C7 Cultivate the Body!

The butcher gazed at Ye Xiangyang with a look of kindness and smiled warmly. "Child, you absolutely mustn't consume beast blood. What do you need it for?"

Ye Xiangyang was aware of their well-meaning concerns. Demon Beast Blood was infused with the ferocious spirit of the Demon Beast and even contained toxins. It was not fit for human consumption, as it could potentially turn someone into a demon.

With a gentle smile, Ye Xiangyang replied, "Uncle, I'm well aware that Demon Beast Blood isn't edible. It serves a different purpose for me. Please trust me."

Seeing the honesty in Ye Xiangyang's face, they chuckled. "Well then, we'll deliver five large barrels of beast blood to you."

At the residence of Ye Xianghui.

Inside the cool stone dwelling, the Ye family's physician was attending to Ye Xianghui's hands, which had multiple bone fractures. Without several weeks of healing, a full recovery would be impossible.

Ye Xianghui's cries of agony were heart-wrenching as tears and sweat streamed down his face.

His features twisted into a venomous scowl as he cried out, "Father, Big Brother, you must avenge me!"

Ye Xiangyang's elder brother, Ye Xiangguang, was a towering figure, his eyes protruding, his body shaking, and his jaws clenched tight. The family elders had declared that Ye Xianghui was to bear the consequences of his actions, and they would not punish Ye Xiangyang.

Ye Xiangguang was infuriated by their exasperating response. Through gritted teeth, he assured, "Rest easy, I will seek vengeance for you."

"I'm in so much pain," Ye Xianghui wailed as the physician continued his work.

A cold murderous glint shone in Ye Xiangguang's eyes as he seethed internally: When has my family ever suffered such indignity? Ye Xiangyang, your cruelty knows no bounds. Even if there was animosity between you, there was no need for such brutality. You've nearly rendered Ye Xianghui's hands useless, potentially ruining his future. I swear I will have my revenge.

Ye Xingyue was taken aback upon hearing the day's events. The fact that Ye Xiangyang had defeated a Profound Warrior Two Star was certainly no fluke. Could it be that he had previously cultivated Profound Qi?

"Summon someone to investigate whether Ye Xiangyang has ever cultivated Profound Qi," he commanded.

Before long, Ye Xingyue had the answer he sought: Ye Xiangyang had never before practiced any martial skills or cultivation techniques.

Ye Xingyue was perplexed. Despite having never trained in any techniques or martial skills, Ye Xiangyang had managed to defeat a Profound Warrior of the Two Star rank. Could it be that he possessed innate divine strength?

Ye Wentian, upon learning of the day's events, expressed his concern to his child, "You acted too rashly, my child."

Ye Xiangyang nodded in understanding, recognizing that his father's admonition stemmed from worry.

His father didn't grasp his perspective. He believed that the strong must press forward with courage, not shrink back in fear, otherwise reaching the pinnacle of a Martial Cultivator would remain elusive.

Knowing that discussing this with his father would be futile, he feigned acquiescence.

As night fell, the stars sprinkled their light, shrouding the world in a misty veil.

Amidst the refreshing night breeze, Ye Xiangyang approached the five barrels brimming with Demon Beast Blood.

The pungent scent of blood was overwhelmingly unpleasant to Ye Xiangyang.

From what he understood of the Martial God Heavenly Arts, this technique could absorb all forms of energy, with Demon Beast Blood being particularly amenable to absorption.

A Martial Cultivator typically draws energy from various sources: the Profound Qi between heaven and earth, the medicinal essence in herbs, the Profound Crystal within Profound Crystal Rocks, the energy from Demonic Beast Inner Cores, talisman energy, and the power from great formations, among others. Yet, he had never heard of anyone capable of assimilating the energy from Demon Beast Blood.

Perhaps this was why the Martial God Heavenly Arts were deemed a Celestial Rank Cultivation Art—its formidable and domineering nature allowed it to assimilate any energy.

To truly understand the effects of this technique on absorbing Demon Beast Blood, he would have to experiment firsthand.

Determined to test it, Ye Xiangyang didn't hesitate; hesitation simply wasn't in his nature.

Stripping off his clothes, he plunged into the vat of beast blood. The sticky Demon Beast Blood was intensely uncomfortable.

Martial God Heavenly Arts.

Ye Xiangyang commenced the cultivation technique he had learned and began his practice.

Instantly, his body flushed red, and even his smooth cheeks were marked with red tortoise shell patterns the size of fingernails. A soft red glow traced the contours of the patterns.

Energy threaded through his bloodstream, eagerly drawn into the tortoise shell patterns that spanned his entire body. Each square inch of his skin stung as if besieged by a swarm of needles.

The rich vitality coursing through him left Ye Xiangyang brimming with vigor. Remarkably, cultivation seemed to serve as a substitute for rest.

Faint traces of Profound Qi from the environment seeped into his body, coalescing into Profound Strength.

After six hours, he had fully absorbed the energy from the barrel of Demon Beast Blood.

Ye Xiangyang's skin had thickened considerably, now resembling that of a Demon Beast. Predominantly sourced from Raging Bulls raised in captivity, he pondered if his skin had adopted traits of the Raging Bulls due to the absorption of their blood's energy.

He didn't dwell on it, though; such resources were scarce treasures.

One large bucket of Demon Beast Blood held the energy equivalent to three Profound Qi Pills.

He was making the most of what was discarded by others. The Demon Beast Blood presented him with an opportunity to ascend from adversity. He was determined to cultivate diligently, not squandering this precious chance.

At home, Ye Xiangyang began to practice the Southern Bear Fist, channeling all his might into each punch. His skin and muscles quivered with the force of his strikes, his bones shuddering with each movement.

After three rounds of the Southern Bear Fist, his strength was utterly spent.

He laboriously made his way to a large vat and plunged in. As the blood's energy melded into his being, his strength gradually returned.

Dawn approached as Ye Xiangyang finished siphoning the energy from the final vat of blood. A subtle orange-red hue emerged on his skin—he was advancing towards the Profound Warrior Two Star rank.

By Ye Xiangyang's estimation, his cultivation progress manifested through his skin's coloration: One Star gleamed a vivid red, Two Star an orange hue, and Three Star a yellow tint.

To reach the pinnacle of Two Star, one would need to absorb the energy of roughly a hundred Profound Qi Pills.

He would require no less than thirty buckets of Demon Beast Blood for such a feat.

This method proved far more advantageous than relying on Profound Qi Pills, which were prohibitively expensive. The Ye family could procure two buckets of Demon Beast Blood daily at no cost—a benefit he was keen to utilize.