Chương 63: War God’s : — Chapter 63 - I Might Have to Be a Bit Offensive Toward You!

Wang Xian nodded. This was the importance of knowledge. In his previous life, he'd spent all his time killing on the Alien Star Battlefield, gaining deep understanding of the beasts there. But when it came to mutant beasts native to Blue Star? Wang Xian's knowledge was limited. After his rebirth, he'd focused heavily on liberal arts precisely to better understand Blue Star's history and learn more about exotic beasts. In the modern era, liberal arts held just as much status as martial studies.

The iterative research of cultivation techniques, for instance, required numerous researchers. When a martial artist created a new martial art, it was no longer like ancient times where the creator had to slowly refine it themselves, consuming vast time and energy. Now, optimization and refinement were handed to martial arts research institutes. The Primordial Chaos Breathing Method was a perfect example. After he'd created it in his previous life, the state personally undertook its refinement.

Only after extensive experimental studies did they plan to gradually promote it. Not to mention other industries like martial combat gear manufacturing, which all required extensive research. A martial artist, with mind and spirit unified and focused solely on the martial path, simply lacked the energy to research other things.

"This isn't your fault..." The woman thought for a moment.

"That Crimson Blood Mountain Lord underwent a spirit core mutation. With a Tiger Soul Spirit Core as its power source, it won't fear a prolonged fight with me. Defeating it using my previous methods is probably impossible now."

"Due to its unique nature, even before mutating into an exotic beast, the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord was already an exceptionally powerful ancient beast. After mutation, it's even stronger than ordinary exotic beasts."

"Otherwise it wouldn't have been able to occupy Tiger Roar Pool."

"It's just..." She suddenly coughed several times. A flush spread across her cheeks at visible speed. Even her snow-white neck faintly reddened. She hastily fumbled at her waist for a small blue bottle, hurriedly opened it, and poured the contents into her mouth. The pale blue liquid emitted extremely pure energy and carried a medicinal fragrance. Unfortunately, there wasn't much left. With that pour, she emptied it completely. Wang Xian glanced at her wound.

Scarlet blood flowed continuously along the claw marks like magma. In his mind, he recalled the introduction about the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord he'd heard on the train:'Its blood is fierce and potent. Its scent can ignite the vital energy within a martial artist's body and stir up desire. Exercise extreme caution!'

"Your injury is serious..." Wang Xian turned around. The woman turned her face aside, pulling her torn clothes upward. She nodded slightly and lowered her voice:"Not too serious... I just need time to recover."

"That Crimson Blood Mountain Lord should be searching for me right now. After a while, when it can't find me, it'll return to the cold pool."

"I inquired before coming. It generally only stays at the cold pool for 2 to 3 days before going out to patrol." Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

"We can find an opportunity to leave then."

"As for that beast, I'll deal with it next time." Wang Xian pondered. Was it really that easy? A sixth-realm martial artist's strength was extraordinary. Reaching this realm unlocked the sixth genetic chain of martial talent, granting an immensely powerful body and the ability to possess one's own 'Domain.' Within the Domain, talent was boundless and the martial artist reigned supreme. Ordinary people couldn't even look upon it directly. That was why the sixth realm was called Martial Venerable.

But that Crimson Blood Mountain Lord possessed a Tiger Soul Spirit Core. It was likely even stronger than the train broadcast had described. Now that its claws had left wounds, once its blood permeated a martial artist's entire body, combined with the Malevolent Qi contained within the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord's blood, even a Martial Venerable might not escape unscathed. Let alone a martial artist without healing abilities. Wang Xian took out some hidden dry rations and handed her a portion.

The cave fell into temporary silence, broken only by faint chewing sounds echoing intermittently. After eating, the woman sank into sleep, though the longsword never left her hand. But it wasn't long before she woke again. Her entire body trembled slightly, as if cold, yet also as if hot. Her eyes remained cold as frost and snow, but her cheeks had begun flushing once more. Clearly, her injury had worsened.

