Chapter 150: The Power of a Bowl of Blood!

The mere thought of that night made his blood run cold. His elder brother, whom he had always deeply respected, had struck without warning at the exact moment his beloved was attempting her breakthrough—first disrupting her ascension, and then shattering him with a single palm strike!

Right before his eyes, his brother had obliterated the dearest person in his life...

What was his state of mind back then?

Bashan Hua dared not recall it any further.

He had never imagined that his eldest brother would ever raise a hand against him. He had never dreamed that the brother who had always smiled warmly before him could wear such a frigid, sinister expression.

How could he have delivered such a merciless, devastating blow?

...

Bashan Mo listened to Bashan Hua’s account with a faint smile, then nodded. With a mocking yet enraged tone, he said, "Bashan Hua, do you know? When you were little, I loved you dearly. I felt that since you were my younger brother, I would protect you with my very life if necessary.

Later on, your cultivation progressed too rapidly. In just a few short years, you caught up to me—someone who had been training for over a decade. That amazed me, but it also filled me with a trace of pride, after all, you were my own flesh and blood.

Yet, even later still, your cultivation speed actually dropped off. That was when you began to suppress yourself. From that moment on, it felt as though you had slapped me across the face. Who am I? I am Bashan Mo, the strongest of us all! Even if someone surpassed me, I had the absolute confidence to outstrip them again at a later stage. Being strong for a moment is not true strength; standing at the pinnacle in the end is what truly matters. Back then, when you were about to surpass me, although I was furious, it gave me drive. But the moment you started holding yourself back, you began to insult me...

From that day onward, I swore an oath: since you, Bashan Hua, wished to hide your true capabilities, you could hide them for the rest of your life. I began to cultivate like a madman, desperately masking the fact that I had seen right through your intentions.

Until the day we both reached the tenth rank—the tenth-rank Martial Emperor, the absolute limit of this world. When I reached the tenth rank, I told myself: since you had already reached your limit, no one could ever surpass me again. And since no one could surpass me, did the Bashan Tribe even need another tenth-rank being to be born? Yet, before I could fully make up my mind, you went ahead and made your breakthrough.

At that time, I wanted to kill you. But you were my younger brother! Even though you had insulted me for centuries, I still did not want you to die... As it turned out, you knew how to read the room. Upon entering the tenth rank, you actually told me that all you wanted was an extension of your lifespan, that you would no longer cultivate, and you placed a seal upon yourself right before my eyes. Do you know? At that moment, I almost made a move. Even after reaching the tenth rank, you still chose to insult me...

And then later, your wife, my sister-in-law, Xiaoli, reached the peak of the ninth rank. Soon after, her lifespan began to run dry. You came and begged me, asking if she could be allowed to break through to the tenth rank, promising she would be just like you—only asking for lifespan, renouncing all combat prowess.

Had you not uttered those words back then, I might not have done anything to her. I knew very well at the time that a good-for-nothing like you possessed no real ambition; whether she became a tenth-rank or not meant little to me. In fact, if you had come a few days later, I would have already made up my mind to seek you both out and let Xiaoli break through. What a pity—you came to me and spoke those very words that had insulted me for hundreds of years.

Right then and there, I decided that Xiaoli had to die... That is how everything happened. You misunderstood your eldest brother; your eldest brother loves you, but you were forever insulting him." Bashan Mo spoke of the past with a hidden dagger in his smile, while Bashan Hua on the ground grew increasingly furious with every word.

He had never imagined that his centuries of yielding, his centuries of respect, and his centuries of self-restraint would be interpreted by his eldest brother in such a twisted way.

Was he insulting him? Bashan Hua believed he had never entertained such a thought. He merely wanted all the glory to shine upon his eldest brother, content to forever remain the eternal second-in-command. His pursuits did not lie in glory.

All he desired was to grow old together with the person he loved and to share life and death with the brother he respected! Yet, all of this was perceived by his brother as a deliberate insult?

"No, that's not true, Bashan Mo! You know that's not what I meant. You're just making excuses for your own warped, paranoid mind! You are nothing more than a villain with a smile on your lips and a dagger in your heart. You are a psychopath!"

Tears flashed in Bashan Hua's eyes as he roared curses at Bashan Mo!

Having finished his speech, Bashan Mo had already reverted to his usual calm demeanor. Indifferently, he said, "Xiaohua, after hundreds of years, you still haven't figured out how the world works. Does what you think matter? Only what *I* think matters. I feel that you were insulting me, and that is enough. As for what you think, I’ve already wasted centuries worrying about it for you; I have no desire to waste any more energy on you...

Some things have no right or wrong. The fact that you now want to kill me actually makes me feel like you've recovered some of that youthful backbone from your youth, which is why I've kept you alive. Otherwise, do you think I would have spent a fortune buying this set of Illusory Soul-Dispersing Chains from the Manglong Tribe? You must know that the Manglong Tribe are absolute monsters who devour people without spitting out their bones...

And yet, what is the result? Even now, you haven't made the slightest bit of progress. Let me enlighten you: the outside world has finally connected with this shattered realm. I am about to step into the outside world. With the accumulation of my cultivation over these past centuries, the moment I reach the outside realm, I have absolute certainty of breaking through to the eleventh-rank Martial Saint. A brand new world awaits me then...

You want to kill me? Haha, how could you possibly achieve that? For so many years, my greatest pleasure has been watching you glare at me with hatred while remaining utterly powerless to do anything about it. Do you know how satisfying that is?

I know what is on your mind. You are waiting for those four ungrateful wretches to come and set you free, aren't you? In truth, your heart is quite ruthless as well. You know the price required to unlock the Illusory Soul-Dispersing Chains; if they want to rescue you, they will have to pay that heavy price.

And even if you do get out, what of it? You are no match for me. As for those four, they are mere ninth-ranks. Even if they manage to break through to the tenth rank by then, what difference would it make? They wouldn't even be able to properly control their own power. What is the point of having more such tenth-ranks? They would merely be marching to their deaths... Rest easy, Xiaohua. When I return after entering the eleventh rank, I will reunite you and Xiaoli..."

With those words, Bashan Mo turned around and walked away!

He left Bashan Hua roaring alone in the dark, while the chains locked around the back of his neck tightened, continuously binding him.

Bashan Hua roared in the underground depths, his voice echoing as Bashan Mo’s figure gradually faded down the passageway!

......

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning.

Sitting up, Yang Fan began to sense the changes within his body.

Every single reward produced by the system had elevated his strength. The first fruit granted him thunder; the second mutated his eyes; the third exponentially increased his spiritual power—though he hadn't known its use at the time, he later discovered that enhanced spiritual power allowed him to process thoughts effortlessly, maintain absolute focus during combat, and sharpen his judgment, especially when deploying his ocular abilities. The fourth, the body-tempering liquid, rendered his physique incomparably resilient, capable of clashing head-on with exotic beasts. As for the fifth—this current one—Yang Fan was eager to truly understand the effects of that bowl of blood!

Crossing his legs, Yang Fan began to scan the interior of his body.

What he saw left him utterly astounded. Every single blood vessel and meridian throughout his entire body was now as wide as a highway, with roaring torrents of blood surging through these vast conduits!

Moreover, the circulation speed of his physical blood and Qi was now several times faster than before. The surging blood and Qi emitted a potent, rumbling might, and whenever this vital energy dissipated, the blood-generating cells throughout his body would work at super-strength to instantly replenish it...