The World Is a Sea of Bitterness, All Living Beings Suffer! Most Merciful and Compassionate, the Flesh Progenitor!

Time trickled by. One day, two days, three days... Every day, Lu Changsheng observed the true demon flesh inside his body. "Eat. Eat more. Eat as much as you can. "If it's not enough, I can always grow more flesh." Lu Changsheng even began consuming massive quantities of nourishing tonics. In any case, the Gao family had silver to spare. They could purchase all kinds of prime tonics. Lu Changsheng ate these precious supplements like daily meals. Combined with the ability of his Limit Martial Dao to absorb every scrap of nutrition from them, any flesh and blood he lost was swiftly replenished. As time passed, Lu Changsheng's flesh reached a stalemate with the true demon flesh. It was truly a rare spectacle. Lu Changsheng was merely an ordinary martial artist. Yet after being parasitized by true demon flesh for several days, he had not been sucked dry and killed. On the contrary, he thrived more and more with each passing day. His frame had even expanded by a size. He had put on weight from overeating and taking in too many tonics... However, in the midst of this delicate stalemate, the true demon flesh finally gave way under Lu Changsheng's relentless feeding. There was only a tiny sliver of true demon flesh to begin with. High though its quality was, it lagged far behind the endless volume of Lu Changsheng's own flesh and blood in sheer quantity. In the end, Lu Changsheng's flesh triumphed over the true demon flesh. Naturally, it had not killed the true demon flesh. That was simply impossible. Nor had the demon flesh vanished. Instead, it thoroughly merged into one with Lu Changsheng's flesh, realizing a state where each was completely part of the other. It had truly transformed into Lu Changsheng's own flesh. At this moment, Lu Changsheng's flesh also acquired a trace of a demon's characteristics. Of course, it was merely a single trace. The bulk of his body remained his own human flesh. That tiny speck of true demon flesh offered almost no physical enhancement to his body. Even so, that demonic trait allowed Lu Changsheng to bridge the natural chasm between humans and demons. It very likely granted him the ability to kill demons! As was universally known, only demons could kill demons. Now, by assimilating the true demon flesh, Lu Changsheng possessed that same attribute. Of course, this was only his deduction. He still needed to test it out in person. With that, Lu Changsheng walked straight up to the true demon A-Hu. *Smash!* With a single punch, Lu Changsheng blasted A-Hu's head apart. In the past, A-Hu would have regenerated in no time. Unfortunately, this time was different. What Lu Changsheng unleashed was the force surging from the cluster of flesh that had merged with the true demon flesh. Because of that, he seemed to break through a certain shackle—or perhaps shatter a certain boundary. One breath, two breaths, three breaths... Silence! The true demon A-Hu's corpse remained entirely still. The next instant, A-Hu's corpse rapidly dissolved, disintegrating like ash and vanishing completely between heaven and earth. Lu Changsheng knew that only when a true demon died a genuine death would its corpse disperse into nothingness without leaving behind the slightest trace. "It worked? "I can finally kill demons..." Lu Changsheng felt a tremor of excitement in his heart. A-Hu was dead! That was a true demon, yet Lu Changsheng had killed him with a single punch. He could never resurrect again; his demise was absolute. *Only demons can kill demons.* Lu Changsheng appeared to have broken this ironclad rule. He was not a demon. Although he possessed demonic flesh, he remained human. His own flesh had bonded with demonic flesh to produce a wholly unique existence. At this moment, Lu Changsheng also understood the direction for his Limit Martial Dao cultivation—or rather, the path to stepping into the transcendent realm. "Flesh fusion. "I must use the special flesh formed by fusing true demon flesh with my own as a foundation to reshape my physical body. "When that time comes, I will naturally step into the transcendent realm!" Everything became crystal clear to Lu Changsheng. Thereupon, he stayed at the estate, devoting all his efforts to consuming tonics while systematically replacing every bit of flesh throughout his entire body with this demon-slaying flesh. It was a lengthy process. Three full