I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 346 - 292: Chopping Wood Knife Technique_3

"What kind of industry? Can it compare to the Filthy Blood Divine Skill!"

The old farmer had no desire to waste words with him, and once again closed in to attack!

Tao Rong was gravely wounded, unable to hold on; with one blow, the old farmer knocked his weapon away and severed his head!

The flesh at the neck trembled, blood splattered across the old farmer’s face, some splashing onto the blood threads floating around him. Those threads wriggled and, like shadows on wet sand, instantly devoured all the blood...

The old farmer leaped up, caught Tao Rong’s head mid-air, and gently landed.

With a thought, the blood threads wriggling around him recoiled into his body like frightened creatures.

The old farmer did not use the blood threads to drain all the blood from Tao Rong’s body.

He was different from the Fortune Teller; the Fortune Teller hadn’t even mastered the first layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, but he had already achieved the Second Layer!

Therefore, in the battle with Tao Rong, there was hardly any blood consumed from his body. Because every time a layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill is mastered, blood refining is required, equivalent to improving the quality of the blood in your body.

The old farmer held Tao Rong’s head, letting out a series of eerie laughs.

Tao Rong wasn’t completely dead yet; his eyelids fluttered, lips pale and trembling...

The old farmer looked at Tao Rong’s severed head, feeling a surge of heat in his abdomen.

Slaughter often aroused his desire; the image of Ge Qingchuan’s slender waist and flower-like smile briefly flashed in his mind.

He was eager to know the answer to Fan Hanzhou’s question to Ge Qingchuan.

Is she really a virgin?

The old farmer licked his lips savagely, as if transported back to those frenzied nights in the dark mountains...

By chance, he joined the Filthy Blood Sect nine years ago.

A Wandering Doctor passing through the village to treat his illness said he had an incurable disease but there was a method to save him, if he dared to try.

At the time, teetering on the brink of death, nothing was forbidden to him.

Since then, he unwittingly became part of the Filthy Blood Sect, realizing only a year later that he had joined the sect and was cultivating the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

Originally, just an inconspicuous farmer in the village. Since practicing the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, he often abducted farm girls from nearby villages in the dead of night.

Once successful, he’d flee to the nearby mountains to practice on the spot. After blood refining, he’d leave the girl as a desiccated corpse, bury her in the mountains, and burn her clothes and shoes...

Using his farmer identity as cover and his corpse disposal method, he managed to succeed time and again, achieving the Second Layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill in a few years.

Mind you, Wei Yutian, a Martial Artist at the True Qi Realm and quite wealthy, had only just managed to achieve the Second Layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

The old farmer carried Tao Rong’s severed head, heading for the forest edge.

The severed head was evidence of his victory; he planned to give it to Ge Qingchuan in exchange for the Cultivation Technique of the next layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

Since achieving the Second Layer, he hadn’t cultivated in two or three years because he hadn’t obtained the Cultivation Technique for the third layer.

As a result, these last few years, he hadn’t abducted any village girls. Some young girls had grown into quite the temptresses, and it had been hard for him to resist.

But thinking that without the Cultivation Technique, abducting them would be a pointless waste and not advance his cultivation, he forcibly suppressed his restless desires...

Now, he could finally indulge again, and at this thought, his heart surged with fervor...