Bloody simulator guy III

"How can you fight without a fear of death?" The child cultivator asked, he had seen Hang Fen Fighting for the last season and just couldn't understand. How could someone so careful about preserving their life, run into the fray of battle without any fear?

Hang Fen looked up to the starry sky from the campfire "In truth, I couldn't care about if I live or die," He said, he pointed his open palm and clenched it with a weird air around him "I suppose it's some weird ego, but I won't die without a fight. I'll walk to the peak of this mountain called cultivation as best I could, and if I die, I'll know I did my best."

He stood up and unsheathed his bone blade "I don't care for another's thoughts of me, I don't care if the heavens themselves went against me. When I was younger I felt as if life itself hated me, torturing me in everyway it could, instead of cowering behind the relief of death, I walked forward to give it the middle finger."

He pointed the sword upwards to the sky above, saying with conviction "Anyone who get's in my way will find a way to the grave, no need for them to even know who killed them. Be it my family, friends, stangers, heroes, entire clans, entire races, a world, even the one I love with all my heart, I will massacre them all. That is my dao, my belief, the dao of massacre."

He sat back relaxedly "Of course," he said calmly "That is not my only 'Dao', eternity, survival, gluttony, greed, chaos, wrath. These are but the strongest of my 'Daos', with many more hidden behind."

Hang Fen went back to infusing heart blood into his sword, enjoying monster flesh and purifying his blood stream.

Another season later Hang Fen had cultivated his dao through slaughter, not really caring for the monster population. He never got close to a 4th stage, until today. There's a bigger ravine seperating the 3rd and 4th stage of qi gathering, at that level qi starts to nourish the body, making it harder to kill, but also making it's blood so much better.

Hang Fen rushed forward without fear, jumping out of the way out of a claw attack forwards. He stabbed sword 1 into the chest it left open, then jumped backwards with a backflip, avoiding another claw strike "<Hemorrhage>!"

Hang Fen's voice resounded with a mysterious power, which resonated with the crimson liquid in all things. Blood flowed in excess, tainting the land below crimson.

"<Crimson treads>!" Blood seemed to cover Hang Fen's boots in a layer of blood, which slowly dissapeared with each step, boosting him forward.

Without realizing he started to smile "<Crimson leap>!" All the blood in the surroundings surged to him, burning the essence inside to boost him above the two meter tall monster.

He dropped down and pierced sword 2 into it's heart with a reverse grip "<Dried heart>!" Blood started to crawl onto the sword and then Hang Fen's hand, injecting itself into him, leaving the impurities inside behind. Some impurities also got lodged out of his skin and flowed down back to the monster's heart. Though Hang Fen didn't wait for all that to happen, it took only a second to get his blood and he was done with it.

The Monster fell down on it's last breath after losing it's heart blood, Hang Fen felt quite satisfied at that "I have to ask, but how do you use spiritual arts while a mortal?" A spectating Chen Ming, asked.

He got an answer "As long as you have something to burn for power, be it your life essence, or the blood tainting the soil, you can use it in place of spiritual power."

Hang Fen got to work and drained all the blood, no need to use a spiritual art for that. Then comes the harvest of bones, then the organs, nothing spared. It all had blood afterall!

Another season passed and it was time to say goodbye to the humble genius, he was a great lackey. He has brought great honor to his ancestors, as they were commoners. Hang Fen was actually invited to watch the proceedings.

But when he entered the gates "Look who it is, mr busy pants with a mortal. Praytell good sir, do you thing you're allowed to do that?" A group of cultivators walked infront of the iconic duo, when Chen Ming was going to sooth things out Hang Fen didn't feel like it "What realm are you great sirs?"

The teens laughed in their arrogance "We are of the 2nd realm of qi gathering, praise us mortal. We are geniuses, all the rest are of only the first realm."

Hang Fen relaxed and started to trash talk "Ah! That's good, but you do know my buddy here is of the 3rd realm, right?" Before the teens had a chance to be shocked he continued "Why am I even telling these trash this?"

Hang Fen walked infront of them and held the leader's head in his hand, and forced it to the ground "Trash should eat dirt, do you like it? Now eat like a good little dog."

Hang Fen released his particular aura for a second, but just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Hang Fen calmly walked past, calling to the shocked Chen Ming "The hell are you doing? Are you scared of a trash's retribution or something?"

Hang Fen walked with Chen Ming to a building where you sign up for, Hang Fen paused for a second 'Naa, I'll do it next year and dominate the rankings for the eleven year olds. Instead of barely entering the top ten or something.'

Hang Fen left quickly since he had something called 'Better things' to do, and he did. He hunted for a week, doing what he normally did.