months later, a rumbling resonated within Lu Changsheng's body. In that instant, inspiration struck him like a divine blessing. He had broken through! He had attained tertiary growth, smoothly stepping into the transcendent realm. Once he entered the transcendent realm, Lu Changsheng's physical body underwent a total metamorphosis, turning entirely distinct from before. His flesh and blood now existed midway between human and demon. Lu Changsheng brought up his attribute panel. Host: Lu Changsheng Limit Martial Dao: Tertiary Growth (1%) Sure enough, his physical body had entered the transcendent realm. "Once the Limit Martial Dao steps into transcendence, it means that, theoretically, I can spread martial arts throughout this world and cause it to condense its own Martial Dao! "However, condensing the Martial Dao requires widespread propagation. "Can my current Limit Martial Dao be spread on a large scale?" Lu Changsheng fell into contemplation. Even if an ordinary person cultivated to the peak of secondary growth, could they withstand true demon flesh? It was utterly impossible. True demon flesh contained a frenzied will capable of corroding anyone—except Lu Changsheng. After all, Lu Changsheng possessed the consciousness of an Earth Saint. How could a mere true demon corrode him? Yet if no one else could follow Lu Changsheng's Limit Martial Dao and he remained the sole practitioner to reach the transcendent realm, what meaning would there be? If it could not be propagated and practiced by all living beings, it would never condense the Martial Dao. "Since true demon flesh harbors a demonic will that ordinary people cannot endure, what about my flesh? "My flesh is entirely new and carries only a sliver of my will. Moreover, that will is fully under my control. If my flesh is fused into ordinary people, perhaps they too can break through their limits..." Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up. This method might just work. Still, he needed someone to test it on. "Gao Ping..." Lu Changsheng called Gao Ping over. Gao Ping was his personal page, whose very life lay in his hands. He was the most trusted confidant among Lu Changsheng's inner circle. "Gao Ping, this young master shall bestow a great fortune upon you." Hearing Lu Changsheng's words, Gao Ping felt a wave of bitterness. With a nearly weeping expression, he said, "Young Master, I know you've been researching true demons. That stuff really costs lives. Still, I belong to you, Young Master. Whatever you want to do, I'll obey. Just... please go a little easy on me. I'm afraid of pain..." Gao Ping did not refuse. He knew he lacked the luxury to decline; a page's life had long belonged to Gao Wen. "Rest assured, it won't be too painful, and it will be over quickly..." After some thought, Lu Changsheng decided to be gentle after all. He had no wish to kill Gao Ping, so he planned to exercise extreme caution. He did not even dare to use his flesh. Instead, he drew a tiny drop of his blood. Just ordinary blood flowing through his veins—not even vital blood essence. This would possess minimal destructive force while still carrying the characteristics of his flesh, fundamentally sharing the same properties. With its destructive power drastically reduced, its safety would be far higher. "Open your mouth." Lu Changsheng dripped the single droplet of blood straight into Gao Ping's mouth. "Aaargh!" Gao Ping let out a shrill scream, his entire body trembling violently. "It hurts! It hurts so much! "Young Master, it's unbearable! Am I going to die..." Gao Ping collapsed to the ground, twitching convulsively. Judging from his agonized expression, the pain was indeed excruciating. Lu Changsheng furrowed his brow. Was a single drop of his blood truly that potent? Still, Gao Ping had not died; he was merely in immense torment. Lu Changsheng enveloped Gao Ping with his consciousness, carefully inspecting the condition inside his body. "Hmm? "A single drop of my blood is actually devouring Gao Ping's flesh." Before long, Gao Ping was consumed until he was reduced to mere skin and bones. Yet he still clung to life. Soon, Lu Changsheng noticed that although that single drop of blood had devoured a large amount of flesh, it had begun to divide. One drop, two drops, three drops... Brand-new blood emerged inside Gao Ping's body. What was more, this newly generated blood was identical to the drop Lu Changsheng had bestowed upon him, merely diluted countless times over. In essence, it remained the same. "That drop of my blood is converting Gao Ping's blood. "No, his flesh is also being transformed. It needs time to gradually shift into an entirely new constitution." Lu Changsheng continued to observe. One day, two days, three days... After three full days, Gao Ping, who had long since passed out, suddenly stirred. *Whoosh.