Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 721 721: Blood Spirit Sect's Blood Slave_1

"The Magical Beasts seem to be showing signs of unrest lately."Li Ting perked his ears at the conversation between two Disciples in the distance. He was a Blood Slave of the Blood Spirit Sect of the Demonic Path—a slave who existed to provide blood.

Most Cultivation Techniques, Magical Artifacts, and even Spells practiced and refined by the Blood Spirit Sect required a great deal of blood. They did slaughter for it, but most of the time, they raised a significant number of Blood Slaves for supply. These Blood Slaves were not only Mortals from the Green Nether Fairyland but also aspiring Quasi-Immortals who had ascended from the lower realms, and various Magical Beasts.

This practice wasn't out of kindness, but because the ancestor of the Blood Spirit Sect understood that while killing was easy, finding new sources of blood was not. Hence, they began to rear their own.

Not many Demon Path Sects comprehended this art of rearing; after all, most practitioners of the Demon Path had selfish and dark personalities, often slaughtering people and eradicating Sects indiscriminately. Even if they started rearing, they wouldn't survive until harvest time and would be eradicated in the name of justice.

Li Ting was rather ill-fated. He had been captured and brought here only a few days ago and was constantly looking for a chance to escape.

As a Blood Slave, the upside was that he had no chores. However, this wasn't because the Blood Spirit Sect was compassionate, but because he was drained of blood each day until he felt incredibly weak, even incapable of offering any resistance.

However, despite the horrible food, it did indeed replenish his blood. Drained to exhaustion one day, he would wake up the next ready to serve as a fresh blood bag once more. The Blood Spirit Sect had indeed put considerable thought into the treatment of their Blood Slaves.

Magical Beasts? Li Ting pondered. Could this be the opportunity I've been waiting for?

He had been captured for a reason: he had found a legacy named the "Heavenly Beast Mastery Technique." Before he could even properly grasp it, he was seized at the entrance to where the legacy was found and ended up here.

Luckily, the legacy was extraordinary. It had transferred directly into his mind without leaving any physical medium; otherwise, it would surely have been lost.

He realized that the method of cultivating the Heavenly Beast Mastery Technique was rather unique. Instead of the usual Breathing Practice, it relied on Magical Beasts. By drawing on the power of countless beasts, he could gradually advance his Cultivation Realm—an approach that could be considered innovative.

Therefore, to begin practicing this technique, he needed the blood of a suitable Magical Beast, preferably one at the Qi Cultivation Stage of the Demi Immortal Realm.

What? Aim high and go for higher-level Magical Beast blood? Not at all. Li Ting had no such thought. The legacy recorded many taboos, including not using the blood of Magical Beasts more than two minor Realms above his own. Therefore, he could only use the blood of Magical Beasts at the early Qi Cultivation Stage.

This limitation was precisely what stalled his progress.

He was confined to an area accommodating mortal Blood Slaves and had no access to Magical Beasts. As a mere blood bag, he could barely move within his cell, let alone venture outside. Even if he wanted to leave, escape wasn't an option. After all, he was imprisoned, and an ordinary Mortal like himself hardly had any freedom.

This predicament made the talk of unrest among the Magical Beasts highly significant to Li Ting. Perhaps this is my chance to escape from the Blood Spirit Sect.

However, another idea crossed his mind. Could Cultivator blood be used for the Heavenly Beast Mastery Technique?

It's not that I want to be heartless, but I'm out of options. I don't want to die young.

After becoming a Blood Slave, the maximum lifespan was three years, after which one would die of blood exhaustion.

Despite providing them with blood-replenishing medicines and food, the Blood Spirit Sect couldn't prevent the eventual degradation of their health. After prolonged bloodletting, death was inevitable.

Fortunately, Li Ting hadn't been here long. Although drained of blood daily, his foundation hadn't been damaged too much, meaning he still had a chance. If he had been here any longer, he feared he might not even have the opportunity to escape.

In the absence of Magical Beast blood, I could use human blood. But ordinary human blood won't do; only blood from a Cultivator at the early Qi Cultivation Stage would work. This severely limits my options.

However, it seems finding blood from a Cultivator in the early Qi Cultivation Stage isn't easy either; otherwise, I would have tried and started my Cultivation by now.

