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Chapter 226,【Betting on the Fate of the Sect】 (Ask for Monthly Tickets!)

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When Lu Xun first came to Tianque Gate, he found the sect a bit strange.

There were many dwarfish figures among the elites and the higher-ups of the sect… So many that it seemed abnormal.

Could it be that Tianque Gate preferred selecting disciples of a Wu Dalang type when recruiting?

But that seemed unreasonable, normal tastes should not be so peculiar.

Maybe just like all the disciples of Boundless Mountain have a poker face, the presence of many dwarfs in Tianque Gate might suggest a problem with their cultivation technique?

Lu Xun was half right in the beginning, it did have something to do with the cultivation technique of Tianque Gate, but it was not due to the cultivation method causing dwarfism.

The main reason was that within Tianque Gate, there was a venerable elder in seclusion facing imminent death!

The third-generation sect leader, a peak sixth realm cultivator, Tianhe Shangren!

Tianhe Shangren’s life was about to end years ago, but was unable to break through to the seventh realm.

If only he could reach the seventh realm, he could extend his life and further elevate Tianque Gate.

Before his impending death, Tianhe Shangren began to seclude himself, using a secret technique he obtained from a relic.

But his seclusion was different from Yan Li’s. Yan Li secluded himself because of cultivation issues, fallen into madness.

On the other hand, Tianhe Shangren forcibly held onto his last breath.

The cultivation method of Tianque Gate originated from the Ancient Witch Clan, allowing anyone to imbue their bloodline with bloodline power.

Although they all have no common ties in bloodline, the power within their bloodlines were all interconnected.

By forcibly maintaining his breath, Tianhe Shangren needed a disciple, under ten years old with good talent, to supply him with bloodline power each year.

It’s a bit like … supplementing a vegetative person with nutrition.

This kind of supply wouldn’t affect the child’s lifespan or such, it would just cause them to become weak for a period of time, and then the child wouldn’t grow tall.

This was a secret of Tianque Gate, only known to the sect leader and elders. The children who supplied their bloodline power to the elder in their childhood were also regarded as potential elites for the next generation.

Thus, those short elders in Tianque Gate were all once donors.

This wasn’t just about “buying some time for the elder”. This action has spanned across several generations.

Once the bloodline power had accumulated enough, Tianhe Shangren would attempt to break into the seventh realm.

What Mo Beipo was doing now was incinerating his blood, providing it to the elder, in exchange for a brief reappearance of the elder!

The sacrifice was simple: Mo Beipo’s life.

A once beggarly boy, only a fifth realm cultivator, using his life to trade for the life of a sixth realm powerhouse, along with the favor of the young elder of the Demon Sect… This was Mo Beipo’s great gamble!

Liu Ying was no fool, he naturally noticed the change in Mo Beipo.

He became alert and swung his huge blade forward.

How could the surrounding elders not understand the purpose of their sect leader? Despite their grief, they still did their best to shield Mo Beipo.

“Hu” A gentle breeze swept past the mountaintop.

The lance in Mo Beipo’s hand suddenly stood up.

It was held in the hand of an elder.

With the spear drawn forth like a dragon, the dragon carving on the spear’s body seemed to come alive.

A dragon roar echoed from the mountaintop, shaking Liu Ying back a few steps.

“Elder!” Everyone shouted in unison.

The old man was wearing clothes similar to Mo Beipo’s. He lightly patted Mo Beipo on the shoulder, instantly resolving the burning of his blood.

Mo Beipo, looking disheveled and sprawled on the ground, coughed up blood and roared, “Elder, if you stop my method, you will… you will… cough, cough, cough!”

The old man was none other than Tianhe Shangren. His face was a pale white but not a healthy version of white.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, his body slowly started to change.

His energy, spirit, and complexion were improving, giving him a rosy glow, like a dying man’s final rallying.

He lightly shook his hand, signaling Mo Beipo to say no more.

Around Tianhe Shangren, there was the ringing sound of a copper bell.

He put his hand into his robe, pulling out a copper bell identical to the one Mo Beipo had.