* Gao Ping snapped his eyes open. "Young Master, I didn't die?" Seeing Lu Changsheng, Gao Ping froze slightly. "How do you feel right now?" Lu Changsheng asked, looking at Gao Ping with a peculiar expression. "I... I feel like I have endless strength." Gao Ping slammed a fist into the ground. *Boom!* A sizable crater appeared in the earth, punched out by Gao Ping. "A complete rebirth from the marrow outward," Lu Changsheng murmured. He examined Gao Ping's body closely once more. At present, the strength of Gao Ping's physique was roughly comparable to the upper stage of primary growth. Moreover, its essence was identical to Lu Changsheng's body. Lu Changsheng could even suppress Gao Ping directly—a suppression akin to an absolute soul-level dominance that prevented Gao Ping from conceiving the slightest thought of resistance. Furthermore, while Gao Ping's physical strength had multiplied and his recovery rate had improved slightly, he could still be wounded and could still die. He seemed a far cry from a true demon. However, Gao Ping possessed the exact same capability as Lu Changsheng: the ability to kill demons! Moreover, Gao Ping had only undergone primary growth. He could still practice the Limit Martial Dao to improve himself, advancing to secondary growth, tertiary growth, and eventually stepping into transcendence. In fact, Gao Ping could even use his own blood to transform animals. And if he could transform animals, he could transform humans. After studying him thoroughly, Lu Changsheng felt a trace of surprise. Transformation through blood. Immense strength, astonishing recovery, and absolute suppression of subsequent generations of converted beings... Why did these traits sound so familiar? They bore a striking resemblance to the vampires of the "blood race" from the memories of his past life. The only differences were that Gao Ping did not fear sunlight, and his lifespan appeared to have a natural limit rather than granting eternal life. "Well now, did I inadvertently create a special kind of lifeform—a blood race?" Lu Changsheng was somewhat taken aback. He had never expected that fusing human and demon flesh would ultimately give birth to a blood race. And that made him, without question, the Progenitor of the Blood Race. "Although this blood race can only be propagated through blood or flesh, as long as the numbers grow large enough, every single member can cultivate the Limit Martial Dao. If the scale expands sufficiently—even to the point of converting all of humanity into this blood race—wouldn't my Limit Martial Dao style be fully propagated?" Lu Changsheng's eyes brightened. He seemed to have envisioned a grand, boundless avenue. As long as he continued converting members of the blood race, he could both combat true demons and spread the Limit Martial Dao style. When that happened, condensing the Martial Dao in this world would be as easy as turning over his hand. Nevertheless, Lu Changsheng knew how difficult it would be to convert all of humanity. It would require a vast amount of time. Fortunately, he still had over nine years left, leaving him with a fairly generous window. "To convert humans into the blood race, one cannot use force. Instead, they must see immense benefits, to the point where they beg to be converted. "It seems I need to plan this carefully." A sharp light glinted in Lu Changsheng's eyes as he began to lay out his strategy. *** "It is done." After a month of preparation, Lu Changsheng finally set up the organizational framework of his faction. "From this day forth, we shall act under the name of the Flesh Temple. "As for me, since I created the Flesh Martial Dao, I am the Flesh Progenitor. Gao Ping, you shall serve as the Flesh Temple's Protector!" Lu Changsheng had finally devised a plan to promote the Flesh Martial Dao and understood how to develop his blood scions. He had now formally decided to name this self-created martial path the Flesh Martial Dao. After all, it differed somewhat from his original Limit Martial Dao, having been established by first devouring true demon flesh. With that, Lu Changsheng