.

The dragon's eyes are narrow and slightly upturned, its nose bridge is broad and prominent, and its whiskers extend from the sides of its nostrils, winding like snakes.

The dragon's mouth was half-open, revealing two rows of sharp, white fangs.

This mask belongs to Chenlong.

One of the tools used in divination based on the Chinese zodiac.

Its effect is simple and direct: it enhances physical strength, and after wearing it, one can transform into the body of a dragon.

The Dragon Artifact, which was originally designed to work on only one person, was transformed into a tool for altering bloodlines using this spring.

Although the effects vary from person to person, it may not be comparable to the complete dragon body obtained by one person wearing the Dragon Artifact.

However, its advantage lies in the fact that it can be used by multiple people.

Even Hu Long had to admit that the person who came up with such a method was indeed a genius.

He glanced at Hualongquan.

After losing the core of the Dragon Artifact, the previously bubbling blood spring calmed down, and the blood quickly congealed and dried up.

The Dragon Transformation Spring is now ruined.

In this regard.

Hu Long didn't care.

He didn't even consider the (fake) dragon bloodline produced by the Dragon Transformation Spring.

It has a lot of requirements and also relies on dragon energy.

In the end, it turned into something that was neither human nor ghost.

The enhancement of his strength is not even as good as his innate divine power; he's practically useless.

Hu Long put the surgical instrument on his face.

In an instant.

His pupils were coated with a layer of dark gold, transforming into deep, dark dragon eyes.

With a slight thought, his arms and body were covered in a layer of scales.

"Strength and physique have indeed increased, but unfortunately, the power of the Dragon Artifact cannot be directly downloaded."

If it can be downloaded, the complete dragon bloodline should be obtainable.

Thinking this, he removed the Dragon Artifact, and his body returned to normal.

Hu Long has not completely given up on this bloodline.

We'll study it further later.

The dragon bloodline is secondary.

If the source value can be used to perfect and upgrade it into a true dragon bloodline, then its value will be immeasurable.

Thinking this, he put away the Chenlong artifact and placed his hand on Ji Wudi's shoulder.

Instantly.

A large expanse of silver lettering appeared on my retina.

[Target: Emperor Wuji]

[Bloodline: Dragon (Fake)]

Size: 453MB (Status: Downloadable)

(Note: A pseudo-bloodline artificially cultivated using surgical tools. Although it cannot compare to a real dragon, it still provides a significant boost to physical strength.)

【Skill 1: Nine Dragons Offering Heavenly Book (Yuan Dan Chapter, Level 8)】

Size: 752MB (Status: Downloadable)

(Note: The emperor is not a nobleman of bloodline, but one who receives the mandate of heaven and holds the hopes of all people.)

This technique is derived from observing the celestial bodies and the dragon veins of the earth. It uses the body as a cauldron and the mind as a guide, visualizing nine dragon forms, ultimately leading to the return of the nine dragons to their origin, thus achieving the body of a true dragon, the Son of Heaven.

[Skill 2: Emperor's Dragon Fist (Perfect) Trait: Dragon's Might]

Size: 210MB (Status: Downloadable)

(Note: When used, it comes with the suppression of dragon's might, which can weaken the enemy's morale and will. The stronger the dragon's might, the greater the power.)

[Skill 3: Dragon Form Technique (Perfect) Trait: Wind Control]

Size: 200MB (Status: Downloadable)

(Note: This is a top-tier movement technique. Once unleashed, it allows the user to transform into a dragon and roam freely across the heavens and earth.)

Ji Wudi truly lived up to his reputation as an existence that had lived for over a thousand years.

The download size for just the Dragon Bloodline is larger than that for Ji Xiguang.

It is clearly stronger.

Besides.

The information that emerged was the strongest and most abundant that Hu Long had seen so far.

Over its long lifespan, it acquired a wide range of skills, including three or four perfected skills with unique characteristics.

If it weren't for Hu Long's talent of being able to devour dragon energy, it would have been almost impossible to defeat Ji Wudi.

Hu Long did not hesitate at all.

Download all the master-level, perfect-level skills directly.

There's no need to use source value to exchange for it.

Previously, I obtained four gigabytes of bandwidth from Ji Wudi and Ji Chaling, which was more than enough for downloading.

In an instant, countless secret techniques appeared in his mind, which he quickly mastered, as if he had practiced them for decades or even centuries, turning them into instinct.

