Chapter 110: The Madness of Blood Drop, Sacrificing the People of the Old District
Chapter 110: Chapter 110: The Madness of Blood Drop, Sacrificing the People of the Old District
A blush crept up her jade-white cheeks.
Her exquisite features looked as though they had been meticulously carved by a master Craftsman.
The usual killing intent was gone from her gentle eyes.
It was hard to associate her with the decisive, cold, and merciless Snow Angel.
If not for the fact that the talent entries above her head hadn’t changed,
it was hard to believe they were the same person...
"Hello. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Qin Zhaoxue!"
After a moment, the Snow Angel spoke to Lin Yi with a smile.
Her words had barely faded before Lin Yi snapped back to his senses. "Hello. I—I’m Lin Yi..."
Compared to Qin Zhaoxue, Lin Yi was the one who seemed a little green.
"Xiaoxue, what are you doing here?"
Just then, Tang Qinru walked over.
Qin Zhaoxue smiled. "Captain Chu told me that Lin Yi woke up!"
"I happened to be nearby, so I thought I’d drop by and see how you were doing!"
"But from the looks of it, his complexion is back to normal!"
Hearing this, Lin Yi nodded.
Tang Qinru shot him a glance. "None of you ever give me a moment’s peace, especially that Chu Zhengxiong..."
She had barely said a few words before another flash of anger crossed her eyes.
It seemed her resentment for Chu Zhengxiong had reached an inextinguishable level.
Lin Yi looked at the two stunningly beautiful women before him.
’Sister Qinru,’ he thought, a bit puzzled, ’I’ve been meaning to ask... you all know each other?’
From the moment he woke up until now,
everything Tang Qinru had done suggested she didn’t just know Chu Zhengxiong and the others,
but knew them well.
It was just that, before this, he had never heard any of them mention it.
If he hadn’t gotten injured, he probably still wouldn’t know any of this.
Tang Qinru paused, then raised a hand to brush her bangs aside.
She smiled and nodded. "I wouldn’t say we’re that close. We’re just acquainted!"
"Back when Sister Qinru was in the New District, she was an Alchemist for the Martial Arts Alliance. Many of the pills and medicinal soups came from her formulas. In fact, she even led the team that developed some of the New District’s new compound potions..."
Qin Zhaoxue explained Tang Qinru’s background with a light laugh.
Lin Yi wasn’t too surprised by this revelation about Tang Qinru.
She had already told him she was an Alchemist.
So, the fact that she was from the New District wasn’t all that strange.
With Qin Zhaoxue’s explanation, one belonged to the Martial Arts Alliance, and the other to the Demon Hunting Bureau.
Although he wasn’t sure if the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demon Hunting Bureau had a hierarchical relationship or were on equal footing,
it wasn’t surprising they knew each other, since they were both based in the New District.
Lin Yi nodded, then asked, still a bit puzzled, "Sister Xue and the others came here on a mission. So, Sister Qinru, why did you leave the Martial Arts Alliance and come to the Old District?"
As he finished speaking, Tang Qinru shot Lin Yi a look.
"What else could it be for? I came here to rent you a house, happy now?"
Lin Yi was speechless. "..."
Beside them, Qin Zhaoxue couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
After a long moment, Tang Qinru finally said, "You must be hungry. Come on, I’ll take you two out to eat!"
He hadn’t really felt it before she mentioned it.
But as soon as Tang Qinru spoke, the hunger in his stomach intensified exponentially.
He hadn’t eaten in three days. Although Tang Qinru had given him some nutrient infusions during that time,
that stuff only supplemented his body’s nutrients; it couldn’t replace a real meal.
Now that his body had recovered and his injuries were completely healed,
the depletion of his Qi and Blood was making itself known in his stomach.
An intense hunger washed over him like a raging flood.
Lin Yi dropped the pretense. He desperately needed to eat to replenish his depleted Qi and Blood.
And so, the three of them left the room.
They made their way downstairs.
Lin Yi’s eyes were filled with surprise and curiosity.
He had been unconscious when he was brought here.
Now, as he walked down from the upper floor, he was surrounded by an unfamiliar environment.
It was daytime, and when they reached the second floor,
they saw several Martial Artists who cultivated Martial Arts seeking consultations.
A few practitioners in white coats were checking their pulses and making diagnoses.
