Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 826 - 824: The Scarlet Shadow, Blood Moon?

Chapter 826: Chapter 824: The Scarlet Shadow, Blood Moon?

"So when your grandson killed countless young women of our Huaxia, you as his elder have nothing to say to us?"

If that Basong hadn’t crossed the line, Ren Feifan might not have been so ruthless.

But now, this red-robed old man is laughably expecting me to give an explanation.

An explanation?

Would I, Ren Feifan, be willing to give this explanation?

Even if your strength is great, so what?

I, Ren Feifan, have never been afraid!

The red-robed old man’s expression slightly changed; this wasn’t how he had envisioned the scenario unfolding.

He had planned to overwhelm the other party first, then bring up the matter of the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven, but it seems he’s already stuck at the first step.

This person is typically one who cannot be coerced but can be persuaded with gentleness.

Even the middle-aged man beside him looked at the young Huaxia kid with a slight sympathy.

In all the heavens, the only person who dares to talk to Basong - Jiling like this is the greenhorn before me.

It’s likely that the patriarch of the Basong Family is about to explode!

This youth is definitely dead this time!

The patriarch of the Basong Family snorted coldly, "What does it matter if those Huaxia women died? Dying by our noble Basong Family’s hands should be an honor for them.

As a cultivator, and even more so as an expert, caring so much for the lives of these ants will only limit your path of cultivation! The highest realm of cultivation is to be heartless! You clearly can’t do it."

Ren Feifan immediately stood up, retorting, "Your Basong bloodline is noble? In my eyes, the bloodline of a dog from our Huaxia might be even more dignified than that of your deceased Basong!"

Upon these words, the Basong patriarch, who had been trying to control his temper, could no longer contain himself!

This insult was simply an affront to the entire Basong Family!

He had lived for nearly a century and this was the first time he’d encountered someone who dared to say such things!

"You’re seeking death! I initially wanted to have a good-hearted discussion with you, but now it seems there’s no need for further talk!"

The patriarch of the Basong Family slapped his palm down fiercely, the table shook, and a terrifying surge of air swept out.

The dinnerware on the table went flying!

The airwave shot out like a swift arrow with a "whoosh", heading straight for Ren Feifan’s forehead.

Naturally, Ren Feifan wasn’t going to just wait for death. His arm extended, his tattoos surged vividly, his entire arm glowing with a faint luminescence.

He directly grabbed the black arrow.

Though the tattoos’ power was activated on his arm, the arrow’s impact was still terrifying. The horrific velocity almost broke free from Ren Feifan’s grasp.

Blood seeped from the palm of Ren Feifan’s hand.

Quite painful!

Surprise flickered across the face of the Basong Family patriarch. He hadn’t expected this youth to catch the attack successfully.

It seems his strength really shouldn’t be underestimated.

But after all, the opponent was only of Heavenly Rank, from where did he get such strength!

The Basong patriarch frowned slightly, refraining from another assault, instead, he asked, "You’re no match for me, and I don’t want to continue fighting. I’ll ask you a few questions, and as long as you answer, I might let you live. First, what exactly did you take from the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven? What did you see there?"

A wicked smile played upon Ren Feifan’s lips, it seems these people from Southeast Asia are indeed very interested in the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven.

But I didn’t bring much out, mainly that Dragon Vein and the batch of medicines left by the Easterners, as well as the Corpus Eradication Bug.

However, it was obvious that the red-robed old man wasn’t really asking about these things.

Could it be that I left something behind in the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven?

It’s actually possible!

Ren Feifan decided to play along and said directly, "What do you want? If I have it on me, I will definitely give it to you."

The Basong Family elder’s eyes tightened as he stated bluntly, "If you hand over that thing, I may even consider not pursuing my grandson’s death."

The middle-aged man beside heard this, his face changed completely; what on earth did this elder want that he would even put aside seeking revenge for the young master!

But in Ren Feifan’s mind, he was urging, "Just spit it out already, will you!"

However, outwardly he managed to appear unfazed.

After pondering for a few seconds, the Basong Family elder asked straight out, "Did you come across a blood-colored shadow in the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven?"

A shadow? Red?

Ren Feifan was completely baffled; there was no such thing in the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven.

He certainly hadn’t noticed anything of the sort.

Could it be that this thing was related to the Blood Moon that had caused his possession?

But he quickly dismissed that possibility, as the timing of the Blood Moon and the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven didn’t quite match up.

Ren Feifan’s reaction did not escape the Basong Family elder, who immediately realized that the thing was not with this Huaxia lad.

That meant he was no longer of any use to him.

After all, the most accurate actions and movements are those made subconsciously.

Could the blood shadow really exist only in legend?

It was said that the blood shadow was formed from the gathering of ten drops of essence blood of a strong cultivator from the Demon Sect; once the blood shadow carelessly merged into someone’s body, it would cause anomalies.

It would take anywhere from ten days to a year to brew inside the person’s body, depending entirely on the cultivator’s absorption efficiency—someone gifted might fully assimilate it into their blood in just ten days.

As for the ungifted, they might not even assimilate it in a year’s time.

The integration of the blood shadow would bestow a surge of blood power upon the host during times of rage or extreme emotional fluctuation, with terrifyingly strong effects!

This was the strength that the Basong Family had always sought.

Originally, he had simply wanted his grandson to gain experience and, who knows, maybe even encounter this opportunity, but he never expected that it would result in death, separating them forever.

Anger fermented in his heart, and soon after, he stood up.

"Since you are unaware of that thing’s whereabouts, you are of no use to me."

Ren Feifan had anticipated that he wouldn’t get out of there today, and instead of showing fear, he said directly, "Does that mean you want to take me down?"

"Indeed. You messed with a member of the Basong Family; do you think you can still live a good life?"

The Basong Family elder’s cold voice rang out, his hand already flickering with a black mist.

"In that case, there’s no need for dinner." Ren Feifan gave a slight smile, put down his chopsticks, "It’s about time we squared off. I’ve been itching for a fight recently—time to see what a so-called Southeast Asian expert is made of!"

"You are the first person in the latter half of my life who has challenged me; I don’t know whether to feel gratified or helpless."

The Basong Family elder gave a faint smile but still took a step forward, evidently accepting Ren Feifan’s challenge. Although Ren Feifan’s strength wasn’t considered very strong, a fight with this lad might let him feel something different.

Ren Feifan also stepped forward, controlling his aura very well. Compared to the Basong Family elder, he knew he had to be especially careful—not just in the realization of cultivation but also in strength, realm, and combat skills, the elder was a few notches stronger.

So Ren Feifan was very clear that caution was the priority at this moment.

The Basong Family elder smiled slightly, "Do you have any last words? Seeing as you’re a renowned youth, I’ll grant you the right to leave them!!!"

"To your death!" Ren Feifan roared, as the Holy Abyss Sword appeared in his hand with a mighty presence. Brandishing the sword and carrying a terrifying aura, he charged ferociously toward the Basong Family elder.

(That’s all for today; will publish together tomorrow at noon—that should be more satisfying to read. Surely, there will be people calling me a scatterbrain, sigh, scatterbrain’s updates haven’t been on point recently, I admit it. I had a minor surgery on my left hand, and it’s inconvenient to type; it’s an occupational hazard of writing for a long time. However, I promise to make it up to you all with a big update tomorrow, partly because of the additional Chapters, and partly to compensate for the past few days’ fewer Chapters. Coding all night. Heart.)

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