The Supreme Asura

Chapter 62: The Mysterious Blood Pills

"Father, you must help me get justice this time!"

A young man in black stormed in angrily. He was none other than Wang Bin's son, Wang Yue.

"What happened now?" the Wang family head asked with a frown.

"Not long ago, some brat dared to hit me and injured my two guards as well. I've found out that he's from the Mu family, called Mu Feng. You have to help me teach him a lesson, or people will think the Wang family is afraid of the Mu family!" Wang Yue said coldly.

"You said he's from the Mu family?" Wang Bin asked, his frown deepening.

"Yes, why?" Wang Yue asked, puzzled.

"Patriarch, this might be a good opportunity to probe the Mu family's strength," a Wang family disciple suggested softly.

"Yes, I had the same thought," Wang Bin nodded.

"By the way, my teacher is here as well. This time, I want that brat to kneel and apologize!" Wang Yue gritted his teeth.

"What? Master Zhou is here? Where is he? Bring him in quickly!" Wang Bin exclaimed.

He doted on his son, especially since Wang Yue possessed exceptional soul power, making him a rare talent for cultivating the art of inscriptions. Wang Yue had even apprenticed under a First-Rank Inscription Master.

"Haha, Patriarch Wang, long time no see!"

A hearty laugh echoed as a robust man clad in a black robe adorned with flaming cloud patterns entered.

This man appeared to be in his thirties, with sharp features and an intimidating presence. His robe marked him as a First-Rank Inscription Master, a highly respected position in a small city like An Nan.

"Master Zhou," Wang Bin greeted respectfully, bowing slightly. Despite Master Zhou's cultivation being only at the mid-level of the Purple Palace Realm, his status as an Inscription Master demanded respect, even from Wang Bin, who was at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm.

"Greetings, Patriarch Wang," Master Zhou responded with a slight nod, his demeanor tinged with arrogance.

"Please, Master Zhou, take a seat. Serve the tea!" Wang Bin ordered, ensuring his guest was treated with the utmost courtesy. Once seated, Wang Bin smiled and said, "Master Zhou, what brings you to An Nan City? If you'd informed me in advance, I'd have prepared a proper welcome."

"Haha, I'm here to take Wang Yue to the Inscription Hall to further his studies. This boy has a soul power level of seven, making him an excellent candidate for inscription cultivation," Master Zhou replied with a laugh.

A soul power level of seven was indeed a remarkable talent for studying inscriptions.

Though Master Zhou wasn't qualified to formally take disciples, he acted as a scout for the Inscription Hall, recruiting potential students. A soul power level of seven held the promise of advancing to the second or even third rank as an Inscription Master in the future.

"That's wonderful news! Please accept this small token of my gratitude, Master Zhou," Wang Bin said, producing a gold card from his sleeve and discreetly handing it over.

"Haha, Patriarch Wang, you're too kind. This is my duty," Master Zhou said as he accepted the card without hesitation, inwardly praising Wang Bin's tact.

"I also heard that someone dared to offend Wang Yue in this city. Since I'm here, I must settle the matter for him," Master Zhou said, having already been swayed by the gesture.

Overjoyed, Wang Yue quickly added, "That's right, teacher! It was a brat from the Mu family. Please help me teach him a lesson so I can leave for the Inscription Hall with peace of mind."

"The Mu family?" Master Zhou sneered. "A minor family. They're nothing to worry about. I'll deal with that brat myself. Even the imperial Mu family wouldn't dare oppose the Inscription Hall. Lead the way."

"This way, please," Wang Bin said, accompanying Master Zhou and others as they headed for the Mu family estate.

At the Mu Family Estate

In his private quarters, Mu Feng examined a blood-red pill the size of his thumb, marveling at it.

"Yue'er, is this what you called a Blood Pill?" Mu Feng asked.

"Yes," Xiyue replied. "The Asura Divine Jade absorbed a large amount of blood energy and recovered some of its power. It can now refine blood essence into Blood Pills. This one is a Third-Rank Blood Pill made from the blood essence of a Qi Condensation cultivator. It contains potent energy that you can directly refine and absorb."

"A Third-Rank pill!" Mu Feng's eyes lit up. "So, by your logic, blood essence from a Meridian Opening cultivator can produce First-Rank Blood Pills, and Purple Palace cultivators' blood essence can produce Second-Rank ones?"

"That's correct, but for now, the jade can only produce up to Third-Rank Blood Pills," Xiyue confirmed.

"Fantastic! With these pills, I won't need to buy cultivation resources like Foundation Pills anymore. By the way, how many Blood Pills have been produced?" Mu Feng asked.

"The jade has absorbed the blood energy and essence of seven Qi Condensation cultivators and dozens of Purple Palace cultivators. Most of the energy has been stored in the jade, while a portion was used to refine these pills: nine Third-Rank Blood Pills, twenty Second-Rank Blood Pills, and over sixty First-Rank Blood Pills," Xiyue reported.

Hearing this, Mu Feng's eyes sparkled with excitement. These pills represented a fortune.

"With these Blood Pills, I'll never run out of resources. The Asura Divine Jade is truly heaven-defying," Mu Feng said, stroking the jade with a smile. But his expression soon grew somber.

This jade had been left to him by his mother, whom he had never met. To him, she was a vague, gentle presence—a concept, rather than a real person.

"What's wrong?" Xiyue asked, noticing his change in demeanor.

"Yue'er, since you've been within the jade, have you ever seen my mother?" Mu Feng asked softly.

Xiyue hesitated before nodding. "Yes, I've seen her."

"Really? What was she like? Was she beautiful? Gentle? Do you know where she is now? You have no idea how much I want to see her," Mu Feng said, his voice cracking. His eyes reddened as he caressed the jade.

Despite all the bloodshed and schemes he had endured, Mu Feng was still a boy of almost sixteen. Many his age still lived under the warm protection of their parents, while he had never seen his mother and had lost his father on the battlefield. By fifteen, his hands were already stained with blood.

"She was gentle and beautiful—the most beautiful and kind woman in the world," Xiyue said, her voice tinged with sorrow as she tried to comfort him.

"She's just a child at heart…" Xiyue thought, sighing internally.

"Where is she now? Why did she abandon me? Why doesn't she want me? I've never blamed her. I've always told myself that she must have had her reasons. But I miss her so much…"

Faced with Mu Feng's heartfelt plea, Xiyue fell silent once more.