Undying Blood: The Path of the Ancient God

Chapter 4

They anticipated Mu Qiu, whose dantian had been shattered, to strike himself.

The idea seemed as absurd as a three-year-old child fighting a grown man!

This Zhao Wuliang, he's truly despicable!

"Slap!"

There was a crisp slap sound!

Just when everyone thought Mu Qiu did not dare to move, Mu Qiu really gave Zhao Wuliang a harsh slap in the face.

This slap, intentionally infused with the power of ancient gods.

He was just intending to test the power of these inherited abilities!

Suddenly, Zhao Wuliang was thrown backward and landed heavily on the ground.

He struggled for a long while, groaned softly, and coughed up two mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Half of his face was swollen red!

The entire place immediately fell into silence.

So quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

All the disciples who were spectating were dumbfound and speechless for a long while.

Mu Qiu's Dantian was shattered, with no inner energy, how could he possibly fight against Zhao Wuliang?

With a small laugh, Mu Qiu got up.

He slowly walked forward, with people clearing his path.

Mu Qiu approached Zhao Wuliang.

He squatted down, and without any warning, grabbed Zhao Wuliang's hair and dragged him along as he walked away.

As he walked, he shook his head in disbelief, "I really can't stand you, who begs others to hit them. Zhao Wuliang, tell me, are you a sadist?"

"Mu Qiu! You... you're signing your own death warrant!" Zhao Wuliang, being dragged like a ragdoll by Mu Qiu, was thrashing about like a fish out of water, crying out, "My cousin, my cousin absolutely won't let you go."

Dragging Zhao Wuliang, Mu Qiu left the dining hall to a shaded area.

With a casual fling, dust arose in every direction.

"If you continue to wail, believe it or not, I'll cripple you before your cousin gets here!" Mu Qiu lightly laughed as he put his foot on Zhao Wuliang's body, "It's forbidden for disciples to fight to the death within the sect, but everyone saw, everyone heard, it was you who asked me to hit you."

Zhao Wuliang didn't dare to make a fuss anymore. He was still under Mu Qiu's foot, begging softly, "Mu Qiu, no, Brother Mu, I was wrong. Please spare me. If you cripple me, the Enforcement Hall won't let you go. I promise I won't do it again!"

In fact, Zhao Wuliang wasn't brave at all. He was just a paper tiger.

Upon hearing Mu Qiu planned to disable him, he instantly capitulated.

"Spare you? Possible, go ahead, eat all the food on the floor."

"Huh?"

"Eat or not?"

Mu Qiu frowned and stamped hard on Zhao Wuliang's arm.

Crack!

"Ah..."

Zhao Wuliang screamed, nodding fervently. "Okay, I'll eat, I'll eat!"

He hurriedly stood up, only to be knocked back down by Mu Qiu who then chuckled, "Did I say you could get up and eat?"

"No... no!"

Zhao Wuliang was on the brink of tears, yet he dared not rebel.

Thus, he obediently crawled back onto the floor, crawling towards the dining hall.

The surrounding disciples dared not approach. They watched Zhao Wuliang painfully swallowing the food off the ground, and then Mu Qiu lounging under the shade of a tree, and they looked at each other in surprise.

They had no idea that the situation would turn out like this!

Usually, nobody dared to provoke Zhao Wuliang, who ran rampant among the outer disciples. But at this moment, he was like a dog, forced by a waste with a shattered dantian to eat food off the ground.

Mu Qiu, always low-key after his Dantian was destroyed.

But today, he was being so domineering.

Could it be that Mu Qiu's cultivation power had been restored?

But that punch that Mu Qiu threw at Zhao WuLiang, clearly, there were no true qi fluctuations at all.

Could it be, had he truly embarked on that elusive and unbelievable path of proving one's Dao with force?

"This weather, it's really hot, isn't it?"

Stretching lazily, Mu Qiu yawned and leisurely walked into the dining hall.

Ignoring the gazes of the other disciples, he walked straight to the serving window and smilingly said, "Please give me three servings to go, I appreciate it."

"Um..." the disciple serving the food snapped back to reality, hurriedly nodding and said, "Alright, alright!"

This time, he didn't dare to call Mu Qiu a glutton again, helping him package the food neatly.

"Thanks!"

Accepting the food, Mu Qiu chuckled and turned to leave the dining hall.

He paused briefly as he passed by Zhao Wuliang, who was trembling on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.

Then, under the astonished eyes of the other disciples, he quickly left the dining hall.

On his way home, he couldn't help but reflect.

For three years, there had been nothing but mockery and humiliation.

He had been patient all this time, and today was his day of turnaround.

From that day forth, no one would be able to humiliate him any longer!

From the moment he set foot on the ladder of ancient divine inheritance, Mu Qiu's character underwent a significant change.

Rebellious and unruly, decisive in killing, he became immeasurably tough!

"Setting aside the physical strength, my current ancient divine power is almost comparable to the cultivation of the third level in martial arts," Mu Qiu secretly thought to himself. "If my conjecture is correct, every level of the Heavenly Stair corresponds to a layer of martial arts."

"If I can step onto the tenth step and consume a drop of the Ancient God's blood, I can stand on par with the cultivators at the Transcendent Realm."

With this thought, Mu Qiu's passion was ignited, and he hastened his pace back to his quarters.

Mu Qiu's quarters were located halfway up the Qianlong Peak of the outer sect.

It was not bad; it was a separate small courtyard.

However, none of the other disciples lived here.

After all, nobody was willing to live with someone who had practiced demonic arts, and whose cultivation had become utterly wasted.

Unlucky!

The day was still early, and the small courtyard was relatively quiet and desolate.

Yet, Mu Qiu was perfectly content with this!

Having swiftly finished consuming the three portions of food he had brought back, he burped satisfactorily.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mu Qiu shifted his thoughts and entered the inheritance space once again.

Enshrouded in blood mist, he stood before the Heavenly Steps.

"This time, I am going to ascend to the fifth step!"

Mu Qiu made up his mind and stepped directly onto the Stairway of Inheritance.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned...

Within just an hour, Mu Qiu was directly ejected from the Inheritance Space.

Fortunately, it was not without some gain!

After much effort, he finally reached the fourth step.