summoned his attribute panel. Host: Lu Changsheng Title: Flesh Progenitor Flesh Martial Dao: Tertiary Growth (11%) After his Flesh Martial Dao broke through to tertiary growth, his progress had risen from 1% to 11% over the course of a month—advancing roughly ten percent each month. Such a pace was not particularly fast. It would take approximately ten months to reach quaternary growth, which was equivalent to the Dao Foundation stage. To Lu Changsheng, this rate still felt sluggish. "I need to find better tonics. "Better yet, I should seek out true demons. "Perhaps I can try devouring the flesh of other true demons. That might allow my Flesh Martial Dao to advance by leaps and bounds..." A sharp glint flickered in Lu Changsheng's eyes. If the flesh of true demons could truly accelerate his Flesh Martial Dao, he would not mind becoming a true demon hunter, a true demon's bane, or a true demon devourer. Gao Ping was feeling wonderful. Ever since his conversion into a blood scion, his devotion to Lu Changsheng had grown even more absolute. "Young Master, how should we proceed with promoting the Flesh Martial Dao?" Gao Ping asked. "Naturally, by recruiting people. "Now that the Flesh Temple has been founded, it requires members. "Currently, true demons run rampant, and the common people suffer without respite. The imperial court is muddled and incompetent, increasingly unable to stem the demon tide. That makes this the perfect time for our Flesh Temple to rise! "We shall begin with ordinary folk at the very bottom of society, especially the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Once converted into blood scions, all their illnesses and pain will vanish. That alone will be enough to entice countless people to join the Flesh Temple and place their faith in it. "'Join my Flesh Martial Dao, purge all pain and illness, and enjoy eternal bliss!' Gao Ping, use this as your rallying cry to recruit people. "Remember, for now, expand quietly among the villages and the lowest rungs of the cities. Keep a low profile and do not draw attention." Lu Changsheng instructed him on every detail. "Yes, Young Master!" Gao Ping turned immediately, a trace of excitement flickering in his eyes. He faintly sensed that the Flesh Temple established by his young master would grow into something astonishing. He was helping his young master accomplish great things! The thought made Gao Ping all the more thrilled. "For now, I cannot afford to be reckless; I must stay steady. After all, I am only at tertiary growth, barely stepping into transcendence. In this world, that only puts me on par with a greater demon. "It is better to build up strength first and keep a low profile." Lu Changsheng was a practical man. Although they were starting from scratch with only himself and Gao Ping in the Flesh Temple, it did not matter. The Flesh Temple was merely a seed. With time, it would steadily grow and expand, eventually snowballing into an unstoppable force. *** In a thatched cottage at the eastern end of Niu Family Village, Niu Dashan was so sick he could no longer get out of bed. He had three children. The eldest was only eight years old, while the youngest was a mere three-year-old crying out for food. Yet he was powerless to do anything. His wife had succumbed to illness the previous year. This year, he had fallen ill as well, with no money to buy medicinal herbs. Besides, even if he could afford medicine, it would likely be a waste of silver; his sickness simply could not be cured. "Daddy, I'm hungry." The youngest child wiped away a long trail of snot, clutching his belly as his tears ran dry. "Go to your aunt next door..." Niu Dashan rasped. "Auntie said she doesn't have any coarse rice left either..." The youngest child tugged at Niu Dashan's calloused hand, wailing from hunger. Niu Dashan knew the neighbors were truly at their wits' end as well. He could not even get out of bed, and the food in the house had run out long ago. Grief welled up in his heart. "It doesn't matter if I die, but my three children cannot die! They are still so small..." Niu Dashan's tears ran completely dry. Forcing his ailing body, he tried to roll over and get up, only to tumble to the ground with a dull thud. The fall nearly knocked the remaining half of his life out of him. *Creak.