Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 767

Chapter 767: Chapter 790: Divine Fist Sect, Shocking [2nd Update]

Mr. Bick was the most senior elder among the Blood Refiners here. He was over three hundred years old. Although his blood had never successfully evolved, it was infused with medicine and beast blood, allowing him to live to four hundred. However, since his Art of Blood Refinement was incomplete, he would continue to age despite his longevity. By the time he died, only bones would remain. Furthermore, each night brought him unbearable pain.

Mr. Bick was harboring a fire in his heart with nowhere to vent it. "Take that young man away from here!" he called out to Bo Gu and Meng Tian. "The books in this place are not for just anyone to read."

"No, Mr. Bick, let him read," Bo Gu replied. In the past, he had always heeded the elder, but now he refused.

"That’s right, let him read," Meng Tian added with firm determination.

No amount of seniority mattered now. This concerned the birth of the true Art of Blood Refinement. Who would dare to obstruct it? Whoever did would be an eternal sinner in the history of the Blood Refiners.

"What is the meaning of this?" Seeing that Meng Tian and Bo Gu, who had always been so obedient, were now contradicting him, Mr. Bick was honestly a bit stunned.

"You... what on earth are you doing?" he demanded.

"My conscience is clear," Bo Gu said, unmoved. "I am doing this for the birth of the great Art of Blood Refinement."

"Exactly. For the birth of the great Art of Blood Refinement," Meng Tian declared, his chest swelling with surging passion.

Why did Blood Refiners pour their entire lives into this? Wasn’t it for the true Art of Blood Refinement?

"The Art of Blood Refinement? You believe this young man... Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!" Mr. Bick grew furious, pointing a trembling finger at Bo Gu and Meng Tian.

Bo Gu and Meng Tian stood their ground, refusing to back down.

"Fine, fine, fine..." Enraged, Mr. Bick strode away, shouting, "It’s either him or me! What a joke, what a joke! None of us old-timers could create the Art of Blood Refinement, yet you believe in a young man? HAHAHA..."

He left with a trail of mocking laughter.

"Bo Gu, Meng Tian, are you out of your minds?"

"Hurry and go after Mr. Bick! Apologize to him!"

The other elderly Blood Refiners who had been reading came over one by one, all urging Bo Gu and Meng Tian to chase after the man. They believed that Mr. Bick was their greatest hope. As the most senior among them, he was also the one most likely to finally create the true Art of Blood Refinement.

Bo Gu and Meng Tian exchanged a look, then shook their heads in refusal. If they brought Mr. Bick back, he would surely demand again that Wu Tian be forbidden from reading the books. In their view, while Mr. Bick was indeed the most senior and the most likely among them to succeed, "most likely" did not guarantee success.

Previously, there had been an even more senior Blood Refiner who still ended up dying of old age. He had only lived to be five hundred and thirty-five. For the sake of the true and great Art of Blood Refinement, Bo Gu and Meng Tian decided not to give chase.

"You..."

"Are you two sick or something today?"

After berating Bo Gu and Meng Tian, the other Blood Refiners went to pursue Mr. Bick themselves.

Bo Gu and Meng Tian stood their ground, indifferent to the others’ attitudes. This was their final gamble. They looked again at Wu Tian, who was still reading. He simply flipped through a book with great speed, as if he could finish it just like that.

Bo Gu and Meng Tian wore complicated expressions, a mix of conflict, struggle, and unease. They were terrified that Wu Tian was just toying with them. But they had already made their choice, and all they could do now was stand by it. Deep down, however, they were afraid. If Wu Tian was only joking, Bo Gu and Meng Tian knew they would be finished.

This Five Directions Fist is truly the king of all fist techniques. The more I practice, the more I realize how infinitely profound it is. The techniques I used to practice seem like complete garbage now.

The Green Emperor Fist seems best suited for morning cultivation, while the Red Emperor Fist...

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