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Chapter 292 Dragon Blood

After he finished speaking, a servant brought over a small golden bowl, and bright red blood slid down his cheek into the bowl.

All the disciples below the stage clenched their fists.

Yun Fuzhao clenched her fists, a metallic taste rising in her throat. Her heart pounded inexplicably, and that strange pain in her chest returned.

Que Yu had been observing Yun Fuzhao's movements and, seeing that she did not show any obvious anger, felt a slight sense of relief.

Now is not the best time to take action.

Yun Fuzhao desperately tried to calm herself down. She couldn't show any abnormality, not only so that Shang Ji wouldn't notice, but also so that Que Yu wouldn't notice.

She no longer trusts anyone.

The only way to save Jiaoyu is to rely on yourself.

Although bound by chains, Jiaoyu was not completely unconscious. The bond between him and Yun Fuzhao still existed.

The moment she stepped into this place, Jiaoyu sensed her presence.

"Come, everyone, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you all taste the flavor of dragon's blood."

The disciple divided the dragon's blood into small bowls and handed them out to the disciples below the stage one by one.

Soon, a disciple brought dragon blood to Yun Fuzhao. Shang Ji, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and said, "This should be your first time tasting dragon blood. Even without cultivation, it can prolong life."

In his eyes, Yun Fuzhao was just an ordinary person without any cultivation. So even though he suspected her identity, he didn't take it to heart.

What kind of storm can an ordinary person stir up?

He stared intently at Yun Fuzhao, as if hoping to see her show fear, but unfortunately, Yun Fuzhao remained calm.

She was so calm that even Que Yu was surprised by her acting skills.

"Dragon blood has such effects?" Yun Fuzhao expressed a perfectly measured surprise. "Then I'll have to drink more. Who doesn't want to live forever?"

She smiled and took the bowl of dragon blood. The strong smell of blood hit her face. She suppressed the urge to vomit and drank the dragon blood clean in front of him.

The metallic taste of the dragon's blood, mixed with a burning sensation, flowed down her throat, causing her a burning pain.

It looked like it was about to burst into flames.

After drinking it, she experienced physiological nausea.

The next second she raised her hand to cover her mouth, blinked, and said, "We can't waste such good stuff."

Shang Ji wore a bored expression, seemingly quite dissatisfied with her performance. He didn't look at her anymore and walked towards the disciples whose expressions were full of resistance and anger.

He was clearly more pleased by those expressions.

As Shang Ji's gaze shifted, Yun Fuzhao's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Are you ok?"

Que Yu's expression was equally complex; he didn't know what to say. Others might not know, but he knew best that drinking the blood of a spirit beast that was like family to him was more cruel than torture.

He not only drank it, but also ate it.

Que Yu, who had never shown any empathy, found himself in a subtle resonance with Yun Fuzhao at this moment.

"Ah."

Yun Fuzhao didn't want to say anything more; her mind was buzzing. She didn't know if it was the dragon blood taking effect, but the blood in her body seemed to be boiling.

A strong burning sensation spread from her heart to her limbs. She even felt unsteady on her feet.

Que Yu noticed that something was wrong with her and reached out to support her. "Your body is still too weak. Dragon blood is a great tonic for you."

Is that right?

With the blessing of the dragon's blood, her dantian even began to circulate spiritual energy.

Yun Fuzhao lowered his eyes, listened to the noise around him, and did not speak again.

The Taotie on the stage was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

"Gentlemen, how does dragon's blood taste?"

"Taowu! You ferocious beasts will die a horrible death! One day, one day you will pay the price for what you did today!"

"How dare you treat the dragons like this! You will be punished!"

Of course, not all cultivators held an angry attitude.

Some disciples were surprised to find that their cultivation seemed to have broken through after drinking the dragon's blood. The excitement in their eyes was gradually replaced by greed.

Someone asked, "After a dragon is beheaded, what do the adults do with his body?"

Taotie's smile widened. "What do you guys think?"

The monk began to make no attempt to conceal his greed, saying, "If you find disposing of the corpses too troublesome, you can leave it to us."

Whether it's truly a matter of handling the situation or something else, anyone with eyes can tell.

The dragon race is full of treasures, so how could they possibly let such a great opportunity slip by?

Yun Fuzhao looked at the disciples, many of whom had once received the protection of the Dragon Clan. There were even disciples from the Boundless Sword Sect among the large group.

The four ferocious beasts seem to be very good at manipulating people's hearts. After everyone tasted the benefits of dragon blood, their resistant attitude changed, and they even wanted to get a share of the profits.

On the stage, Jiaoyu looked indifferently at those greedy faces.

“Look,” Taotie said to him, “this is the person you desperately wanted to protect? You almost lost your life to save them, and your contractor died in a miracle. You devoted yourself so much, and what did you get in return?”

Jiaoyu: "..."

Taotie: "So, why don't you submit to us?"

His smile turned malicious. "We'll make you the fifth ferocious beast, a slave to these greedy creatures, trampling their bodies and souls. The strong are meant to bully the weak."

Taotie coaxed him patiently, "If you are willing to submit to us, we will spare your life."

Chaos disagreed, saying, "Why did you change your mind at the last minute? We don't need a fifth ferocious beast."

Shang Ji laughed, "Fool. Do you think our goal is only the Five Realms? Those so-called powerful beings in the Upper Realm should also grovel at our feet."

They said this without any attempt to hide it from the crowd, their arrogance written all over their faces.

Que Yu hadn't expected them to have such a purpose. He whispered, "Perhaps Jiaoyu won't die today."

"So much the better."

Yun Fuzhao looked at the stage without missing a beat.

"Well," Taotie pulled out a long sword and held it to his neck, "what's your choice?"

Jiaoyu raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the disciples below the stage, the light in his eyes gradually fading. "My contractor is dead, and I have no need to protect these ungrateful bastards anymore."

He hadn't spoken for a long time; his voice was hoarse and dry, like that of an old, worn-out machine.

“That’s not enough,” Taotie added with a smile. “There are also requirements to become a ferocious beast.”

With a flick of its wrist, Taotie shoved the longsword into Jiaoyu's hand, saying, "Kill them all, and we'll accept you."

Some disciples were greatly shocked by this reversal.

"What do you mean! Isn't today the dragon clan's beheading ceremony?!"

"Jiaoyu! Don't forget you're a dragon! You're our faith! Do you really want to collude with these ferocious beasts?!"

The disciple who had previously expressed his desire to contribute to the dragon's corpse had an expression as colorful as a palette. He shouted angrily, "If Yun Fuzhao knew what you did, he wouldn't rest in peace even in the afterlife!"