As for the Nine Dragons Offering Heaven Scripture of the Secret Martial Arts lineage that he cultivated, Hu Long downloaded it, but did not install it.

time is too short.

After his strength was upgraded to the peak of the Blood Transformation stage, his body was still adapting.

It will take at least half a month to continue improving.

There's nothing urgent right now, so Hu Long isn't in a hurry.

But it's always good to download it first.

Afterwards, Hu Long checked Ji Chaling's skills. Although she was also a Yuan Dan realm cultivator, comparisons are inevitable.

Compared to Ji Wudi, he was undoubtedly far inferior. Hu Long only downloaded one skill at the Perfect Realm and did not download any more.

The Ji family has a total of nine Blood Exchange Realm Grandmasters.

Apart from one Blood Transformation Grandmaster and one Yuan Dan Supreme Grandmaster who were not present.

Then, not long afterward...

The other seven blood transfusion masters were all controlled by Hu Long's mental imprint.

With Hu Long's current mental strength and his advanced Spirit Absorption talent, achieving this step would not be difficult.

The dragon energy on these people is even thinner, and they can be forcibly controlled without even absorbing dragon energy.

Just as Hu Long was gradually taking control of the Ji family.

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, in a gold mine on the border of Lebanon.

Deep in the tunnels of a mine shaft, some unknown depths below, the overhead lights were dim.

But it was enough to illuminate the gold-bearing quartz vein in front of us.

Bang!

Jeremy's pneumatic pick struck so hard that his hands went numb, and rock chips fell in a flurry, the dust slowly settling in the humid air.

-

He had been working in this alley for eleven hours, and there was less than an hour left before his shift ended.

suddenly.

He paused as the pickaxe tip pierced the rock face before him.

Because the tactile sensation coming from above is incorrect.

It's not the brittle hardness of quartz, nor the solidity of pyrite, but rather a kind of resilient resistance, almost like resin.

See here.

Jeremy frowned, changed his angle, and lowered the pickaxe again, a small piece of rock shell falling off with a sound.

At the same time, the beam of light from the headlamp shone in.

His breath hitched slightly.

There, embedded in a recess in the rock wall, was a piece of amber.

Even with Jeremy's limited geographical knowledge, he knew that amber could not possibly be found in gold mines.

One is afraid of the heat, the other craves it.

Amber is fossilized resin.

Resin will burn or volatilize directly if the temperature exceeds 150-200℃.

Therefore, it can only form in low-temperature, underground sedimentary rock layers, generally at a depth of no more than a few kilometers.

Gold mines, on the other hand, require gold-bearing hydrothermal fluids at temperatures above 300-600°C to form at greater depths.

Such a high-temperature environment would instantly vaporize the amber, making it impossible for it to remain.

But it just so happens now.

More importantly, the amber in front of us is abnormally large.

Normal amber fragments are no larger than the size of a fist.

The piece in front of me is as big as an adult. In the translucent orange-yellow crystal, light is refracted and scattered by something, as if something solidified flows inside.

Jeremy's hands began to tremble.

It wasn't because of the gold; he had seen enough natural gold that he had long since developed a basic immunity to its allure.

The reason for this is the outline deep within the amber.

With trembling hands, he turned the lights up a bit.

The light from the headlamp penetrated the surface of the crystal, illuminating what was inside.

That was a person.

A complete human figure, clad in silver armor, with silver hair, curled up in the center of the amber, in a posture that resembled sleep.

The outlines of the limbs are clearly discernible, and the folds of the clothing, the curves of the fingertips, and even the direction of the hair are all clearly visible.

It's not a statue, not a stone statue, but a person.

"Oh, damn it!!"

Jeremy took a step back, his back slamming against the alleyway wall, sending pebbles tumbling down.

His first thought was to run, to run out of here, to run onto the ground, to run into the sun.

But his legs wouldn't obey him, and his gaze was fixed on the figure in the amber, as if there was some special attraction to it that he couldn't look away from.

As the light danced across the crystal's surface, casting shifting shadows, he suddenly felt as if the huddled figure had moved slightly.

boom!

The pickaxe slipped from his hand.

Jeremy exploded without warning, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood that had fallen to the ground seemed to be alive, drawn by an invisible force, flowing down the ground and the rock wall into the amber.

Boom!

suddenly.

An extremely subtle sound emanated from inside the amber, similar to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.