Chapter Seventy-Four: Going Alone

  Ouyang Xin's breakthrough shook the entire Huálóng Palace, and countless cultivators felt that unmatched sword aura.

  Yang Yi just looked at him silently for a moment before stepping into the room.

  Yang Yi's heart was calm, he wasn't oppressed by the breakthroughs of everyone outside, he had his own cultivation method, and he even remembered the words of Lu Ming, the transformation expert who brought him to the underground palace: "Strive to condense nine drops of essence blood, break through to the fifth stage of Blood Condensation, and it will shake the entire Huálóng Palace."

  Yang Yi didn't even know why he had to condense nine drops of essence blood, and what would happen after the nine drops of essence blood broke through?

  "Nine is the extreme of numbers, and the condensed blood is four times heavier. At most, it can only condense into nine drops of essence blood, each drop representing a hundred years of life, and nine drops are nine hundred years!" Yang Yi kept thinking about Liu Qingyun's explanation.

  Gradually, a spark of wisdom flashed in Yang Yi's mind, and he seemed to have connected the two things together.

  "Nine is the extreme of numbers, and with nine drops of essence blood, the Dragon Palace will be shaken. Could it be that after breaking through the nine drops of essence blood, there will be some unexpected gains?" Yang raised an eyebrow, but these things he wouldn't know until the very end.

  "When conditions are ripe, success will follow naturally; if it doesn't, then so be it. For now, let's focus on working hard and cultivating ourselves!"

  Yang Yi didn't want to delay his cultivation for a single minute, so he directly released a large pile of blood crystals from the spatial ring in his hand, instantly burning them into clusters of the purest yuanqi, which were quickly absorbed into his body.

  Blood crystals were originally used for cultivation, now Yang Yi has over 27 million blood crystals, which is an unimaginable huge fortune, and there are countless bottles of Yuanqi Dan and Bishui Dan. So many elixirs, even if they were piled up hard, would be enough to pile a ordinary person into the fourth layer of Congealing Blood.

  "Humming"

  Endless yuanqi swiftly entered Yang Yi's blood vessels, continuously strengthening his power, while the dan medicine was like a home-cooked meal, constantly pouring into his mouth.

  Such a luxurious cultivation method, even the wealthiest cultivators would be envious upon seeing it. This isn't cultivating, it's simply using endless wealth to pile up one's cultivation.

  Yang Yi didn't care about it anymore; he now only wanted to condense his eighth or even ninth drop of Essence Blood as soon as possible.

  Time flies quickly, Yang Yi cultivates in his room for three months.

  In a room with golden and green decorations, a man sitting cross-legged on a cushion suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to be shining like two golden lights that could see through people's hearts.

  "Come on!" The man shouted in a low voice.

  "What is it, Elder?" A disciple wearing a green robe pushed open the door and asked respectfully.

  "How many months have these geniuses been in Huálóng Palace?"

  The disciple hesitated for a moment before saying: "Reporting to the elder, it has already been ten months."

  "Oh? It's been ten months already, isn't the one-year probation period almost up?"

  The man's mouth slightly curled up with a cold smile, his eyes narrowed, and he said to this disciple: "Go, keep an eye on someone named Yang Yi in the Earth Palace of these geniuses. If there is any movement from him, you must tell me first, do you understand?"

  "The disciple understands!" He immediately exited the door.

  The man in the room was shrouded in a fierce aura, his low voice cold and menacing: "Hmph, it's time. Even if you've entered the Dragon Palace, what of it? I want you dead, and with my Ba Jia's magic, how easy is it to kill you?"

  This old man was none other than the majestic Blood Ninefold, who had long since cultivated into a Golden Elixir and was the ancestor of the Hundred Families, Baizhan Tian.

  Yang Yi spent three months in closed-door cultivation, during which he rarely left his house. His blood crystals were used up like flowing water, and within the short span of three months, he had consumed a full 10 million blood crystals.

  Moreover, there were over a hundred bottles of Yuanqi Dan and Bishui Dan, such a terrifying consumption naturally also took effect, that is, Yang Yi finally condensed out eight drops of essence blood.