But he did feel that he could no longer grow his dao if he kept doing this, Hang Fen didn't like that. He didn't like that one bit, a day later he got his hands on some rumours saying Chen Ming was accepted as the second rank of that generation. Dissapointing.

Hang Fen expected Chen Ming to kick that 1st placer in the shins, and to at least be seen as twice as talented. A true dissapointment that one, not even being first place.

Hang Fen shook his head like a dissapointed father, while being covered in blood. He had the same amount of love to Chen Ming as his own children, which was enough not to kill them the moment they make a mistake. They were allowed to make one mistake each, the moment they made their second they would be put in the grave, though being annoying with some sense of 'Justice' or something was two mistakes.

"Tsk," Hang Fen clicked his toung in annoyance "There aren't enough monsters at one time to grow my massacre dao."

The time passed with Hang Fen losing track of the time, and he finally found a solution to his long standing predicament; 'Azure dream'. A creation of alchemy highly restricted in its production and sale, and a lure for monsters. The strength of the monsters lured can be predicted by the quality of the concoction, and what Hang Fen wanted was a low quality creation that only went from the 1st to 4th realm of qi gathering.

As such, after getting into contact with Chen Ming and calling him dissapointment a few times, he got him to get Hang Fen some low-quality Azure dream.

Pretty cheap actually, he quickly recieved it in one of his blood pools. Places where Monsters come to hang out where he throws all the monster stuff which he doesn't want anymore, where he sits and watches the monsters and hopes to get enough in one place as to grow his dao.

He made himself the 'owner' of all the blood pools by killing any monster that dared attack him, and not caring who ate what made it a hot-spot.

So... The guy told to bring the azure dream to the biggest blood pool, was shaking in his boots as a few 5th realm qi gathering monsters were eyeing him. Everything at the 6th level or above were not 'supported' by Hang Fen, they were just one level below what he just straight up couldn't deal with.

Right now he is able drive away, but not kill, 6th realm monsters in his greatest blood pool. And yes, it is a fortress filled with blood everywhere, that's what gives him the advantage.

"Haha! Worry not friend!" Hang Fen said with a calm glee "They are what you could call 'Tamed', not in the way cultivators do with pets and the like, but they will not try anything while I'm around. Now give me the package before I give the go ahead to kill you."

The man, while shaking in his boots, took out a package and presented in while very afraid.

Hang Fen took it out of his hands right away and un-packed it, when he saw the signature azure dream cilindrical bottle, he nodded and said "Good, you may go now, however, I am not baby-sitting you on your way out. Good luck~"

He clapped his hands openly "I hope to see you again... In one piece, if fate favors you." He walked away, slowly gaining a laughter that grew and grew as he left.

"It's so nice to be free to be as evil as I like, heh. Guess this whole alien thing ain't all that bad." Hang Fen opened the bottle and dripped a tiny amount of the elixir on to the ground, and saw monsters lurking in its direction. Quite a bit faster than expected, no 5th realms though.

"10/10, would extort again!" He praised the product with an expliary review, happy with his purchase.

He put the bottle into his bloody pocket and happily skipped back to his home in the middle of the bloodpool, made by him and him alone. A place of crimson made of blood, yes, it was because it fit the asthetic and Hang Fen had a lot of free time.

He walked in his western mansion made through a lot of hard work and saw a blood-screw had broken in one of his blood-chairs, he put his hand on the bloody ground, everything was wet with blood here. Not having it solidify due to his dao.

"Blood beyond my veins, condense into a form born of my anima; <Crimson armament>" He chanted as blood flew into his hands, forming a small crimson screw made out of blood in the volume of liters.

"Crimson creation, obey your creator, consume more, and grow into something greater, <Crimson enhancement>" More blood flowed through the air and coagulated on the screw, creating a bloody mess which slowly shrunk back into a deep crimson screw.

"Crimson creation, obey your creator, throw away the impurities, and please your curator, <Cleanse crimson>" Even more blood flowed into the screw, this time having disgusting black liquid came out of it, making Hang Fen not even flinch. This time the screw was crimson but with a grew/white-ish tint.

He wiped of the filthy liquid into a clay bottle, and easily twisted the screw into the chair.

"It does seem that chanting that entire rhyme does increase the effect, good to know, good to know." He said.

Though he paused suddenly because of the screen that appeared in front of him.

[Eleventh year; You killed on your way to a city where you met a up-and-coming cultivator which you helped on his way through cultivation, you purified your blood completely, created multiple 'bloodpools', killed a lot of monsters while being a mortal, created a mansion out of blood, and grew your dao to 99% of nothingness and stand at a barrier blocking your path.]

This is... Interesting. Maybe? I'm not really sure. Not that it matters.

-Written in the 14th of september, 2022.