Corrupted Crimson

"The Blood Princess is sixteen years old, but she's already in the spiritual realm, the same realm as me, and I probably couldn't take a hit from her." The sect master said this with a tone of respect.

"Her bloodline is known as Corrupted Crimson, ranking sixth on the list of known bloodlines."

"She awakened her bloodline as soon as she was born, you are naturally at a disadvantage against her, but I believe you will catch up to her one day."

Jone was very excited to meet this Blood Princess, he wanted to see what this person, who had a similar lineage to his, would be like. His right eye was pulsing slightly, as if he wanted to face her.

"Alright, that's what I had to say. Cultivate well. I hope you surprise me in the competition in six months."

"You are free to do whatever you want again, tomorrow it will be announced that you will be the sect's new direct disciple."

"Be prepared, the direct disciples will not like someone unknown taking Long Fei place, and the core disciples will probably challenge you for stealing the only available direct disciple spot."

"And the chances are high that this will happen the moment you are announced; treat this as a test; these core disciples are all in the Qi Foundation realm just like you; that's all; you can leave."

Jone didn't put these ordinary disciples in his eyes, he felt that they were not worthy of his attention. He just waved at the sect master and left the hall.

Each time Jone learned more about this world and about his eyes, his way of thinking and acting was slightly influenced by his eyes.

After all, he was no longer like these ordinary people, his eyes gave him the arrogance and confidence that would make him stand above everyone one day.

Jone knew that he was still like an ant to the true powers of this world.

But these small core disciples, as well as all the disciples who participated in the demonic branch competition, will be just the first stepping stones that will make him reach further and further.

After Jone left the room, he didn't know where to go or what he would do for the rest of the day.

In the main area of the sect, there wasn't much to do, besides a greater concentration of Qi for cultivation, there wasn't anything interesting, but that wasn't useful for Jone at all.

He then decided to return home and train his techniques. In every technique, there are four degrees of mastery: initial, middle, advanced, and perfect mastery. 

But only those with a great understanding will be able to achieve perfect mastery of a technique.

When some technique is practiced to perfect mastery, its power is doubled, and certain special effects are generated. Like the trail of black feathers that Night Bird Tracks will leave when they reach perfect mastery.

Jone felt that he could reach advanced mastery quickly with the three techniques he chose.

So he returned to his house, but before entering the house, a somewhat cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Who are you? And why are you entering this house?"

Jone turned around and saw a beautiful girl he had seen last night, she was looking coldly in his direction.

As soon as he looked at the girl's face, she also looked at Jone, and then at his eyes. Her expression, which previously seemed cold and a little angry, changed to a somewhat shocked one, and she deliberately spoke in a mumble.

"Beautiful".

She spoke quietly, but Jone listened anyway. Jone didn't show any emotion, but inside he was a little excited.

'That's what was supposed to happen when everyone looked at me'.

'Before the Primordial Aura didn't let people see my true appearance, after the Primordial Aura was turned off, only those blind old men saw me. I had even forgotten that my appearance, along with those eyes, is practically perfect'. Jone thought smugly.

"Thanks for the compliment, so what do you want?" Jone spoke calmly, with no expression on his face.

The girl turned slightly red and embarrassed that Jone had heard, but soon her expression returned cold.

"I asked, Who are you, and why are you entering where only direct disciples can enter?" The girl asked, a little angry, while a sword appeared out of nowhere in her hand.

"I'm Zhang Jun, and if I'm in this place, it's obvious that I'm a new direct disciple, and only you think a little, or do you think that anyone could enter this place without the elders and sect master noticing?" Jone replied sarcastically.

He then entered his house and left a girl staring at her door in disbelief and anger.

"Humpf!! This arrogant guy, who does he think he is?" She stamped one of her feet on the floor and left, irritated with Jone and also irritated with herself for not thinking about something so obvious.

"Master must know who this Zhang Jun is, I will see what makes you so arrogant when you are so weak."