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Chapter 111 – Three Loans and a Cat
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 04:31:45 +0000 UTCFang Zhao broke out of the water, kicking hard against the bottom of the stream.
He swam to the shore.
Mistress Miao watched from atop a mossy boulder stuck between two trees that grew twisted around it. Her two tails swayed without any apparent pattern. From time to time, her wings would flutter, mostly to keep the insects away.
“I have them,” Fang Zhao said.
He did not like the cat. Yet his logical mind told him what happened was outside the cat’s control.
“Are you sure?” Mistress Miao asked.
“Do not question my competence,” Fang Zhao replied.
“Are you sure?”
“I said I know what I am doing.”
“Are you—”
“Yes,” Fang Zhao groaned. “I have a thousand Writher corpses. I counted three times.”
The cat was silent.
“A—”
“You got betrayed because you are annoying,” Fang Zhao said. “I can’t conceive of any other reason.”
“Do you speak from experience?” the cat asked. In the last week of getting to know her, Fang Zhao realised it was a genuine question. She wasn’t being sarcastic.
It made it worse.
He gritted his teeth.
He laid out the corpses one by one on the shore. Most of the Writhers were monsters, with a few Primals. Their levels were all either 1 or 2.
He had run into one level 3. He had to run. Even with his newfound power to cultivate and proficiency with seven Martial Arts, he could not beat it one-on-one underwater.
He realised what a big difference teamwork made, even with a team of rookies.
Monsters and Primals had more power and Qi at the same level. Humans had more intellect. Usually, intellect won against low level monsters.
But the Level 3 Writher he’d come across was a Primal. It had the instincts of a beast, not the kamikaze mindset of a monster.
“These won’t work,” Mistress Miao pointed at a bunch. He would have to hunt more to make the numbers up.
This stream led to a large lake located about a day's trek from the Viridian Glade Gateway Village. It was infested with all manners of monsters. The stream originated from a cave; they said there was a ruin if one followed it to the subterranean layers.
The stream carried hordes of Gotto Writhers, Brackish Constrictor Writhers, Blue Ink Writhers, Reef-Lurker Writhers, and Corpse-Kelp Writhers to the lake every day. They would war with the indigenous monsters that spawned in the lake, perhaps in mad monster glee or for some twisted version of glory.
Fang Zhao dived again after storing the corpses.
He held his breath and reached the bottom. The water was clear. Objects swam past. Leaves, fish, shells, and sand.
Within a few seconds, he spotted a Corpse-Kelp Writher on the stream floor making its way to the lake.
The beast draped itself in dead seaweed. It resembled a floating mass of detritus to those who did not pay attention. A scavenger, not particularly aggressive by beast standards. Unless, of course, it was a monster and sensed spirituality.
Thank heavens for the Spirituality Shrouding Charm.
Fang Zhao struck with Bronze Crane Leg. It had a stance of stomping. His feet went through the kelp and struck the main body of the octopus.
The beast writhed, a faint wail reaching him. It wasn’t a sound that was produced by a vocal cord.
It tried to grab his leg with a long tentacle, but Fang Zhao moved away with Feather Scale Step. The movement Art was not meant for underwater scuffles, but it still worked for minute evasive movements.
Fang Zhao crouched. His hand struck out seven times in quick succession. Of all the Arts he knew, the Sevenfold Strikes of the Waves packed the highest offence in water. It used the flow of water around his attacks as additional sources of damage. It was as if the creator had designed it to be used as such.
The squishy body of the Writher thudded to the ground. The kelp came loose, and what was left was an ugly corpse with tentacles.
Fang Zhao put it in his storage ring and surfaced. After a deep breath, he went back down.
After some hours, he had enough materials.
“I have never heard of this method,” Fang Zhao said, drying himself with a towel. “Are you sure it will help Brother Yu and Sister Huang achieve a second bloodline awakening?”