* Just then, he heard the door being pushed open. Immediately afterward, a stranger stepped into the room and came before him. "Are you Niu Dashan?" the visitor asked. Niu Dashan struggled to raise his head to look at the stranger. The man wore clean, tidy clothes and was covering his nose, clearly repulsed by the foul stench in the room. Judging by his attire, he hailed from a respectable household. Yet why would someone from a respectable household seek him out? Could he be here to buy his children? At that thought, Niu Dashan said, "Yes, I am Niu Dashan. Is the noble guest looking to buy children? One boy and two girls. You don't need to give me any money, noble guest—just give them a bite to eat..." Niu Dashan hurriedly kowtowed. All he wanted now was for his three children to survive, even if it meant becoming servants or slaves. In times like these, what did servitude matter? Survival was all that counted! Gao Ping let out a long sigh. He had also been born into poverty, in conditions similar to Niu Dashan's—in fact, Niu Dashan's plight was even worse than his own family's had been. Fortunately, he had been sold to the Gao family to become the young master's page; otherwise, he might well have starved to death long ago. Squatting down, Gao Ping said softly, "I am not here to buy your children. I am here to cure your illness." "Cure my illness?" Niu Dashan was taken aback, then shook his head with a bitter grimace. "I have no money for treatment..." "It costs no money. You only need to promise to join the Flesh Temple." "I agree! I agree to join the Flesh Temple! As long as you can cure my illness, I will agree to anything..." How could Niu Dashan possibly refuse? At this stage, merely staying alive was the greatest blessing imaginable. As long as he survived, no matter how hard or exhausting it was, he could at least raise his three children. "Very well. Open your mouth..." Gao Ping sliced his fingertip with a dagger and squeezed a single drop of fresh blood into Niu Dashan's mouth. "Aaargh!" Niu Dashan instantly rolled across the ground in agony. "Endure it. It only hurts a little at the very beginning. Once you get through it, your illness will be cured. "Remember, after you recover, come to the Gao family estate outside the city to hold your initiation ceremony..." With that, Gao Ping stood up. He patted his robes, produced some rations, and tossed them to Niu Dashan's three children before turning to leave. He had not made this trip solely to convert Niu Dashan; there were many others like him waiting to be transformed. It was not until nightfall that Niu Dashan slowly regained consciousness. "Daddy, you're awake! These are the biscuits that man gave us today. My little brother, sister, and I didn't finish them, so we saved some for you." The eldest daughter was eight years old and already very sensible. She took out a piece of flatbread and handed it to Niu Dashan. "Am I... cured?" Niu Dashan came to his senses with a strange sensation. Although the prior agony had been etched deep into his bones, he felt no pain whatsoever now. On the contrary, his body felt brimming with boundless energy, and his spirits were exceptionally high. However, he was indeed starving. Setting everything else aside, he wolfed down the biscuit in great gulps. "My illness is truly cured..." Niu Dashan wept tears of joy. With his health restored, hope returned to the Niu family. The next day, Niu Dashan rose from his bed and set to work. First, he borrowed some grain from the neighbors to sustain his family for the time being. Then, he headed into the mountains to hunt. After all, Niu Family Village relied on the mountains for its livelihood, and almost every grown man in the village was a hunter. Niu Dashan had once been an expert hunter himself, but his sickness had put an end to that. Now, he ventured back into the mountains. To everyone's shock, Niu Dashan returned with an abundance of game—including a massive black bear! The entire Niu Family Village was thrown into an uproar. "Dashan, that's incredible!" "To think Dashan would become so formidable after recovering, even bringing down a black bear!" "I remember last year, three hunters from our village encountered a black bear. Two died and one was injured, and the survivor ended up crippled. Who would have thought such a ferocious beast would be beaten to death by Dashan alone?" Many villagers showered Niu Dashan with praise. By selling the bear skin and bear paws, his household immediately became well-off. Niu Dashan knew very well who had changed his destiny: the man who had given him that drop of blood. "A man must never forget his