Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Chapter 768 The First Person [Third Update]

"Meng Tian, how is it? Have any new Seeds of Hope appeared?"

While Meng Tian was vexed, an old man with white hair, also wearing a Ghost Mask, walked in.

He was Bo Gu, a man who had dedicated his life to the Path of Blood Refinement. Although he had not managed to research the true Art of Blood Refinement, he had practiced it on himself for so many years that his very blood had begun to change. His vitality was exuberant. Though he could no longer practice martial arts, he could still live to be over two hundred.

What truly worried him, however, was the future of the Path of Blood Refinement. The number of people who wanted to become Blood Refiners was dwindling. At this rate, in another hundred years, there might not even be a hundred Blood Refiners left in the entire Immortal Emperor Realm. By then, it was likely no one would bother to research Blood Refinement at all. He had come to see if there were any Seeds of Hope.

"What Seeds of Hope? In the last exam, even though no one passed, most scored 30 or 40 points. This time? We have scores of twenty, ten, and even three. Ugh..." Meng Tian grumbled angrily. "If this continues, we Blood Refiners have no future."

"Let me see." Bo Gu sighed. He walked over, picked up the exam papers, and his brow furrowed immediately. He discovered Meng Tian was mistaken. These scores of twenty or ten points were nothing more than pity marks! The exam papers were a complete mess, filled with haphazard scrawls. Heh. From my perspective, these papers with twenty or ten-odd points are really only worth six or nine.

Bo Gu sighed again. It’s over! This generation of Blood Refiners will contribute no true knowledge to the Art of Blood Refinement. The next generation is full of people like this, making the future even more hopeless.

"Hmm? Why did you set this exam paper aside?" Not a single paper in the pile before Meng Tian had satisfied Bo Gu. It was the lone exam set to the side that caught his attention. It bore no marks from a red pen, nor was it grouped with the other papers.

"Because that paper isn’t even worth looking at. It’s just nonsense." Remembering the way Wu Tian had frantically scribbled on his paper, Meng Tian shook his head. He was convinced Wu Tian had just been fooling around. How could anyone writing that fast be taking it seriously?

"Let me see." Bo Gu casually opened Wu Tian’s exam paper, intending to just give it a glance. But as soon as he did, his eyes widened and he gasped in surprise. "This is..."

RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

He was utterly captivated. As he flipped from one page to the next, Bo Gu’s expression grew more and more astonished, his gaze increasingly solemn.

"What’s with that expression? Did the kid write something hilarious? But even if it was funny, your face shouldn’t look like *that*." Seeing the shift in Bo Gu’s demeanor, Meng Tian froze.

"Funny? No, no, no! What nonsense are you spouting? Come and look at this! It’s simply..." Bo Gu’s voice was filled with delight as he tried to hand the paper to Meng Tian so they could look together.

"Look at what? What’s there to see in this mess..." Meng Tian muttered. Still, out of respect for Bo Gu, he glanced over. That one look was enough to make his eyes fly open and a gasp escape his lips. "Ah!"

The page Meng Tian was looking at was flawless. He hurriedly flipped through the rest, finding every other page just as clear and correct. One could say that aside from his answer to the absurd first question about the uses of dog’s blood, everything was correct.

"This... how is this possible?" Meng Tian was dumbfounded.

"This paper scored a 90! That’s a score we’ve never seen in the entire history of this exam!" After the shock subsided, Bo Gu couldn’t stop himself from questioning Meng Tian. "How could you not have looked at it? A talent like this comes to take our Blood Refiner exam, and you nearly let him slip away! Heavens, if we had missed him, you would have been a sinner for the ages!"

In the entire history of the Blood Refiners’ written exam, no one has ever scored above 75. Now, someone has. And they scored 90. Isn’t a person like this far more likely than anyone else to develop the true Art of Blood Refinement?

"I..." Meng Tian lowered his head in shame, at a loss for words. He had almost become a sinner for the ages.

To answer the questions with such speed and still get everything right? I’ve never even heard of such a person. Someone like that must have an incredibly deep understanding of the Path of Blood Refinement. A person like him has an extremely high chance of creating the true Art of Blood Refinement! When that happens, Blood Refiners will finally be able to walk upon the face of the earth with their heads held high. And I nearly lost such a prodigy through my own carelessness? Meng Tian wanted to slap himself.

* * *

Wu Tian exhaled. His Spiritual Sense had now returned from the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House in the Doushuai Temple.

He had mastered the Great Blood Transformation Technique of the Cultivation Realm. In an hour, he had learned knowledge from the Great Blood Transformation Technique that was unavailable elsewhere, gaining a comprehensive understanding of what blood was, its abilities, its applications, and more. Wu Tian was confident that if he could also learn the fragmented methods of Blood Refinement that Blood Refiners had attempted over the past thousand years, he could definitely create the true Art of Blood Refinement.

If he was willing, Wu Tian could be the savior of the Blood Refiners. He could bring the hidden Blood Refiners into the light, allowing them to live openly and proudly. If he was willing, he could spread the Art of Blood Refinement, and the Blood Refiners would immediately rise to rival the likes of Array Masters and Alchemists. But that all depended on whether Wu Tian was in the mood.

"Psh. In your dreams," Meng Xue chuckled. Wu Tian had finished and left so early; how could he possibly have the highest score? Still, I have to admire his nerve, bragging right up until the results are announced. Is there no limit to his posturing?

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