Chapter 230: Regret

Translator: Transn Editor: Transn

Godhabitat Grass was a unique type of grass that contained high toxicity.

The toxin refined from a blade of Godhabitat Grass was strong enough to poison 10 myths of martial arts in the Heaven Realm.

If there was enough toxin and its refinement was pure, it could even poison a Half-Saint if it was refined as a God Habitat Poisonous Pill.

Of course, it required at least a hundred blades of Godhabitat Grass to refine one God Habitat Poisonous Pill. What was more, only level-six alchemist could refine it successfully.

Though Godhabitat Grass was highly toxic, it was a necessary supplementary medicine to practice the Body of the False God.

“For flesh and blood, Godhabitat Grass is a highly toxic substance. But for the Martial Soul, it’s harmless. If the Martial Soul absorbs the efficacy of the Godhabitat Grass and I assist it with a special secret skill, it will manifest a holy illusion.”

Zhang Ruochen opened the wooden case where the Godhabitat Grass was stored carefully.

Wisps of black toxic gas swirled out from the wooden case and pervaded the whole internal space of the Time and Space Spinel.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was prepared for this. He transferred the power of the Space Domain and controlled the flow direction of the toxic gas, preventing it from approaching his body.

A white light beam shot out from the top of Zhang Ruochen’s head.

The light spots in the light beam condensed into a Martial Soul and floated in midair.

Under Zhang Ruochen’s control, a drop of Half-Saint’s Blood, bright as a small red sun, flew out from the jade bottle in front of him. It emitted tremendous breath and quickly fused with the Martial Soul.

After infusing the Half-Saint’s Blood, the Martial Soul became slightly compact and condensed. It began to slowly absorb the gas that the Godhabitat Grass emitted.

“It would be better to utilize Half-Saint’s Light to practice the Body of the False God.”

“But since there’s no Half-Saint’s Light, I have to use Half-Saint’s Blood as a substitute.”

He had obtained 64 drops of Half-Saint’s Blood in total from the Chikong Secret Mansion. He had already used one drop, so now he had 63 left.

He could successfully practice the Body of the False God with 63 drops of Half-Saint’s Blood and the power of Godhabitat Grass.

Half-Saint’s Blood and Godhabitat Grass were quite precious and priceless. Using them up made his heartache. But as Zhang Rouchen thought about how he could absorb the power of sacrifice unbridled and enjoy treatment as a god once he successfully practiced the Body of the False God, he felt extremely excited.

No one would be able to see through his Body of the False God. Except a Half-Saint.

But how many Half-Saints did the 36 commanderies of the Omen Ridge have?

Even if there were a few Half-Saints, they rarely showed up given their status.

Zhang Ruochen knew more clearly than others how horrible the power of a Half-Saint was. They could kill a warrior of the Heaven Realm with only a gaze.

The Heaven Realm was the peak of Martial Arts and could be regarded as a myth among warriors.

But Half-Saints were beyond the Martial Arts. They had broken the limitation of human beings and their longevity was way beyond normal mankind.

A day and a night passed. The drop of Half-Saint’s Blood was absorbed completely by the Martial Soul and infused with it.

Zhang Ruochen’s Martial Soul seemed to be a little stronger and emitted faint holy breath.

WAAA!

The second drop of Half-Saint’s Blood flew out from the jade bottle and transformed into a dragon-shaped Spiritual Blood droplet. It looked like the surface of the Martial Soul was covered with a dragon-shaped armor as it continued to absorb the breath that the Godhabitat Grass emitted.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground. He knitted gestures with both his hands and infused Genuine Qi into the Vessel of Spirit constantly to supply the Genuine Qi that the Martial Soul needed.

Time passed day by day. In the Time and Space Spinel, Zhang Ruochen had absolutely no idea how much time had elapsed.

There were only two days left before the Winter Solstice Ceremony of Worship. Heavy snow fell down from the sky. The colorful and lively imperial palace had turned into a snow city overnight.

The Lin Family, the eighth-class family in the Yunwu Commandery was encountering a large joyous event.

Its number one master, Lin Jingye, had broken through to the Heaven Realm. This was a big event in the Martial Arts world of the Yunwu Commandery. Numerous people came to the Lin’s Mansion to congratulate.

It should be noted, altogether there were only 14 warriors of the Heaven Realm in the whole Yunwu Commandery whose names could be called out. Every one of them was extremely powerful, and their presence had a mythical quality.

After the birth of a warrior of the Heaven Realm, the Lin Family’s status in the Yunwu Commandery immediately rose. They even had a say in the court.

They were hosting a family meeting in their mansion.

Lin Jingye, who was over 70 years old but looked as if he was 50, sat in the top-most position and emitted a formidable, imposing dignified manner.

The powerful Genuine Qi wave of a warrior of the Heaven Realm suppressed the air throughout the room. It was as if the air had solidified and couldn’t circulate, frightening everyone.

Powerful people like Lin Fengxian, Lin Enbo, Lin Xizhao and so on all sat below. Lin Chenyu, Lin Ningshan, and other young geniuses joined the meeting as well.

As the current leader of the Lin Family, Lin Fengxian stood up and spoke first. He said, “Since my father has broken through to the Heaven Realm, our family will become a seventh-class family aboveboard. By becoming a seventh-class family we will increase our influence tenfold.”

Lin Chenyu was the No.1 master in the young generation of the Lin Family. He sneered and said, “For the Lin Family to become a seventh-class family, a catalyst is needed.”

“What kind of catalyst?” Lin Fengxian asked.

Lin Chenyu responded, “We must get the support of the Royal Family if we want to be a seventh-class family. Ningshan is already 16 years old and it’s time to finish the engagement we made two years ago. As long as she marries the Seventh Prince, the Lin Family’s status in the Yunwu Commandery will increase. At that time, we will naturally become a seventh-class family.”

Lin Fengxian frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected Lin Chenyu to bring this up.

Two years ago, he had been all for the engagement between the Seventh Prince and Lin Ningshan.

But afterwards, he had heard that the real woman the Seventh Prince wanted to marry was Han Qiu, the daughter of the Head of Yuntai Suzerain. Even if Lin Ningshan married the Seventh Prince, she could only be a concubine. She would have a low status.

Han Qiu definitely did not have a low status. The Royal Family of the Yunwu Commandery wouldn’t dare to bother her, let alone the Lin family. If Lin Ningshan served the same husband, could she live a good life?

After all, Lin Fengxian was Lin Ningshan’s father. He didn’t want to push his daughter into the flame.

Lin Ningshan already had an engagement with the Seventh Prince and it was t