Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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Tang Jie was even stronger now that he had found the ghost guard, and the hunting game he was playing became even easier.

The vast sea became Tang Jie's stage. He wandered around, hunting down the members of the Beast Refining Gate or Godhead Palace that he encountered, and Shen Qingdan followed behind and gathered spirit plants. Occasionally, she helped to kill a few people, and Tang Jie would split the spoils with her in an appropriate manner.

While he killed as he liked, the Beast Refining Gate suffered great misfortune.

On the central Immortal island, the black and white Feng Buzhis were playing go. Nearby stood twenty-some Beast Refining Gate disciples.

After some time, the black Feng Buzhi pushed at the go board. "The seven-day time limit is up. There's no need to wait any longer. Let's go."

He placed his hands behind his back and began to walk toward the summit.

The disciples shared a look, and someone finally shouted, "Seventh Master, there are still a lot of people who haven't come!"

Feng Buzhi lightly said, "They can't make it anymore."

Everyone's hearts trembled at these words.

Helian Hu shouted, "No, they're only late! Seventh master, don't forget that there's still Master Chang. He went to chase Tang Jie. Maybe he succeeded and is on his way back!"

In the battle between Chang Baimei and Tang Jie, Shi Cangxuan had died while saving Chang Baimei, but Gu Qiulai had returned alive. This guy had originally followed Chang Baimei in chasing after Tang Jie, but Tang Jie was too fast. As Chang Baimei doggedly pursued, Gu Qiulai gradually fell behind.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up to Chang Baimei, he decided to head to the island, which actually allowed him to escape disaster.

The white Feng Buzhi casually said, "If he could have come, he would have come long ago. I can sense that his energy is no longer here… Baimei is here no longer."

Helian Hu paled from shock. "No, this is impossible. Tang Jie doesn't have this ability. There's no way he can be stronger than Master Chang!"

The black Feng Buzhi sighed. "Tang Jie naturally can't be stronger than Baimei, but that doesn't mean he can't kill Baimei. After all, wasn't he weaker than Mingxin but still managed to kill him? At times, victory isn't decided based on how weak or strong someone is. It's not just Baimei. Those disciples who have yet to come were probably killed by him."

Everyone shuddered in fear. Only Helian Hu kept shaking his head. "No, this isn't possible. I don't believe, I don't believe it!"

At the Immortal Fortune Conference, he was the Great Brother leading the Beast Refining Gate's disciples, whereas Tang Jie had been far inferior to Peng Yaolong and the others. But now, he had only just entered the sect and was already soaring upward. He had killed Chang Mingxin and several dozen Beast Refining Gate disciples, and now, he had even killed Chang Baimei.

The gap was so vast that Helian Hu couldn't even fathom it.

He felt a great pain in his heart—not just for Chang Baimei, but also because of this enormous gap.

The rivalry between them had ended before it had even begun.

The white Feng Buzhi glanced sympathetically at Helian Hu. "I know that you can't accept it, but Tang Jie… is no longer an opponent of your level."

These words rejected any possibility of Helian Hu defeating Tang Jie.

The black Feng Buzhi was already making his way up the mountain. "Let's go. If Tang Jie comes, I will personally deal with him."

This mountain seemed simple, but with his Divine Will, Feng Buzhi had sensed that there were numerous seals and traps on the mountain, and countless fiends in hiding.

To get from the base to the summit would require passing through countless dangers.

This was also why Feng Buzhi had waited for everyone to gather. There were so many traps and fiends that even Feng Buzhi didn't dare to handle them alone, especially because he sensed that there were also three Transformation great fiends.

Alas, after so many days of waiting, only twenty-some disciples had appeared.

The thought that Chang Baimei had probably fallen at Tang Jie's hands left Feng Buzhi greatly pained. This guy had so many things that he still hadn't had time to swindle off him, but now, it all belonged to Tang Jie.

He didn't know that the Time Current had meant that Tang Jie actually hadn't gotten a thing from Chang Baimei, which had also left Tang Jie very sore.

But Feng Buzhi was now determined to kill Tang Jie the moment he saw him and steal his treasure!

He had no doubts that he could kill Tang Jie. Even though Tang Jie had already killed Chang Mingxin and Chang Baimei, there was still no chance that he could win.

This was because Feng Buzhi was stronger than Chang Mingxin and Chang Baimei put together!

For he was a Heart Demon True Person!

As Feng Buzhi began to make his way up the mountain, inside the mountain, furious waves of blood surged toward the heavens.

Here was a giant pool of blood.

The blood roiled like magma, radiating a terrifying killing intent. A transparent hexagonal crystal floated above the pool of blood, slowly revolving, and displaying countless images from across the hidden realm.

An upper-grade Mind Opening mouse fiend greedily looked at the pool of blood. It could sense the immense power fermenting in the pool. It was this pool of blood that made them evolve, made them smarter and stronger.

It longed to get closer to the blood pool. The closer it was, the stronger it could become.

But at the same time, it felt an incomparable sense of danger. Its instincts told it that each step it took would bring it a little closer to death.

And then, unable to repress its desire, it began to approach.

Step after step, closer and closer.

It felt an indescribable power filling its body, boiling within it. The mouse fiend wanted to shout, wanted to yell.