The duo made their way towards the Second-to-Last Bog. Their destination was the cenote, which they called the Bloodpool Cenote. They could have called it the Redgrass Cenote but didn’t want others to deduce the location. He would have to remind his friends not to share the location with others when he went back.
“It is the oldest method, and it worked for you,” Mistress Miao said. She jumped from one branch to another in the canopy, on the lookout for beasts. “Maybe it isn’t that old. Do you know how old the oldest sect, clan, and tribe in this world is?”
The red-eyed boy shook his head. He hid behind a tree and waited for a lone deer to pass. He didn’t know the name of the beast, but its size and metallic antlers were a good deterrent.
Fang Zhao had no problem dealing with levels 1 and 2. At level 3, he couldn’t win the fight without injuries. If not, he’d be held up too long.
“So much that you don’t know,” the cat said. “This sect has failed in education. You want to remain here. Fascinating. You say the Sect Master is Nascent Soul? Troublesome. Nothing is more troubling than a mildly strong yet illiterate buffoon.”
“Why is it fascinating that I want to remain here?”
“Why is it not?”
“I am a man of my word,” Fang Zhao said. “I have a debt to repay.”
“And I help you repay it,” the cat said. “You claim to be a man of your word. Actually, your bone age is 17. You can be a boy of your words, but not a man according to my sect’s laws.”
“This is exactly why your husband stabbed you in the back.”
The cat hissed. She clawed a tree and threw a branch in a certain direction. A multicoloured snake flew out at Fang Zhao.
“Bitch—”
“I am a female human with a celestial tiger bloodline,” Mistress Miao said. “Not a female dog—you got bitten. Why? It was so slow.”
Fang Zhao gritted his teeth as he put the corpse of the snake in his storage. He retrieved an Elite Grade poison-curing pill and took it.
They reached the Bloodpool Cenote.
Fang Zhao avoided the Redgrass beasts. Their numbers were still down.
They were much weaker the last time he fought them. Fang Zhao now knew it was because of the Redgrass beasts’ ritual. They had dropped their True Blood into the pool to nurture the Lesser Nurturing Bloodferns. That had effectively dropped them multiple levels.
“Maybe if you let yourself be followed again, your sect will find out about this pool of Corroding Corpse Stone Marrow Wine,” Mistress Miao said. “They can steal your achievements. You’ll see how corrupt this sect is and we can leave.”
Fang Zhao reached the bottom of the dryish pool. There were tiny holes, from which transparent yet slightly milky liquid poured up. Once in contact with the dead, it would melt anything but the bone and blood into goo. It smelled faintly of wine and would preserve the potency of living Qi in the blood.
A rare earthly treasure. The sect would no doubt claim the area if they learnt of its existence.
“So we take this Corroding Corpse Stone Marrow Milk, put it in a large pool or tub with all the Writhers, and boil Brother Yu in it?”
“Correct. We take this Corroding Corpse Stone Marrow Milk, put it in a large pool with all the Writhers, and boil the fat kid in it.”
“Same for Sister Huang but with wisps?”
“Same for the wisp girl but with wisps.”
It felt too simple to Fang Zhao. But if this gave Brother Yu and Sister Huang their second Bloodline Art, that should be more than enough to pay off the debt of all those lanterns, potions, and elixirs.
Fang Zhao had gained his second Bloodline Art in the same way according to Mistress Miao. The Jade Sanguine Asuras, or rather, Sanguine Asuras were hybrids that lived off blood. They would appear in places where the blood of hundreds, if not thousands of different beasts, including humans, had fallen. After interacting with the Qi, the celestial cycles, fire, the flora and the fauna, the ley lines, the earth and many other factors for untold centuries to millennia, it would give birth to the beast. It could be either a Primal, Demon, or Spirit.
The Jade Sanguine Asura was a Spirit variant, as opposed to its counterparts. Mistress Miao only knew of one.
The Cinnabar Sand Sanguine Asura.
It was considered the Calamity of the Age of one unfortunate world. The Demon had plunged it into a chaotic reign.
