I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Snake Peak Cave was shrouded in a faint blood aura, as if an external breath was converging within the cave.

Every Heavenly Grotto with a Xuezhi stationed acted as if it were a small world of its own.

"Although this is also a Netherworld Cave, it's somewhat different from the ones in the Qinghua state. The blood aura here is denser, and there seems to be an external breath.

"The breath of the Netherworld? Could it be that the world's fabric here is more fragile, allowing the breath of the Netherworld to gather without dispersing?"

Xu Yan walked through the cave, noticing the peculiarities of this Heavenly Grotto and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Could the treasure known as Blood Heart Fruit have arisen due to the convergence of the Netherworld breath with the domain's own, resulting in their fusion?"

Within the entrance of Snake Peak Cave, a large city had been built. Enemies from the Netherworld who wished to storm out of the cave would have to break through this defensive city.

In some sense, the side of Dahai Mountain held an advantage, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to construct a defensive city within the cave.

In the center of the great city was a high tower, where a powerful presence could be faintly felt—that was a Wan Family elder, an Immortal Heavenly Venerable strongman.

"Blood Heart Fruits grow deep within the cave, right at the heart of the Netherworld faction's core territory. There might be Blood Heart Fruits in other places, but they're rare and hard to find, so the most convenient way is to go deep into the cave to harvest them."

Xu Yan looked towards the depths of the cave, sensing some battles happening around him.

He had learned from other Martial Artists that the Wan Family planned to initiate a battle against the Netherworld side in twenty days, striking deep into the cave to harvest Blood Heart Fruits.

For this, the Wan Family offered generous rewards, attracting Loose Cultivator True King Heavenly Venerables to gather and lend their strength.

"Twenty days is too long."

Xu Yan couldn't wait twenty days; each day was extremely precious to him.

"Among those in this cave, only Xuezhis pose a threat to me. As long as I avoid the Xuezhis, the rest of the Blood Disciples are not a concern."

Xu Yan continued his journey towards the depths of the cave.

The cave had recently witnessed a large battle, hence only scattered conflicts and skirmishes remained, with the Blood Slaves and Blood Disciples having retreated to their main camp, and few were patrolling outside.

"Can I impersonate a Blood Disciple?"

Xu Yan suddenly thought of this possibility.

"Imitating the aura of a Blood Disciple doesn't seem too difficult. Like merging with the dust, I could also merge with the aura of a Blood Disciple…"

Xu Yan pondered thoughtfully.

He hadn't considered impersonating a Blood Disciple before, but the idea came to him out of necessity to harvest Blood Heart Fruits.

"However, the skin of a Blood Disciple is blood-red in color; even the strongest Blood Disciple isn't that red, but still has a hint of redness.

"To impersonate a Blood Disciple, the first step is turning the skin blood-red."

Imitating the aura wasn't difficult, but how could he mimic blood-red skin?

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Xu Yan thought deeply, recalling the Martial Arts' first realm, the Qi-Blood Realm. Would not his skin turn red if he brought his Qi-Blood to the surface?

"It's worth a try."

Xu Yan became inwardly excited. "As long as I avoid that Xuezhi, I won't be found out. And that Xuezhi couldn't possibly monitor every returning Blood Disciple. Once I've harvested the Blood Heart Fruit, I'll immediately leave.

"If I manage to get Blood Heart Fruits, even if I'm exposed, I can retreat.

Xu Yan figured that with his own speed of escape, he could reach the great city at the Heavenly Cave Entrance before the Xuezhi caught up to him.

The Wan Family elder would naturally fend off the incoming Xuezhi.

"I'll impersonate a patrolling Blood Disciple."

Xu Yan began searching for a Blood Disciple within the cave.

Finally, near the outer edge of the cave's depths, he encountered a Blood Disciple leading a group of more than ten Blood Slaves on patrol.

Whoosh!

To avoid causing too much commotion and risking the failure of his impersonation plan, Xu Yan's first attack was Mountains and Rivers in the Sword, enveloping the group in an instant, trapping them within his Mountains and Rivers in the Sword.

Gurgle gurgle!

The Blood Slaves turned into mists of blood and perished in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The Blood Disciple, greatly shocked, took up his blade to unleash a fierce strike, trying to fend off the attack and simultaneously sending out a distress call.

But within the confines of Mountains and Rivers in the Sword, all sounds were stifled, unable to carry.

Hum!

With fierce Sword Intent and a sweep of light, the Blood Disciple was killed in just a few breaths of time!

Xu Yan reached out, and the Blood Beads of the Blood Disciple were drawn towards him and stored on his person. The clothes and Scarlet Long Knife were also taken.

After changing into the Blood Disciple's clothes and hanging the Scarlet Long Knife at his waist, Xu Yan's facial muscles twitched subtly, adopting the appearance of the fallen Blood Disciple.

Taking a deep breath, his long-dormant Qi-Blood surged, turning his skin a light shade of red.

His own aura also began to change, merging with that of the Blood Beads he wore; in this moment, Xu Yan was indistinguishable from a true Blood Disciple.

"I shouldn't be discovered, right?"

After scrutinizing himself to ensure there were no flaws, Xu Yan set off towards the core of the Netherworld Territory, deep within the cave.

As for the squad of Blood Slaves he was supposed to lead, their disappearance could easily be explained as an attack, with the Blood Slaves slain in the incident.

Such occurrences were not new.

In fact, Xu Yan had heard that some Blood Disciples, when wounded or depleted in Blood Power, would even devour their own Blood Slaves to replenish their strength.

In the Netherworld, such matters were hardly a secret.

The deeper into the cave he ventured, the denser the bloody aura, casting a glow in all directions, a chilling breath lingering in the air.

Along the way, he encountered several patrol groups. To him, a lone Blood Disciple, the others didn't question him much, their expressions suggesting they already assumed he had been attacked and injured, having consumed his subordinate Blood Slaves.