"Young Li, what are you doing standing over there? Careful, or they'll drag you off for bloodletting again." A weak voice called out, kindly reminding him, "Hurry back and lie down. You've got to give blood again tomorrow."

"Alright, I was just checking things out, Elder Li." Hearing this, Li Ting scurried back and resumed lying on the ground like a corpse.

The man he called Elder Li was his cellmate. Ten people were crammed into the small cell, lying haphazardly. Among them, Elder Li was the oldest and had been there the longest. His current physical condition was terrible; he probably wouldn't last many more days.

However, Elder Li seemed quite cheerful, not caring at all. Perhaps it was because he came from a difficult background. Staying here meant getting weak from daily blood withdrawal, but at least he could eat his fill and have a warm place to stay. The food wasn't appetizing, but the living quarters were equipped with a Formation that kept them warm in winter and cool in summer.

The benefits this Formation offered Blood Slaves were merely side effects. Its true purpose was to prevent the Cultivators and Magical Beasts—who were also Blood Slaves—from revolting in neighboring areas.

As for the Blood Slaves from the mortal area, they had never rebelled. Mortals couldn't possibly rebel with their limited abilities. Besides, for many, life here was much better than outside.

However, this certainly didn't include Li Ting. With his Heavenly Beast Mastery Technique legacy, if he could escape this cage, he would be like a dragon swimming in the sea.

"Kid, what were you listening to out there?" Elder Li asked weakly.

"I heard the Magical Beasts are going to cause trouble again," Li Ting replied in a low voice. He didn't hide it; there was nothing to hide. Elder Li might not have heard, but that didn't mean others in the cell hadn't.

"Ah? That's bad news." Anxiety flickered across Elder Li's frail face.

"Has this... happened before?" Li Ting deduced from Elder Li's reaction that this wasn't the first time.

"These days, Magical Beasts have attacked several times. Every time they charge in, we're the ones who suffer," Elder Li said, his face bitter. "Being a Blood Slave here means either dying from blood exhaustion or from the disasters brought by the Magical Beasts.

"Last time the Magical Beasts attacked, over half of us died. That's why they captured more people to supplement the numbers."

"They're probably addicted," Elder Li continued. "Every time the Magical Beasts come, they leave full and satisfied."

If the population of mortal Blood Slaves could be maintained at a certain level, the Blood Spirit Sect wouldn't need to capture Blood Slaves without reason. Li Ting was captured precisely because the last attacks from the Magical Beasts killed a large number of mortal Blood Slaves.

As for the Cultivator and Magical Beast Blood Slaves, they suffered minimal losses. This was because before the attacking Magical Beasts could reach those two areas, they were either satiated by the Mortals or repelled. It's easy to capture mortal Blood Slaves, but capturing Cultivator or Magical Beast Blood Slaves involved risk. Therefore, if they could sate the attacking Magical Beasts with mortal Blood Slaves, causing them to retreat on their own, that would be considered a good thing.

Hearing this, Li Ting's expression darkened. In the eyes of Cultivators, Mortals were as insignificant as grass and thus naturally overlooked.

"Then what should we do..." Li Ting wanted to ask Elder Li how they should respond, especially since Elder Li had survived one such attack before.

"We wait," Elder Li replied, seemingly unconcerned. "It's up to God. I have no idea where these Magical Beasts come from. They weren't here originally, so it's all down to Luck."

Li Ting sighed and decided not to ask further. Elder Li was merely a confined Blood Slave; how could he know about such things?

If the Magical Beasts attack again, I'll have to rely on myself. I can't trust anyone; we're all on the verge of life and death.

Just as he was contemplating this, a loud CRASH suddenly startled him.

"What happened?!" Li Ting exclaimed. The other cellmates, who had been lying motionless, scrambled to their feet. Elder Li also rose shakily.

"Magical Beasts... the Magical Beasts have invaded again!" Elder Li shivered. Having experienced such attacks before, he immediately knew what was happening.

"What?!" Li Ting was shocked. He hadn't expected the commotion to be so intense. "Where are the Disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect? Why haven't they responded?"

Li Ting hurriedly asked, but no one answered him. They were all confined within this small cell, unable to know anything about the outside world.

A sense of unease crept into his heart. With such a huge commotion, can I really slip away in the chaos without ending up in the jaws of a Magical Beast?