"Your wound is contaminated with the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord's blood..." Wang Xian said thoughtfully.

"When I came, I learned some basic intel about it... its blood..." The woman abruptly looked up, her gaze sharp as she fixed it on Wang Xian. But due to some unknown influence, what should have been a sharp gaze instead carried a hint of something electric.

"......" Wang Xian.

"You don't need to worry about it..." Her eyes glanced at Wang Xian, as if seeing through something, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth. This wasn't a question of whether he wanted to worry about it. It was a matter of life and death for both of them.

"I have a way to help you." Wang Xian spoke bluntly.

"It's just that I might have to be a bit... offensive."

"No!" The woman's face instantly flushed crimson, her rebuke thundering.

"Absolutely not! Impossible!"

"Listen to me..."

"No means no! There's nothing more to discuss!"

"Then I'm afraid we'll both end up dead here," Wang Xian said.

"If your injury isn't treated, you won't be able to leave this place. You have the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord's blood on you. The Primordial Cicada Garment can conceal you for a while, but as your injury worsens and the tiger blood permeates your entire body..."

"When that happens, your scent will be impossible to hide." How could the woman not understand this? Otherwise she would have chosen to leave long ago. She gripped the Frost Longsword tightly. Her legs pressed together slightly. She looked again at the man before her. His appearance was passable, with youthful air still lingering between his brows, though his eyes held a steadiness that didn't belong to someone his age. Yet his actions were far from steady. This boy, 20 at most, was far too young.

Yet he possessed an intensely contradictory aura. And treating the injury was actually very simple... One only needed to neutralize the negative effects brought by the Malevolent Qi in the tiger blood. Then, relying on powerful talent and physique, even without medicine, such a severe injury could fully recover within a week at most. Wang Xian shrugged. Well, nothing to be done about that. He had plenty of methods to leave on his own.

It was just that disturbing the Crimson Blood Mountain Lord might mean he couldn't cultivate here anymore. His original intention was for her injury to recover, then find a way for her to kill that Mountain Lord. That way, he could cultivate here peacefully for a month or two. The woman's hand gripped tighter and tighter, as if struggling, or perhaps considering. Suddenly, she spoke:"First, tell me about your situation."

"Let me understand a bit. No need for great detail, just tell me about your family." Wang Xian, seeing this, gave a simple account. When she heard that his parents had died in battle years ago defending the city, leaving him an orphan with his third uncle as guardian, and that he'd mostly cultivated alone while growing up, a trace of sorrow and a hint of tender pity surfaced in her eyes. He was also a pitiable soul...

"Alright!" After thinking for a long time, the woman finally lowered her head, her tone filled with struggle, and the longsword in her hand loosened slightly.

"But afterward, both you and I must forget this matter entirely! And must never speak of it to anyone!"

"If you can do that..."

"No problem." Wang Xian nodded.

"Then... go ahead..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum. The sternness was gone, replaced by a trace of feminine softness. Wang Xian walked over. The woman trembled all over, inhaling the scent of a man she'd never smelled before, and closed her eyes. Like a fish on a chopping board. Waiting to be scaled and gutted. The next second, Wang Xian reached out and tore open the cloth covering the wound on her shoulder. Then he lowered his mouth and sucked. HISS! The woman's entire body jolted.

Her eyes opened in a daze as she looked at the head buried below her shoulder and murmured:"You... what are you doing?"

"?" Wang Xian looked up, his mouth full of tiger blood. He licked the corner of his lips.

"Sucking the tiger blood out of you."

"What else would I be doing?" This is good stuff. It can help me cultivate a divine meridian!

"......" The woman. In that instant, her eyes bloomed like peach blossoms in spring, filled with embarrassment. This... is what you meant by being offensive? ➤ Next: Hard or Soft, I'm the One Who Decides!