roots. "I promised that once I recovered, I would join the Flesh Temple. "It seems to be at the Gao family estate. I'll go have a look tomorrow morning." All Niu Dashan wanted now was to express his gratitude to his benefactor. There were many, many people like Niu Dashan—far too numerous to count. All of them had been teetering on the brink of death or plagued by chronic illness before Gao Ping used a drop of blood to convert them into blood scions, transforming them into vigorous, healthy individuals and altering their fates. *** Meanwhile, within the Gao family estate, Gao Ping was reporting to Lu Changsheng. "Young Master, in the three months since the Flesh Temple was established, the number of converted blood scions has reached one thousand eight hundred and twenty-three. "At present, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two have joined the Flesh Temple. "Only one person has explicitly stated that he will not join." At this point, Gao Ping lowered his head. "Gao Ping is incompetent. Please punish me, Young Master." He was referring to the man who had gone back on his word, openly refusing to enter the Flesh Temple. "He took the benefits of the Flesh Temple yet refuses to join? Where in this world does such an easy bargain exist?" Lu Changsheng neither confirmed nor denied his subordinate's fault. He rose slowly, walked over to Gao Ping, and said coldly, "Let us go pay this man a visit. "Since I can bestow it upon them, I can take it back!" Lu Changsheng intended to see the man in person. In truth, such occurrences were bound to happen in the future, and not just occasionally. Lu Changsheng could not handle every case personally, but since this was the first instance, he decided to intervene himself. Thus, the two left the estate and headed straight into Gushan City. "Young Master, that man was originally a beggar in Gushan City. "He seems to have been a wealthy young master named Zhang Ziyuan whose family fell into ruin. He fled to Gushan City as a refugee and became a beggar. "Later, when he was on the verge of dying from sickness, I gave him a drop of blood and converted him into a blood scion. "Yet after recovering, he noticed the abnormalities in his body and actually went to a gambling den to work as an enforcer, clinging to Boss Chen of the Kaiyuan Gambling Den. "He lives quite comfortably now and has earned Boss Chen's deep trust. Precisely because of this, Zhang Ziyuan is thoroughly enjoying himself and refuses to join our Flesh Temple." Gao Ping recounted everything about the man who had broken his word. "Some people easily forget their roots. "Gao Ping, his joining the gambling den and submitting to Boss Chen isn't merely about getting free food and drink. "He is clever; he hopes Boss Chen's influence will make us hesitate, fearing the repercussions of moving against him." Lu Changsheng gave a half-smile. Gao Ping had plenty of good qualities: he was loyal enough and carried out orders meticulously. However, he was not particularly sharp; many matters required Lu Changsheng's direct instruction. He was a far cry from Senior Sister Xiang in the previous secret world. It seemed Lu Changsheng would need to scout someone cleverer in the future to help manage the Flesh Temple. Otherwise, relying on Gao Ping alone would run him ragged without accomplishing much. The two strode straight into the Kaiyuan Gambling Den. Just as they entered, Boss Chen received word and hurried over at once. "Ah, Young Master Gao! What an honor, what an honor! "What brings you here, Young Master Gao? Fancy a few rounds?" Boss Chen was not a burly, crude fellow. Instead, he looked rather like a scholar; rumor had it he had studied the classics in his youth, though he now ran a gambling den. Boss Chen's eyes shone as he looked at Lu Changsheng. What he cared about was Gao Wen's status: Gao Wen was the sole heir of the Gao family, seated upon immense wealth. If Gao Wen wished to gamble, Boss Chen would strike it rich. After all, nine out of ten gambles involved deceit; once someone stepped onto the path of gambling, there was no turning back, and even the greatest fortune would be bled dry. Lu Changsheng, however, shook his head. "Boss Chen, I did not come here to gamble today. I came for him!" Following Lu Changsheng's gaze, Boss Chen spotted a figure. "Young Master Gao, when did Zhang Ziyuan offend you?" Boss Chen asked. "He did not offend me. It is just that something on his person belongs to me. Today, I have