In a tall rundown apartment complex that can accommodate over a thousand people. On the roof of this building, a young man of eighteen years of age was sitting in lotus position, peacefully cultivating. The young man was wearing worn out black robes fully covered in dried blood. As he continued to cultivate, his frail body started to shake.
His body continuously shook tremendously and expelled pungent sludge blood from all his orifices and pores. No longer did he look human, but rather a grotesque looking fountain of sludge blood. As the time passed and sun slowly sets. The night was the height of its prime with the stars in full view.
From the boundless skies above, snowflakes of stars started to fall on the sludge blood covered young man. As the snowflakes of stars touched upon the sludge blood, it turned into a smooth flowing river that separated into five channels. These five blood channels, encircled the freed young man and started to form into five blood balls.
These five blood balls, then started to form hands and feet, until five palm sized blood human was formed. The young man, free of the sludge blood and only dried traces were added to his robe, coughed loudly and spat out large amount of blood. As blood continued to flow from his mouth, his eyes opened to reveled to be bloodshot, much like a demon’s.
However, it did not stop there. He suddenly grasped his left chest with his right hand, as his heart suddenly started to beat faster and faster. Remaining in lotus position, he tried to enter a state of deep cultivation, but to no avail. The pain was too much. He gritted his teeth and did not let a single sound come out of his mouth.
The five palm sized blood humans quickly reacted and started to arrange themselves in a unique way that covered the young man in a formation. Watching these events unfold before her very eyes was a young teen of sixteen years of age wearing white robes with lightly dark skin, mid-length black hair and eyes was watching with a cold gaze devoid of any emotion.
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But, as she muttered the word “Xian” in concern. Her voice that could send shivers to one’s spine, could also break down the toughest of defenses with her voice of concern. As much as she wanted to help, she could not. This was a tribulation that only her "Xian" could take and could only rely on himself.
It is also the tribulation if he will be permanently crippled, or have the chance at having a new life in cultivation.
A week has passed and sun was out in the sky. Noise can be heard all around the ground, as people begin their day and procced to do their usual routine in their daily lives. Though it was noisy down below, on a certain rooftop, a young man helplessly laid on the puddle of his own blood, barely conscious with a young female teen watching over him.
“Congratulations, Zuxian” The young female teen revealed a warm smile on her usual stoic face. The young man was too tired to reply, but the faint smile on his face was enough to convey his joy. He longer tried to stay conscious and left his himself to the limits of his body to enjoy a long and peaceful sleep.
Once the young man had fallen asleep and his light snores entered the ears of the young female teen, a phone came out from a ring on her right middle finger and started to dial a number. At the other end the person was silent. The young teen simply brought the phones near her mouth, before saying “Slut, I’ve won”, before proceeding to crush the phone with her bare hand without waiting for the other party to respond.
“Poor…poor…Xing Clan. You have simply let a once in a lifetime treasure slip through your hands. Well, you didn’t even deserve him in the first place” The young female teen muttered, as she kneeled down disregarding the blood and caressed the cheek of the young man.