My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

566 Atavism!

The sky was filled with blood beads that abruptly morphed into a golden hue. From the emptiness emerged Sanskrit chants, with droplets of invincible Vajra blood materializing as though genuine Vajras were present.

Qin Huai’s eyes reflected rage, and his murderous intent surged like a relentless wave. “Blood release technique, Vajra rain!”

The blood droplets in the sky began to plummet like sharp swords. Carried by a powerful gust, the whistling sound echoed like a golden thunderclap. The immense illusionary wings created by the thousands of Kun Peng demons were instantly perforated by Qin Huai’s invincible Vajra blood.

“How can this be?” Tang Pi’s pupils contracted. Around him, the clansmen who had just entered the bone pattern realm began to drop from the sky like raindrops.

Tang Pi roared, thrusting his hands toward the sky. The massive Kun Peng wings at his back conjured up a tempest, attempting to counter the dense golden rain above. With every golden raindrop that fell on Tang Pi’s wings, his body trembled as if struck by a massive stone.

Hiss…

A corrosive sound emanated from Tom’s wings, and upon close inspection, Tang Pi noticed his pure-blooded wings were emitting a fog-like substance, their feathers seemingly damaged.

Although this was a minor setback, he was nearly a pure-blooded Kun Peng, with his body’s resilience surpassing imaginable bounds. Even a treasured weapon might not have much impact, let alone a drop of blood.

A chilling realization swept over Tang Pi as he sensed the lethal potency of the golden rain. The golden deluge that blanketed the sky possessed the destructive power of a treasured weapon. Though he was shaken, the clansmen in the visceral prefecture realm beside him were relatively unharmed.

However, hardly any of the pillars in the Bone Pattern Realm could withstand even a few drops of the golden rain. The Kun Peng formation, which he had specifically devised to counter Wang Kun’s blood sea, had been riddled with holes under Qin Huai’s golden onslaught. Had it not been for the protection of this formation, Tang Pi would have suffered substantial losses among his ranks.

“Qin Huai! Let’s talk!” Tang Pi cried out, his heart sinking. Despite his extreme reluctance, he had no choice but to extend this proposal. If he didn’t, only a handful of his Kun Peng clan would remain, hardly a clan by any standards.

“Sure.” Qin Huai stood aloof in the distant sky. The cries of the Kun Peng demons rose and fell, but his expression remained unaffected. To him, his experience points were rapidly increasing, and he discovered a surprising bonus: his Vajra rain could trigger endless blood.

As blood was a part of his body, when it landed on the demons’ bodies, it felt as though Qin Huai’s main body was engaged in combat with them.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of tempering resonated in his ears, signifying that Qin Huai would earn double the vitality experience points for slaying a demon. He absorbed countless orbs of qi and blood experience, further enhancing his already formidable qi and blood power.

“Qin Huai, could you stop the rain for a moment?!” Tang Pi pleaded, his forehead veins bulging as he observed Qin Huai’s indifference. This chapter is updated by N(o)vᴇl(F)ire

“Why not try persuading me before all your clansmen die?” Qin Huai responded calmly.

Ever since the opposing side planned to massacre the ten counties of East Qingzhou, Qin Huai had resolved to retaliate. Regardless of what Tang Pi might say, Qin Huai was unshakeable.

Expecting mercy was like threading a needle — extremely precarious. His return at this juncture was fortuitous. Had he been delayed a few more days in the spirit world, the ten counties could have descended into despair, a thought Qin Huai didn’t dare entertain. Moreover, it wasn’t the first time Sect Master Tang had overstepped his boundaries.

“I swear on my blood, I will help you fight the white-robed king and the Sacred Heart Sect!” Tang Pi’s voice reverberated loudly.

Yet, the golden rain showed no signs of relenting, and the ongoing wailing echoed a heart-wrenching tune.

“I will never be your enemy in this life, nor will I ever harm a single soul from the ten counties of East Qinzhou!” Tom proclaimed through gritted teeth.

However, Qin Huai remained unmoved.

“You have no intention of reconciliation, do you?” Tang Pi finally acknowledged. “If you wish to fight to the death, I shall keep you company!”

Tang Pi’s aura surged, his body swelling to multiple times its original size. His limbs started to morph, his skin wrinkling and sprouting gray scales, which gradually became cloaked in feathers. His fingers began to resemble the razor-sharp talons of a predatory bird.

Atavism. The human form of a pure-blooded Kun Peng was not their most formidable form. Only by reverting to their original form could they exhibit their genuine strength.

A Kun Peng cried out. It wasn’t a dragon or an eagle, but a sound that echoed through the skies. The resonating sound waves seemed to slow the golden rain in the air.

As the sound of exploding wings resonated, Qin Huai swiftly pivoted and delivered a punch.

Bang!

His force cleaved through the sky’s clouds like a knife. Sparks flew as the Kun Peng claw and Qin Huai’s fist collided like premier treasures, their residual force scattering the surrounding clouds and fog.

Golden light flickered in Tang Pi’s eyes as he observed Qin Huai, whose arm was torn apart by his own claws, spewing a considerable amount of blood into the air.

“It seems I underestimated the terror of atavism’s power! No, I overestimated your physical strength,” Tang Pi said confidently. Although he hadn’t reached the pure-blooded stage, his body, bolstered by the power of atavism, had attained an unprecedented level of strength.

“No wonder the dragon clan is so obsessed with pure bloodlines. This power is too astounding!”