When Lin Yi reached the first floor, it was comparatively quieter.
However, when Lin Yi overheard someone spending over ten thousand on just a few sets of medicine,
he finally understood why Tang Qinru was so wealthy.
The medicines in the cabinets on the first floor were all related to Martial Arts. Things like Blood Replenishing Soup and Blood Replenishing Pills were the most basic and common remedies.
There were also many other medicines he had never even heard of, with ridiculously high prices.
At that moment, Lin Yi truly understood the meaning of the old saying.
"Poverty for scholars, wealth for warriors."
This phrase had been passed down since ancient times.
To master martial arts, talent alone was far from enough.
The path of martial arts was a money pit.
Those who practiced martial arts not only had astonishing appetites, eating far more than ordinary people,
but also had to use all sorts of medicines to enhance their physical strength.
For instance, people in ancient times often soaked in medicinal baths.
This was to achieve the effect of tempering their bodies.
And these were just the basics. So, the saying that practicing martial arts burns through money was no exaggeration at all.
Tang Qinru didn’t stop on the first floor.
After coming down, she led Lin Yi and Qin Zhaoxue toward the back.
They went through a back door and entered another huge room.
The furnishings and decor here completely imitated an ancient style.
It was purely retro.
Even the tables and chairs were mahogany grandmaster chairs and traditional eight-person tables.
In the very center of the room was a round mahogany table.
On it were several bowls, all turned upside down.
"Have a seat first!"
Lin Yi and Qin Zhaoxue nodded. A short while later,
Tang Qinru returned and uncovered the bowls on the round table one by one.
"These are all made from Demon Beast Meat. Although your injuries have healed, you’ve lost a lot of Qi and Blood!"
"Eating some Demon Beast Meat will help you recover your Qi and Blood!"
Hearing this, Lin Yi nodded and thanked Tang Qinru.
He was so hungry now that he couldn’t be bothered with formalities.
He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat...
Seeing him devour the food, Tang Qinru and Qin Zhaoxue, who were sitting beside him,
quickly said, "Slow down! No one’s going to fight you for it!"
Qin Zhaoxue couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
As a fellow martial artist,
she could understand his frantic eating.
Having not eaten for three days and three nights, every bite of food was precious to Lin Yi.
He could even convert all of it into Qi and Blood to replenish what he had lost.
Seeing his mouth stuffed with food,
Tang Qinru turned, ladled a bowl of soup for Lin Yi, and handed it to him.
"This soup has a medicine I specially prepared. Drinking it will help you quickly recover your Qi and Blood. Eat slowly, don’t choke. If it’s not enough, I’ll have Lao Huang make you some more..."
...
Inside a desolate and rarely visited building, the dim light created an indescribably oppressive atmosphere.
Everyone here wore long black robes.
On the back of each robe was a massive Blood Drop emblem.
Several hundred Blood Drop Believers were gathered here.
And in an inconspicuous corner,
Lin Yu, also wearing the same black robe, kept his head slightly lowered as he surveyed his surroundings.
Before long, a door opened.
In an instant, all the Blood Drop Believers in the hall hurriedly bowed.
Then, a dozen or so people walked out from the doorway.
They wore similar robes.
Except their robes were entirely blood-red.
This created a stark contrast with those in black robes.
These dozen or so red-robed individuals stood before a long table at the front.
They too were humble, bowing slightly at the waist.
Until one person took a seat first.
The other dozen or so red-robed believers then took their seats as well.
After a long silence, a childish voice echoed through the quiet hall.
"I hear Wu Liang was killed by people from the Demon Hunting Bureau?"
As soon as the words were spoken, someone immediately responded, "Yes. He was killed by the combined efforts of the Demon Hunting Bureau’s Chu Zhengxiong, Han Bin, and Mo Ya!"
"Heh heh heh... so they actually followed us here!"
"That’s quite a surprise!"
"He’s dead, so he’s dead. Wu Liang’s death can be considered a sacrifice for the Blood Drop!"
"The Demon King is about to be born and requires a massive amount of blood essence... So, let the outcasts of the Old District become the ingredients. Let them use the blood essence in their bodies as a sacrifice to the Demon King and usher in a new era..."
After that person finished speaking,
all the Blood Drop Believers quickly rose to their feet.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
Only Lin Yu, in the corner, had a peculiar look flickering in his eyes.
His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought...