"Phew, I’m finally finished reading."
Two hours later, Wu Tian had finished all the books detailing the Blood Refinement experiences of his predecessors. Not a single one of them had succeeded, but it was their failures he sought to learn from. He exhaled slowly and placed the last book back on the shelf. To gain experience from failure and create a new path—this was not an idea he had originated.
In the past, as the Wutian Celestial Emperor, Wu Tian shattered the Void to return to Earth, his journey taking him through the All Heavens. In one world he passed through, there was a man who lost a hundred battles. However, by summarizing his experiences, he grasped the martial art of victory from failure itself. From that day forward, he won every battle he fought. Wu Tian’s actions today were based on the very same principle.
"It’s time to create the True Art of Blood Refinement."
Throughout history, countless people had relentlessly pursued the Path of Blood Refinement, only to fail. According to Wu Tian’s calculations, without him, it would take another 20,037 years to create the True Art of Blood Refinement, assuming their successors possessed the same level of talent as the current generation of Blood Refiners.
But if Wu Tian were to create the Path of Blood Refinement today, he would rightfully be called the "Ancestor of Blood Refinement"! Every Blood Refiner would owe him a debt of gratitude. In the future, at his single command, this entire group would have no choice but to follow his orders.
I need to buy some things before I can start. Alchemy required a pill furnace and herbs, and Blood Refinement also had its own material needs.
As Wu Tian walked out of the Library, the first thing he saw was Bo Gu and Meng Tian waiting for him. They were waiting anxiously, their faces a strange mixture of conflict, struggle, and discomfort.
"What’s with those faces?" Wu Tian smiled faintly and approached with amusement.
"We’re worried," sighed Bo Gu.
Meng Tian’s brow was also deeply furrowed. "If you can’t create the Path of Blood Refinement, I..." He would be driven out of here by the other Blood Refiners, with nowhere to take his daughter. If the tyrant who killed his wife learned of his whereabouts, he would certainly come looking, and things would only get worse.
Wu Tian laughed. "Alright, alright, alright. Seeing you all so anxious, let’s go. I’ll start the Blood Refinement now."
"Please follow me."
Bo Gu personally led the way, seeing from Wu Tian’s determined demeanor that this was no joke. Meng Tian also followed Wu Tian closely as they went to the Land of Blood Refinement. Compared to other places underneath the ancestral hall, this area was somewhat brighter. There were several cages holding various animals, all of them bearing wounds. Clearly, the blood from these animals was what they usually used for their research.
"Bo Gu, what are you doing bringing this young man here? Do you really believe he can create the True Art of Blood Refinement?" Mr. Ke and the others noticed the scene and followed them, Mr. Ke wearing a displeased expression.
Bo Gu wanted to speak up and give Wu Tian a chance, but he had barely opened his mouth before Mr. Ke interrupted, shouting, "Enough! Take him out of here. If you do it now, I can still forgive you. Otherwise, I’m leaving this place immediately to find another Blood Refiner’s den."
These old Blood Refiners had gone to great lengths to persuade Mr. Ke to return; how could they let him leave again? All their hopes were pinned on him. As the most senior member, Mr. Ke’s chance of discovering the True Art of Blood Refinement might only be one percent, but that was still higher than that of anyone else here. The aged Blood Refiners didn’t want to die. They could only stake everything on one last bet and put their trust in Mr. Ke.
"Bo Gu, make him leave."
"Yes, Bo Gu, Meng Tian, if you two don’t take him away today, then you two can just get out of here!"
The Blood Refiners urged them on, thinking Bo Gu and Meng Tian must be out of their minds. To actually believe in such a young man? A man not even twenty years old was going to create the Art of Blood Refinement? The very thought was a ridiculous fantasy.
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Mr. Ke and the others were displeased. What is wrong with Bo Gu and Meng Tian? Why are they pinning their hopes on a young man instead of us, the older generation of Blood Refiners?
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