Primordial Cultivator

Zhu Wenqian's eyes glowed in some redness as she slowly subsided her aura.

"Phew, just the first step of the scripture, and my cultivation had already improved drastically." Zhu Wenqian mumbled as she glanced at her hand.

She was in disbelief at how much change had occurred by just practicing a new scripture.

"No wonder we are targeted by everyone within the Saint World." She laughed depressingly.

Maybe if their clan didn't have such a scripture, then they could have avoided this disaster.

"Sigh, no point in thinking about the 'if' possibility. Let's just focus back on cultivating the scripture."

Zhu Wenqian then proceeded to concentrate on cultivating the scripture.

Meanwhile, in his unconscious state, Yang Wei was floating around his body.

His original blood had already met with the Saint Blood that was now coated in a Phoenix Frost Armor.

"Yang Wei, wake up now."

"Yang Wei, if you still don't wake up then you might really lose control of your body."

While drifting unconsciously, Yang Wei could hear a familiar voice that was calling out to him.

'S-Senior Fan Ping?' Yang Wei thought as he struggled to regain his consciousness.

The Saint Blood was too tyrannical and fearsome that it had knocked him out cold.

"Start resisting it, Yang Wei. Or is this your limit and capability? An ant that can't defeat some blood?"

As Fan Ping's voice was filled with a taunting and sneering tone, Yang Wei started clutching his fist tightly.

'No… I'm not a loser and I will not be defeated here.' Yang Wei screamed internally as he exploded on his aura.

Sweats had already started trickling down his forehead, but his eyes remained close.

Fan Ping who has been inspecting from the start began to worry for Yang Wei.

"Seems like I have to do one final push…" He muttered.

Afterward, Fan Ping flicked his waist as he sent out multiple fake images into Yang Wei's mind.

That was the only way he could allow Yang Wei to witness his fate if he were to fall here.

As the fake images were implemented into his mind, Yang Wei's eyes showed a fierce glint.

A murderous aura emitted from his body when he saw the fake images of Elder Jing being humiliated by everyone.

After that, it was Su Mingxia being raped by her fiance as she struggled to resist.

Yang Wei clenched his fist in anger as he saw more images that were even more outrageous.

Unwilling to witness such a scene occur, his aura started rising up, to the point where the suppression of the Saint Blood vanished completely.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!"

Yang Wei screamed aloud as he refused to allow his women to be harmed in any way.

With a final gush, Yang Wei's eyes opened up as he finally regained his consciousness.

He panted heavily as he glanced around his surroundings.

"Where am I?"

That was the first question he had in mind.

"W-Wasn't I in the process of assimilating the Saint Blood given to me by Zhu Wenqian?" He asked himself.

"That's right, Yang Wei. Now stop idling and start the blood fusion." Fan Ping's voice resounded in his mind.

Yang Wei quickly recalled everything and how he fainted due to the corrosiveness from the Saint Blood.

With Fan Ping urging him from behind the scene, Yang Wei quickly snapped out of his daze as he focused on what's the most important part.

Blood Fusion- a type of process of assimilating one's blood with a different type of blood.

This process is extremely risky as failure could result in a cultivation deviation or even possibly death.

Thus, Yang Wei didn't rush things despite the current situation being extremely dire.

Yang Wei began hovering close to the Saint Blood that was being sustained by the Phoenix Frost Armor.

"Thank god for Zhu Wenqian's pill. Otherwise, I feared the Saint Blood would wreak havoc in my organs." Yang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

After calming down, Yang Wei's expression turned solemn as he waved his hand around.

Controlling his spiritual qi, Yang Wei brought the Saint Blood closer to the location of his bloodline.

"I had awakened my bloodline previously, but Jing Feng still hasn't told me what my bloodline is…" Yang Wei smiled bitterly as he was still kept in the dark about his bloodline origin.

However, now was not the time to idle around as Yang Wei began the process of assimilating.

With precise control, Yang Wei manipulated his spiritual qi to drag the Saint Blood closer to his bloodline.

After that, Yang Wei manifested his soul into the form of a sword and sliced the Saint Blood into multiple pieces.

If he had tried to assimilate the entire Saint Blood at once, then his bloodline would surely be affected.

Patience is a virtue and also the key to surviving most of the time.

Thus, despite the assimilation process being slowed down by a huge margin, Yang Wei was successful in slowly absorbing the Saint Blood into his bloodline.

Time slowly passed by, and Yang Wei was at the final droplet of the Saint Blood.

"Phew, this is the final one…" Yang Wei wiped some of his sweat off as he utilized the Phoenix Frost Armor to bring the last Saint Blood into his bloodline.

BOOOOM!

As soon as the final Saint Blood assimilated, Yang Wei felt his blood boiling and his heart began aching.

"W-What's going on?" Yang Wei muttered as he clutched his chest tightly.

"It finally happened…" Fan Ping suddenly appeared out of thin air as he showed a revered expression.

'Yang Kai, as expected of your descendant. Heck, Yang Wei might even surpass your glory from back then.' He thought.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei glanced at Fan Ping with a confused expression.

"Senior Fan Ping?"

"Shh, don't talk and start cultivating now." Fan Ping shut him off quickly as he injected some fragmented memory into his brain.

"Follow the steps I just sent, and I shall answer your questions later."