Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 1139: Chapter 1142: Cultivating Demonic Techniques Doesn’t Make One a Demon (3,000,000 fan value, extra update!)

”Mr. Jiang, there’s something you must understand.”

At that moment, Wu Qianxun looked at Jiang Chen gravely, ”The Eight-Headed Serpent harbors a deep-seated hatred towards the Jiang Family, an enmity so great that there’s no room for reconciliation—a matter of life and death.”

Jiang Chen didn’t speak, but nodded his head.

He was very clear about this.

His battle with the Eight-Headed Serpent was destined to be a matter of one’s survival over the other’s.

”Mr. Jiang, I don’t know what level of strength it has recovered to, but I hope you won’t go to the Divine Palace until you’ve reached the Saint Realm.”

Wu Qianxun continued solemnly, ”According to our speculation, the true body of the Eight-Headed Serpent should be in the Divine Palace, but no one is willing to investigate. After all, its fierce reputation is well known to all the peak Martial Arts Forces!”

Jiang Chen suddenly thought of Dragon Saint, who bore the soul force attack of the Eight-Headed Serpent. He must have battled the Eight-Headed Serpent, and seemingly, he even had a bit of an upper hand!

”I understand!” Jiang Chen lightly nodded, then turned his gaze towards Qingyuan Yingzi.

As soon as she met Jiang Chen’s eyes, Qingyuan Yingzi’s pupils shrank involuntarily, and she looked at Jiang Chen nervously.

Clang!

Jiang Chen reached out and drew the Blood Saber halfway from its sheath.

Gong Lin and the others were stunned, looking at Jiang Chen with puzzled faces.

In Qingyuan Yingzi’s eyes, there was a sudden flash of loss. She gave Jiang Chen a longing look, then slowly closed her eyes, tilting her head back to expose her neck.

”Ying...” Jiang Chen began softly, but paused abruptly upon seeing Qingyuan Yingzi’s actions.

”What are you doing?” Jiang Chen asked with a laugh.

With her eyes closed, Qingyuan Yingzi spoke with a heavy heart, ”My life was saved by you, sir. If you wish to take Ying Zi’s life, I will not resist!”

”Why would I want your life?” Jiang Chen said, his face a picture of helplessness.

Qingyuan Yingzi was startled. She opened her eyes to look at the Blood Saber halfway drawn, and then back at Jiang Chen, her eyes showing a tinge of suspicion.

”What are you thinking? If I wanted to kill you, would I have sent Hu Zi to fetch the Blood Saber? Wouldn’t it be easier to just slap you dead?” Jiang Chen spoke irritably.

Qingyuan Yingzi remained stupefied for a moment before awakening and sheepishly said, ”Oh, right.”

”Ha ha!”

Pfft!

”Ha ha...”

Everyone was amused by Qingyuan Yingzi’s naïve reaction.

Qingyuan Yingzi’s face turned red as she shyly bowed her head.

”I brought the Blood Saber to show you something! Watch closely,” Jiang Chen said with a light laugh, raising a finger to touch the blade of the Blood Saber.

Swoosh!

A hand swiftly extended, wiping the blade of the Blood Saber ahead of him and simultaneously knocking Jiang Chen’s hand aside.

Jiang Chen was taken aback and looked up at Yan Hu.

Yan Hu chuckled and then took a step back.

With a light touch, Jiang Chen shot Yan Hu an annoyed look and pointed to the bloodstain left on the Blood Saber, whispering, ”Look!”

Qingyuan Yingzi and the others turned their gaze to the Blood Saber.

On the Blood Saber, the drop of blood from Yan Hu was slowly being absorbed into the Saber.

”What... what’s going on?”

”Why did the blood disappear? How could it be absorbed by the saber?”

”The Blood Drink Demon Blade?! Is this the Saint Blade, the Blood Drink Demon Blade of the Blood Blade Sect?” Wu Qian Xun exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Chen nodded lightly, ”Yes, this is the Blood Blade Sect’s Saint Blade, the Blood Drink Demon Blade!”

He looked up at Qingyuan Yingzi and asked in a gentle voice, ”Do you think this saber possesses a demonic nature?”

”Mm!” Qingyuan Yingzi nodded.

