Chapter 133 The Devil Tang Chen_2

Many Hao Tian Clan disciples nodded in agreement.

Then they heard Tang San speak loudly, "Now, each of you come forward, and drop a drop of your blood into the bowl. If it merges with the blood of our ancestor, stand behind me. Afterwards, I will grant you a tremendous fortune."

What?

A tremendous fortune?

The disciples of the Hao Tian Clan were all excited upon hearing this.

"Heh heh, it must be that the ancestor is going to impart a secret technique to the sect disciples."

"Indeed, being able to merge with the ancestor's bloodline means they are the elite among the Hao Tian Clan disciples. They will certainly receive focused training."

"I really hope that I will be selected, with the ancestor's guidance, how can my strength not soar?"

"..."

Privately, quite a few people began whispering among themselves.

Some didn't speak but clenched their fists tightly, all silently praying to be chosen by Tang Chen.

"Let's begin now, one by one."

At this moment, Tang San's voice rang out.

"I'll go first."

"I'll go first."

It must be said, the children's spirits were running high.

The corners of Tang Chen's eyes twitched involuntarily.

If these people knew that what awaited them was not an opportunity but a disaster, what would their feelings be?

"They would probably be very desperate..." he muttered to himself inwardly.

"Don't rush, line up one by one..."

At this moment, Tang San spoke up, making arrangements.

The blood-dropping process began swiftly.

"No good."

"No good."

"Still no good."

Tang San kept shaking his head, his expression growing more solemn.

"Could it be that not a single person among these can merge with the ancestor's bloodline?"

"If that is the case, it would be quite difficult to handle."

He had already been contemplating, if the blood fusion path didn't work, how to save Tang Chen and himself.

After thinking it through, there was only one option left.

"Immortal Herbs, if there are suitable Immortal Herbs, resolving the toxic problem in Tang Chen's and my body wouldn't be too difficult," Tang San thought to himself.

But speaking of Immortal Herbs, there was one person that couldn't be ignored.

Qin Xiao...

And upon mentioning Qin Xiao, Tang San felt an itch in his teeth from hatred.

"Damn it."

"This Qin Xiao is too ruthless, not leaving a single Immortal Herb for me. But"

"If I tell Tang Chen about the Immortal Herbs, I wonder what his chances will be..."

Tang San was very hesitant.

He knew well that Tang Chen was in poor condition, and if he were to fight with Qin Xiao, triggering a relapse of old injuries, the consequences...

would be unimaginable.

Difficult!

It was indeed very difficult!

Tang San felt he was on the verge of breaking down.

"It merged!"

"Look, my blood has merged with the ancestor's!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came from in front of Tang San.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth was pointing at the blood merging in the bowl, shouting with surprise.

"It seems there is still hope," Tang San noted, his eyes lighting up.

Now, it seemed there was no need to tell Tang Chen about the Immortal Herbs and fight a life or death battle with Qin Xiao.

"You, stand behind me first," Tang San gestured to the youth, then turned to the others and said, "The rest of you, continue."

"If he can do it, I believe I can too."

"I believe that I am also a chosen one."

As the first person was identified, the rest were as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"There it is, I have it too!"

Soon, a second Hao Tian Clan disciple whose blood merged with Tang Chen's was found.

Then a third, and a fourth...

After quite some time.

More than a hundred Hao Tian Clan disciples completed the test.

However, only about twenty were selected.

"Xiaosan, do you think these people are enough?"

At this time, Tang Chen's voice suddenly rang in Tang San's ear.

Tang San looked at Tang Chen and knew he was using the Sound-thread Telepathy to communicate, so he nodded to indicate it was enough.

"Good!"

Tang Chen nodded emphatically, then waved a hand at those not chosen, "The rest may step back for now, Tang Hu and the selected disciples stay."

"Ah, what a pity."

"The chance to soar is gone."

"I'm really envious of those who were selected."

The remaining disciples, though reluctant, did not dare to defy Tang Chen and left one after another.