When Fang Zhao was boiled in a pool of blood taken from hundreds of beasts by the locals over who knows how long, he had achieved his second bloodline awakening. That, combined with the duration of his refinement, the Rot-Negating Body Tempering Elixirs, the lanterns, the potions, his Cyclic Lifeblood Conversion, and the intrinsic yet unawakened Trait of the Fang Clan, evolved the Red Fiend Ancestry to a more potent form.
According to Mistress Miao, there’s a chance to awaken one’s bloodline once every realm. That meant, once during level 0, once during levels 1-10, and so forth.
This was different from levelling up a Bloodline, or even grading up and evolving. Levelling up would improve the base qualities of the bloodline, enhancing the existing effects. Grading up would bring that to a height where the Bloodline Arts would change qualitatively. Evolving would do that too and had the chance to Evolve the Bloodline Art further into a newer form. Sometimes, Grading up and evolution would grant additional Bloodline Arts, but it was not a guarantee.
Because while these would all enhance, in one way or another, the parts of the Bloodline that were already awake, they wouldn’t necessarily awaken additional, slumbering parts.
The Bloodline in humans was most often too diluted. Too mixed in with other bloodlines, a hybrid so flexible it was often deemed useless. For most, the effects of all the ancestors would negate each other. Even the Talent Orb could not induce a zeroth bloodline awakening.
For others, perhaps one or two parts among a million more would stand out, ever so slightly. They could have Mortal or Elite Grade Bloodline Traits.
Having an additional Bloodline Awakening was not an easy process. A bad awakening would activate parts of the mixed bloodline that would negate the existing one. It could also activate a part that had no complementary effects. This would also grant a Bloodline Art, but the synergy would be non-existent.
Mistress Miao’s primitive method would apparently enhance the existing part of the bloodline to cannibalise the unawakened parts, extending its own effects. If Brother Yu decided to go through with it, that is.
This was knowledge even the Trueforge Fang Clan did not have.
They might have. No, I am certain they do. Perhaps the methods of awakening differ slightly but it has to be a more advanced variation of this. How else could they specifically target which Bloodline Arts a clan member could gain to practise the Trueforge method?
There must be a way to target and awaken specific Traits, too. Although all Bloodlines were Traits, not all Traits were Bloodlines. Not even close. But the clan knew how to awaken non-Bloodline type Traits too.
Mistress Miao, in her strongest state, was perhaps at the level of the August Light Celestial Sword Sect’s Master.
If her Sect was as strong, it did indeed tempt Fang Zhao to join. He was pretty sure that it wasn’t on this continent, though. Maybe not even this world.
He would need to consider carefully how to pay off his debt to Brother Li. For the foreseeable future, he would cultivate in the Stormy Reef Sect. He would help Brother Yu out as much as he could with his Courtyard, too.
Later on, when he was strong enough, he wouldn’t mind travelling out of the Sect.
After all, he couldn’t beat the crap out of Zirong Peihou unless the bastard came here.
Comments
Emperor Cat VI
It was implied here that Mistress Miao and Fang Zhao talk when off-screen.
King Jerkera
Alright author theres some problems with here introduction of a story element that doesn’t sit right with me. The issue is where was the idea that Mistress Mioa possibly betrayed by her husband discussed? That can of came out of the blue. Although the bloodline talk is interesting could we have a reason as to why she thinks level 1-10 only can double (or awaken?) some part of their bloodline? Did they have like a trial where the upper realms attempted that? Side note I really like that all of the bloodlines have effects on mixed blood humans that makes a lot of sense actually. So I guess Fang Zhou will probably leave with this revelation of his considering of his debt to be nearly solved, with that he is going to help both main characters awaken their bloodlines. Which is kind of cool of him but at the same time kind of how it goes with cultivation world shenanigans.
King Jerkera
It certainly could happen.
Alexis Lionel
That bastard is gonna come there.
