Chapter 39: Who Says My Senior Is a Scumbag? I’ll Fight Anyone Who Insults Him

Staring at the leech pattern on the purple robe, Chen Ping'an fell into deep thought.

This Purple Blood Divine Sect was obscure in the Wildlands, yet it possessed an expert at the Void Spirit Stage like the Fu family's ancestor! This indicated that the Purple Blood Divine Sect was incredibly powerful—far stronger than the Qingyun Sect.

"How many members does your Purple Blood Divine Sect have, and what is your strength like?" Chen Ping'an asked with a piercing gaze.

"There seem to be quite a few of us, but our disciples rarely gather; we only return once every thirty years." The Fu family ancestor looked at Chen Ping'an and said earnestly, "There are many at the Void Spirit Stage like me, and even the weakest among us are at least at the ninth level of the Divine Void Stage."

Boom!

This statement was like a bombshell, shocking everyone present. No one had expected the Purple Blood Divine Sect to be so powerful, with such a vast number of Void Spirit Stage experts! One had to realize that in places like the North Province and the Nether Province, Void Spirit Stage experts were figures of legend. The strongest individuals openly known in those two provinces were merely at the peak of the tenth level of the Divine Void Stage.

"Young friend, since you are so interested in my Purple Blood Divine Sect, could it be that you also wish to join and learn the Purple Blood Return-to-Origin Technique?" The Fu family ancestor coughed violently, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled bleakly. "If you were to practice this technique and pair it with that holy sword, you would truly be invincible in the world."

"Is that so?" A certain hypothesis suddenly surfaced in Chen Ping'an's mind. He tapped the Fu family ancestor on the forehead with his sword and said seriously, "Why would I need to join? Can't you just hand over the Purple Blood Return-to-Origin Technique?"

"It would be useless if I gave it to you. Without the Mother Blood, it is impossible to cultivate the technique," the Fu family ancestor sighed softly.

"Mother Blood?" Xia Xiaoliang's eyes lit up, and she asked with a grin, "What is Mother Blood?"

"Every thirty years, we must return to the sect to obtain the Mother Blood. The time is just about right now. If you wish to join the Purple Blood Divine Sect, I can act as your sponsor," the Fu family ancestor said, looking at Chen Ping'an with expectation.

"Hey, you still haven't told me what Mother Blood is!" Xia Xiaoliang demanded angrily.

"I don't know either. I am not a high-ranking member of the sect, so I know nothing of the origins of the Mother Blood," the Fu family ancestor replied helplessly.

"Fine, you can be my sponsor." Chen Ping'an smiled faintly and retracted the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword. He had a hunch about the Purple Blood Divine Sect, and only by reaching them could he confirm whether his suspicions were correct.

"Good, good..." The Fu family ancestor coughed as he stood up and said to Fu Cangyun and the others, "Lend me some purple blood; I will return it to you later."

Before anyone could react, he gestured lightly, and wisps of purple blood drifted out from the bodies of Fu Cangyun and the others. The Fu family ancestor opened his mouth and swallowed the blood. He was instantly revitalized, as if his injuries had vanished in that moment, while Fu Cangyun and the others looked withered and weak.

"That is a demonic, heretical technique!" Xia Xiaoliang exclaimed, eyes wide. The Qingyun Sect was a righteous path, and its disciples were filled with integrity; seeing such an evil art left her unsettled. The Fu family ancestor looked at the girl—who was only at the Divine Storage Stage—and offered a sheepish smile, not daring to respond.

At that moment, a soft sound was heard, and Fu Qiushui woke up.

"Senior." As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Chen Ping'an, she shouted urgently, "Please, save Hongying!"

Fu Cangyun and the others felt their faces darken.

Chen Ping'an smiled. "It's already done."

Done? Fu Qiushui quickly looked at the Fu family ancestor and saw him standing beside Chen Ping'an with a slight bow. She let out a breath of relief.

"Don't tell Hongying I was here." Chen Ping'an turned, strode gracefully off the altar, and headed toward the palace gates. Xia Xiaoliang and the Fu family ancestor hurried to follow.