Tang Chen looked at Tang Hu and instructed, "Now, select a place where no one will disturb us and take us there."

"Ancestor, Uncle Hao, follow me."

As he spoke, Tang Hu led everyone to a secret chamber.

...

Dark, damp.

Flames from torches flickered, illuminating the cave.

"Ancestor, Uncle Hao, you can rest assured, no one will disturb us here, it's sufficient for you to teach the sect disciples,"

Tang Hu said excitedly.

Without a doubt, this place was also a refuge created by the Hao Tian Clan, having survived the calamitous battle that annihilated the sect.

"Hmm, not bad."

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction, then said to Tang Hu, "You go and wait outside for now; if there's anything, we will call for you."

"Ah, okay."

Tang Hu hesitated for a moment but nodded.

Inevitably, he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

In fact, he had desperately hoped to stay behind, to receive guidance from the ancestor like those selected sect disciples and thereby increase his Cultivation Level.

"Forget it, it seems I, Tang Hu, am not that fortunate," he sighed silently to himself and left, disheartened.

"Xiaosan, is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"

At that moment, Tang Chen asked.

Tang San shook his head, "Ancestor, you can start now. After you've exchanged blood, take the Spiritual Medicine I've prepared for you to rid yourself of the hidden dangers in your body."

Blood exchange?

Ridding the body of hidden dangers?

Something seems off, doesn't it?

At that moment, the remaining twenty or so Hao Tian Clan disciples showed a look of horror on their faces.

They noticed something amiss.

Maybe it wasn't what they had thought.

"You, come here."

At that moment, Tang Chen pointed at one of the Hao Tian Clan disciples and spoke.

"Ancestor..."

The youth approached tremblingly.

But in the next moment, he felt a gust of wind pass by, and his arm was grasped by someone.

It was none other than Tang Chen.

Rip.

In the next instant, his palm had been sliced open by a blade, and blood flowed freely.

In contrast, Tang Chen's hands were even bloodier, with his own palms slit open as well.

Immediately after, Tang Chen clutched the young man's palm.

"Ancestor..."

The youth called out in panic.

However, after that single outcry, he could no longer speak.

His body began to convulse like chaff in the wind.

His complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tang Chen frantically transferred Soul Power, driving the flow of blood in both their bodies.

Slurping sounds.

A large amount of toxic blood flowed out through the wound in his left palm.

With his right hand tightly grasping the Hao Tian Clan disciple's hand, he crazily absorbed the disciple's blood, replenishing himself.

"Sss, this feeling..."

"Comfortable!"

Tang Chen narrowed his eyes and let out a moan.

With fresh blood flowing in, he felt a burst of lightness.

Conversely, the Hao Tian Clan disciple, whose blood was being gradually drained, now had an expression twisted with pain.

His features were drawn together, hideous and terrifying.

"Ancestor, you, you must stop..."

In this moment of life and death, he finally made a sound.

He desperately pleaded with Tang Chen, hoping the elder would spare him.

But was that possible?

Tang Chen shook his head, "Stop, it's impossible to stop. Your lives exist for me; this is fate. Besides, your sacrifice, if it could save my life, would be a great honor for you. What more could you ask for? Have you forgotten the teachings of our sect? The interests of the sect come above all else."

Having finished speaking,

he let go of his hand.

It wasn't out of mercy; it was because the young man in his grasp had been drained of his blood and turned into a mummified corpse.

Thump.

The young man fell to the ground, and an even more ghastly scene ensued.

His body shattered like broken porcelain, falling into pieces.

Silence.

The silence of death.

Everyone's eyes widened and mouths hung open, filled with shock and terror.

"This, this isn't opportunity — it's demanding our lives."

"Cruel!"

"It's too cruel; is the ancestor a devil?"

The many Hao Tian Clan disciples began to back away in panic, and some even let out cries of terror.

In the end, they were still children.

Some even thought the scene before them was more horrifying than the day the Hao Tian Clan was breached.