  This eighth drop of essence is truly hard-won, such honest cultivation without extracting any essence to refine, the consumption of this cultivation is really too astonishing, it's simply terrifying. Even if someone is extremely wealthy, they might not be able to afford the consumption of this eighth drop of essence, which was completely accumulated through wealth.

  Even those cave masters probably didn't have so much wealth to squander.

  Eight drops of essence blood are indeed powerful. Among these geniuses, in terms of progress, perhaps it's not Yang Yi who has made the most progress, because countless people have already broken through to the fifth level of Blood Condensation, but he is the only genius cultivator among them who, like Ouyang Xin, has condensed eight drops of essence blood.

  "These eight drops of essence are already so hard to condense, let alone the ninth drop. And I have a feeling that this ninth drop won't be so simple. To say nothing of my mere tens of millions of blood crystals, even if I had hundreds of millions of blood crystals, it would probably be useless!"

  Yang Yi's mind became active again, and in two months it would be a year. He also wanted to take advantage of the one-year testing period that was about to arrive, shocking the entire Huálóng Palace. Therefore, within two months, he must condense the ninth drop of essence blood, and even break through to the fifth level of Blood Condensation. This was an unimaginable task.

  "Abyssal Valley, only the boundless and powerful alien beasts of Abyssal Valley can give me a chance to condense the ninth drop of essence blood, or even break through!"

  Yang Yi then said to Liu Kun, a guard outside the house: "Liu Kun, go and invite Liu brother and Wu brother to come over. Tell them I have something to discuss with them."

  After a while, Liu Kun returned, but he didn't bring Liu Qingyun and Wu Tiangong with him.

  "Reporting to Your Excellency, both Lord Liu and Lord Wu have left Huā Lóng Gōng to gain experience."

  Yang nodded slightly, and there were still a few months left. The two of them had just broken through the boundary, and they might have been stimulated by Ouyang Xin again, thinking of going out to solidify their own boundaries once more.

  "Since no one is going, with my current strength, I can go to the Deep Valley alone, so be it, I'll just go by myself!"

  Yang Yi immediately got everything ready and left Huálóng Palace alone.

  In the room of Bai Zhan Tian, a disciple suddenly pushed open the door and respectfully said to Bai Zhan Tian: "Reporting to the elder, Yang Yi has just gotten up alone and is now out of Huo Long Palace. It seems he's going for training!"

  The eyes of the mighty warrior flashed open, his entire body radiating an aura of terror. In a low voice, he said: "Oh? You went out alone? Just right, haha, well done! Take this martial arts manual to cultivate, I'm going out for a while now. You should know how to answer if someone asks."

  "The disciple knows, so I'll just say that the elder has gone out to temper his mind and hopes to succeed in transforming his form." The disciple's eyes flickered, looking very clever.

  "Haha, follow this old man and you won't be at a loss for benefits, but if you betray me, humph!"

  The killing intent that had been building up in Bai Zhan's body was suddenly released, and immediately made this disciple feel as if he had fallen into an icy pit, his fear knew no bounds.

  "I don't dare!"

  He flew out immediately after fighting for a hundred battles in the sky.

  He glanced outside, shook his head slightly, and knew that Bai Zhan Tian was ruthless. That person named Yang Yi was likely to be in a precarious situation, but he was just a small, insignificant servant who couldn't even be considered an official disciple, so how dare he speak out of turn?

  Here is the translation:

  I'd like to take a moment to talk to my friends who have been following this book and me. So far, "Bloodline Record" hasn't achieved the results I had hoped for, but I don't have any regrets. This book has been brewing for a long time, and I believe it will only get better in the future. To be honest, this book is a slow burn, but I'll pour my heart into it to make it a great one. Don't worry, as an old author, although my achievements aren't impressive, I won't be anxious or flustered. Today, I just wanted to chat with friends and share some thoughts, please forgive me! Also, I've never written a thank-you note before, but today I'll take the opportunity to do so. Thank you to those who have rewarded me, especially "South Pole Bear 88", thank you for your support! If new friends think this book is okay, please add it to your bookshelf and vote with a recommendation ticket if you can. That's all, thank you everyone for your support!