”Why do you think so?” Jiang Chen asked with a light chuckle.

”It’s because it drinks blood, right?” Qingyuan Yingzi replied without hesitation.

”If it isn’t used to chop people, it won’t be able to drink blood, right?” Jiang Chen pressed further.

”If it isn’t used...”

Qingyuan Yingzi paused, and the others also froze in place.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and gently returned the Blood Saber to the cane, ”Actually, the Cultivation Technique that I initially started practicing, which I still practice, is that of the Blood Blade Sect—the very technique practiced by Lord Xue, named the ’Blood Fiend Demon Art!’”

”Blood Fiend Demon Art?!”

”This...”

”You practice a Demon Art?!”

The crowd exclaimed in shock.

Wu Qianxun raised an eyebrow, seeming to understand something.

”Yes, the name of the Cultivation Technique I practice is a Demon Art!” Jiang Chen nodded, scanned the crowd with a glance, and said with a light smile, ”Am I a demon?”

”No!”

”Of course not!”

”You’re definitely not!”

They all spoke up one after another.

”I practice a Demon Art, I hold a Demon Blade, why do you think I’m not a demon?” Jiang Chen raised his cane, smiling as he looked at the people around him.

The crowd was stunned in unison. Yan Hu chuckled softly, and Wu Qianxun also smiled.

”Whether it’s a Weapon or a Cultivation Technique, they are all inanimate objects, without concepts of right or wrong, good or evil, righteous or demonic; these distinctions only apply to the people who use and cultivate them!”

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, ”Within the various Martial Arts Forces, there will always be some villains, big or small. Are the Cultivation Techniques they practice also Demon Arts? If so, wouldn’t all Martial Arts Techniques become Demon Arts?”

”Whether it’s the characteristics of the Blood Saber or the Blood Fiend Demon Art, and even the characteristics of the technique you practice, Yingzi, whether these things are good or bad depends only on the person using them!” Jiang Chen turned to look at Qingyuan Yingzi.

Qingyuan Yingzi’s eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically, ”Mr. Jiang, I understand now, I will definitely not use these characteristics of the technique on people in the future!”

”No!”

Jiang Chen shook his head, ”There’s no need to never use it on anyone; it can be used against enemies, especially mortal enemies! It’s also a form of attack, just try to be a bit more discreet when using it!”

After a pause, Jiang Chen joked, ”Like you said, if I shouldn’t use it on anyone, should I then never use this Blood Saber and my Cultivation Techniques on people? What would I need them for?”

”I understand now!” Qingyuan Yingzi nodded again, her face revealing a smile of relief.

The crowd also nodded in agreement.

”Alright, everyone go rest,” Jiang Chen stood up and called out, still a bit worried as he warned Qingyuan Yingzi, ”Don’t act so recklessly in the future, feeling powerless is not pleasant!”

Qingyuan Yingzi hastily waved her hands, ”It won’t happen again! I dare not make you feel so powerless anymore!”

”Ha ha!”

Jiang Chen laughed heartily, suddenly remembering something, he softly reminded,

”Right, the reason I became so powerless is not entirely your fault, I also had a part in it. If I had just extracted the excess Soul Power from your body, I wouldn’t have ended up so exhausted.”

”But I felt it was too wasteful, after all, that’s a strong energy. I just spent more effort and sealed the excess Soul Power in your meridians. When you cultivate in the future and run your technique, you’ll be able to feel it. You can use this energy slowly to enhance yourself.”

”It’s just you, though; others could not possibly have Soul Power enter their meridians at this realm!”

Jiang Chen teased, then turned and walked towards the door.

Everyone left Qingyuan Yingzi’s room one after another, with Yan Hu remaining last to help her change to a new room—the windows were shattered in the previous one, rendering it uninhabitable!

Moving to the new room, Qingyuan Yingzi was unable to fall asleep for a long time. Thinking of how exhausted Jiang Chen had become for her sake, guilt surged in her heart. Reflecting on Jiang Chen’s careful guidance and final jest, a warm current flowed through Qingyuan Yingzi’s heart.

In the end, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. Then, thinking of something that made her face flush with redness, she buried her head in her blanket.