Accomplished cultivators could deduce information about a person from their blood, using it to orchestrate ambushes, cast curses, and the like.
Therefore, before selling his blood, Meng Jingzhou had wiped clean every trace of information contained within his essence blood. No one could trace it back to him, and Su Yiren was no exception.
"What is this?" Li Haoran asked, puzzled, not understanding what Su Yiren intended to do.
"This is blood I acquired at a black market auction. It cost me a hundred thousand spirit stones."
Meng Jingzhou wore a bizarre expression. When he had sold his blood back then, it was only ten thousand spirit stones a drop. Wasn't this price hike utterly ridiculous?
As a scion of the Meng Family, he had actually lost money on a deal—an absolute disgrace!
"This blood should be the true blood of some pure-blooded demon race. It holds the efficacy of advancing cultivation, boosting yang, and replenishing qi, so I thought of buying it as a gift for my husband. If the immortal grass can elevate its potency to the next level, that would be even better."
Hearing this, Li Haoran was deeply touched, never expecting Su Yiren to be so considerate of him at every turn.
Lu Yang had also recognized that this was Meng Jingzhou's essence blood. He certainly didn't recall Old Meng's blood having the effect of boosting cultivation; if Old Meng's blood truly had such power, Lu Yang would have downed three big bowls of it first.
Senior Su, have you really started lying through your teeth just to trick Li Haoran into bed?
"No can do. I can only boost the cultivation of living beings. If you brought the blood's owner here, that would be another story," the Feathering Immortal Grass said, dashing Su Yiren's hopes.
"Is that so?" Su Yiren was visibly crestfallen.
Lu Yang shot a covert glance at Meng Jingzhou, contemplating whether to tell Su Yiren the truth so Old Meng could get a boost in cultivation. After all, this could count as Old Meng's fortuitous encounter.
Meng Jingzhou shook his head rapidly in tiny, frantic motions, rejecting this fortuitous opportunity.
A vivid scene surfaced in Meng Jingzhou's mind:
In the dead of night, while he was sound asleep in bed, Su Yiren crept into his room under the cover of darkness. The moonlight illuminated Su Yiren's shapely silhouette. Meng Jingzhou took a firm, principled stand: "I cannot do anything to betray Junior Brother Li!" To which Su Yiren replied, "It'll only hurt for a second. It'll be over soon." Meng Jingzhou struggled desperately with all his might, only to be overpowered by Su Yiren in the end. Then, Su Yiren tied him up and began drawing his blood...
What on earth was that supposed to be?!
Amidst their chatter and laughter, the white crucian carp was completely devoured, leaving behind only a plate of cleanly picked bones.
Pity the poor white crucian carp, which by chance had stumbled upon immortal fortune and consumed an immortal herb, sending its cultivation soaring to a twenty-year state never before attained by any member of its clan. Little did it imagine that all of this was a sinister plot by humanity: pierced through by an immortal sword, divided and devoured by human cultivators, not even leaving behind an intact corpse.
After savoring the East Sea delicacy, Lu Yang and the others headed downstairs to settle the bill. Lu Yang noticed a statue placed on the counter depicting a middle-aged man with a goatee.
"Who is this statue of?" Lu Yang asked casually.
Li Haoran said, "He is the Penglai Island Master, Daoist Sanshan. Many legends about Daoist Sanshan circulate in the East Sea. For instance, when fishermen were caught in stormy seas, Daoist Sanshan happened to pass by and casually saved everyone aboard the ship, telling them that whenever they set out to fish in the future, they could silently pray to his name to ensure safe travels.
"Another legend says that during the autumn harvest, when grain farmers were reaping a bountiful crop, torrential rain suddenly poured down. Daoist Sanshan appeared once again. It's quite similar to the fishermen's tale; presumably one of the two is the original version, while the other evolved through word of mouth.
"Or perhaps a plague broke out somewhere, and Daoist Sanshan bestowed sweet dew and celestial spring water to heal the sick and save lives.
"Or when a cultivator hit a bottleneck and grew agitated and restless, Daoist Sanshan appeared to help them achieve a breakthrough..."
Chapter 820