come to reclaim my property." With that, Lu Changsheng walked step by step toward Zhang Ziyuan. For some reason, Zhang Ziyuan felt his hair stand on end. Fear gripped him. He was terrified, especially when his eyes fell upon Gao Ping, filling him with guilt. Not long ago, he had been a beggar. Now, he was Boss Chen's capable subordinate, dining on fine meat and wine in sheer comfort. Yet Zhang Ziyuan knew exactly what had brought about this change. "Boss, save me..." Terrified to his core, Zhang Ziyuan pleaded to Boss Chen for help. Boss Chen, however, remained unmoved. Gao Wen was no ordinary person, and the Gao family was not to be provoked lightly. Lu Changsheng came to a halt before Zhang Ziyuan, speaking in a calm tone. "Zhang Ziyuan, it seems you also know that you carry something belonging to me. "Since you went back on your word, I must take back what is mine." With that, Lu Changsheng reached out toward Zhang Ziyuan. "Aaargh!" Zhang Ziyuan suddenly shrieked. Doubling over, he crashed to the ground, appearing to suffer unspeakable agony. *Bang!* The next instant, Zhang Ziyuan's body literally exploded, leaving behind only a single crimson droplet of blood that fell neatly into Lu Changsheng's palm. Silence! The entire gambling den plummeted into a deathly stillness. The patrons and staff were paralyzed with horror. What had they just witnessed? Gao Wen had caused Zhang Ziyuan to explode, blasting his body into a pile of mangled mush! Was that something a human could do? A demon! Only a demon could achieve such a feat! Could the eldest young master of the Gao family truly be a demon? What terrifying concealment! In an instant, anyone with half a brain felt as though a massive conspiracy had enveloped them. Perhaps this concealed a world-shattering secret. But the deeper a secret was, the less likely anyone was permitted to know it. Now that they knew, what would their fate be? There was likely only one outcome: death! "Run!" Finally, someone bolted for the door, and the entire gambling den plunged into absolute chaos. Seeing this, Lu Changsheng seemed entirely unsurprised. "Alas. "The world is a sea of bitterness, and all living beings suffer. Only through our flesh may one enjoy eternal bliss! "Everyone, enter my Flesh Temple, escape this sea of bitterness, and ascend to paradise together!" Lu Changsheng's expression remained tranquil, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. Then, with a wave of his hand— *Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!* A crimson rain swept through the air, shooting straight toward everyone in the gambling den. The corner of Gao Ping's mouth twitched. Was this the 'low profile' the young master had kept preaching about? To think this was how he kept things quiet! Before long, everyone in the gambling den was screaming, collapsing to the ground in violent convulsions. Not a single person escaped; all were transformed by Lu Changsheng's flesh and blood, guided to "escape the sea of bitterness." "Spare me! Young Master Gao, spare my life!" Boss Chen fell to his knees immediately, begging for mercy. He had not been converted on the spot and remained conscious. Gao Ping said coldly, "The Young Master is the Flesh Progenitor of the Flesh Temple!" Lu Changsheng added placidly, "Boss Chen, I have always been benevolent toward others. The people in your gambling den bear heavy karmic retributions, and few would meet a peaceful end. Especially you—you face a bloody calamity in the near future that will be exceedingly difficult to resolve." Gritting his teeth, Boss Chen immediately kowtowed. "Most merciful and compassionate Flesh Progenitor, please save my life!" "Easily done. I bestow upon you three drops of the Progenitor's Blood to dissolve your calamity, allowing you to escape the sea of bitterness and enjoy eternal bliss!" Lu Changsheng waved his hand, and three droplets of blood vanished instantly into Boss Chen's body. The reason he granted Boss Chen special treatment was that he valued the man's capabilities. Boss Chen had built such a substantial business from scratch; he would certainly prove far more suitable than Gao Ping to assist in running the Flesh Temple. Naturally, Lu Changsheng treated him differently, granting him three drops of blood. "Aaargh!" Boss Chen let out a curdling shriek of his own, writhing on the ground in convulsions. Three drops of the Progenitor's Blood naturally brought immense benefits—but the agony, too, was multiplied.