Fu Qiushui was stunned, taking a long time to process the situation. Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes. The senior had saved Hongying from the jaws of death without asking for anything in return—what noble character was this?

"From now on, if anyone calls the senior a scumbag, I'll fight them to the death!" Fu Qiushui swore to herself. At this moment, the senior’s image in her heart became even more towering.

Fu Cangyun waved his hand, lifting the restrictions on Fu Qiushui and restoring her cultivation. "Qiushui, although the ancestor was in the wrong, Hongying's ex-boyfriend has forgiven him and didn't start a massacre. Now that Hongying is safe, this is a happy outcome for all..." Fu Cangyun sighed.

He felt as though he were in a dream. He had expected his ancestor to successfully reach the second level of the Void Spirit Stage, but who would have thought that one of Fu Hongying's ex-boyfriends would show up? And this ex-boyfriend possessed a holy artifact! It was truly terrifying. To own a holy artifact, this person must surely come from one of the top powers in the Wildlands—someone their small Fu family could never afford to offend.

"Yes, the senior said no one is to leak this information." Fu Qiushui accepted her fate, sighed softly, and walked over to Fu Hongying to begin lifting the restrictions on her.

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"Xiaoliang, wait for me in Qiyun City." After leaving the Fu estate, Chen Ping'an spoke suddenly. Qiyun City was the closest city to Qiyun Mountain, about a thousand miles away.

"Understood, Senior," Xia Xiaoliang agreed readily. She knew the Purple Blood Divine Sect was full of experts, and with her meager strength, she would only be cannon fodder and a burden to the senior. However, thinking of him venturing alone into a den of wolves and tigers, she grew worried and looked at him with soulful eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm going to join the sect, not to fight," Chen Ping'an said, patting the bun-haired girl on the head.

"Okay." Xia Xiaoliang turned and flew toward Qiyun City.

"Lead the way," Chen Ping'an said, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the Fu family ancestor.

"Good, good..." The Fu family ancestor summoned a spirit boat, carried the two of them toward the southwest, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

A while later, after observing in silence, Chen Ping'an suddenly said, "The direction you are flying is toward the Qingmu Province?"

"Yes," the Fu family ancestor nodded. "It is located within the Cloud Dream Swamp, where the Qingmu Province and the Nether Province meet."

Cloud Dream Swamp? Chen Ping'an was slightly taken aback. Even in his previous life as a mortal, he was no stranger to the Cloud Dream Swamp. It was one of the four great forbidden zones of the Wildlands.

"Heh, your Purple Blood Divine Sect certainly knows how to pick a spot—choosing to reside inside a forbidden zone." Chen Ping'an smiled faintly.

"Perhaps it is peaceful there..." The Fu family ancestor offered a sheepish, awkward smile. As an ordinary disciple, he knew nothing about the sect. He only had the qualifications to return to the sect every thirty years to collect the Mother Blood, and during the interim, the sect assigned no tasks to its disciples. In the three hundred years since he joined, he had never carried out a single mission.

Several hours later, the aura of the Divine Void Stage suddenly vanished from Chen Ping'an's body, startling the Fu family ancestor. He cautiously sensed the air and found that Chen Ping'an's cultivation had changed to the fifth level of the Golden Body Stage. This shocked him greatly.

Chen Ping'an glared at him and sneered, "What, you don't understand?"

"No, no." The Fu family ancestor smiled awkwardly. He couldn't fathom Chen Ping'an's trump cards, so he dared not act rashly.

Three days later, seeing that Chen Ping'an was still at the Golden Body Stage, the ancestor's curiosity flared up again. "Young friend, as an expert at the peak of the tenth level of the Divine Void Stage with a holy artifact in hand, why bother masquerading as being at the Golden Body Stage?"

"My surname is Wang. If we are talking about age, you are merely a junior..." Chen Ping'an glanced at the Fu family ancestor with eyes full of mockery. A little thing that had lived for a few hundred years was like a newborn infant in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ping'an said with a faint smile, "However, we can simply address each other as 'fellow daoist'."

Older than me? The Fu family ancestor felt a twitch in his temple, thinking, *You are so old, yet you pursued my descendant—how truly shameless of you...*