It saw its body growing larger, changing. As it grew at an astonishing speed, it let out a cheerful howl. And then spurts of blood shot out of its body, like rays of light, and its body burst apart like an overinflated balloon.

A sea of blood swept out, drawing the remains into the pool and leaving nothing behind.

"Another greedy idiot!" someone grunted.

Next to the blood pool, a dark-faced man sat on a large boulder. After mumbling to himself, he continued to gnaw on a sheep leg.

Two people stood next to him: a green-robed scholar and a hawk-nosed man.

This hawk-nosed man was none other than the great fiend that Xu Miaoran had seen turn into an Ironback Eagle.

The eagle fiend said, "Do you not realize how tempting White Tiger True Blood is? If possible, who wouldn't want to be a little greedy with it?"

The green-robed scholar said, "Alas, only direct descendants can endure the power of the True Blood. Others can only bask in its glow from afar. If not for that little fellow, we also wouldn't be able to sit here to enjoy the blood dew."

"If not for that, we wouldn't have let that little guy into this place so easily," the dark-faced man muttered. "While we can enjoy this grace now and become much stronger, after this, the White Tiger True Blood will be no more, and the Beast Garden will cease to be. I truly don't know if this deal is a profit or a loss!"

"That will all depend on your decisions." A deep voice came from the blood pool.

The fog of blood around the pool dispersed, revealing the scene within.

In the center of that lava-like pool of blood was the corpse of a white tiger.

The white tiger's remains were enormous, almost a thousand feet tall. Almost the entirety of the mountain's insides were occupied by the corpse.

Despite being only a corpse, it exuded majesty and power. But its eye sockets were empty. Even the eyes had been extracted from it.

The eye cavity was the perfect size for that hexagonal crystal turning in the air.

There was another hole around the heart of the tiger remains.

The blood of the pool was flowing from this hole in the heart, and the blood turned into fog that seeped back into the white tiger's remains through its pores, forming a cycle.

In the center of the heart cavity lay a fierce white tiger.

Its body was pure white, and only at the center of its forehead and the corners of its eyes could one see the coloration of an ordinary tiger. It sat in the heart cavity, allowing that blood that countless great fiends craved but did not dare to approach to wash over it. It trembled in the surge, growing stronger and stronger, exuding a mighty aura of iron and blood.

It opened its eyes and looked at the three fiends down below. "The White Tiger True Blood will not disappear. I will simply inherit it. If you are unwilling to leave, then you can follow me. Once I restore the White Tiger Clan, I will be sure to reward you well."

"'Follow you'?" The three Transformation great fiends looked at each and erupted in laughter.

In the end, the dark-faced man said, "Brat, don't think that just because you can operate the Divine Time Crystal and can harness the power of the blood pool to make all other fiends cower, you can order us around however you please. Your majesty only works on those idiots who have yet to open their eyes, but it's no use on us. We listened to your orders concerning those humans only because we were giving you some face so that we could work together. And besides, those spirit plants were of no use to us. But if you think that means you can order us around, then keep dreaming! You've only barely entered Mind Opening, and you think you can order around us three Transformation fiends? That's the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

"'Barely entered Mind Opening'?" The white tiger shook its head. "That's already long in the past."

The dark-faced man was startled. "What did you say? It's only been seven days."

"That's only what you think." The white tiger slowly stood up.

As it spoke, all of its fur receded, and before the three great fiends, it transformed into a human, a handsome young man.

"This… how?" Although they knew that this little tiger must have gotten much stronger through absorbing the blood of its ancestor, it had still only been seven days.

For a fiend to absorb ancestral blood didn't mean that it could immediately obtain its ancestor's power. It only meant that it had unlocked its slumbering memories and talents, gaining potential on par with or even exceeding its ancestor's. But this evolution still took time.

Moreover, the White Tiger Blood Pool had been in the Beast Garden for more than a thousand years now.

One thousand, eight hundred years of consumption and settling was taxing, even for the White Tiger True Blood. The White Tiger True Blood that could be refined from the pool was now only half the strength of the White Tiger ancestor.

In these circumstances, how had this little tiger improved so much in only seven days?

Going straight from Mind Opening to Transformation?

The three great fiends were utterly baffled.

It was that green-robed scholar who glanced at the turning crystal and suddenly realized something. "The Divine Time Crystal! You used the Divine Time Crystal!"

"You finally get it?" The little tiger smiled.

His finger stroked the crystal and lightly turned it. "The Divine Time Crystal was a supreme treasure made with my ancestor's eye. My White Tiger Clan could control space and time. One Dao per eye, creating the universe when combined. With the Time Crystal in hand, is it strange that I can stimulate my bloodline power and accelerate my growth? Alas, too much of this ancestral blood was used up. Even if I absorbed it all, I wouldn't be able to reach the strength of my ancestor at their prime. But what I can't get through inheritance… I will get myself, will fight for!"

The little tiger looked at the three fiends. "Before that, I would like to ask the three of you: do you plan to fight alongside me? Of course, you can refuse. But then I'll have to use my fists to make you agree."

The three great fiends looked at each other and shook their heads.

The little tiger's smile broadened. "That's… great!"

A punch thundered out!