My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences



That was too close for comfort. Zhang Youji, having faced numerous life-threatening situations before, was still shaken by the recent encounter. He quickly moved away from the white-robed king's dangerous domain and appeared next to Qin Huai.

"I nearly died because of the white-robed king," he admitted, still recovering from the shock.

"Thanks for being there, Daozi." Qin Huai nodded, sweat visible on his forehead. 

They had spent days trying to figure out the reach of the white-robed king's blood world. It spanned a massive three miles. 

Their plan had been to use the resurrected king corpse as a distraction, giving Zhang Youji the chance to attack. The strategy had been Zhang Youji's idea, showing his courage and confidence.

"Brother Qin, can your technique really stop a king realm domain?" Zhang Youji asked, looking amazed at the sky filled with frozen blood.

"How did you do that?" the white-robed king asked, clearly shocked. He then stared intently at Qin Huai. Realization dawned on him. "You're... Qin Huai? You're still alive?" 

His gaze shifted to Zhang Youji and the king corpse. Zhang Youji's aura was hidden by some powerful magic, and the king corpse's true appearance was obscured by blood. 

"How did you manage to stop my domain?" the white-robed king asked, trying to control the blood domain. But an invisible force seemed to be fighting against him, making the blood move very slowly. He couldn't harm them, let alone stop them.

Qin Huai noticed this and boldly stepped closer to the white-robed king. The distance between them was now very short. 

Suddenly, the sky filled with blood froze in place, becoming completely still. Qin Huai's robe began to soak with blood, but with a mere thought, he stopped it from spreading.

The white-robed king's robe started bleeding while he was on the offensive. Threads, resembling snakes, targeted his vital points. This sudden move surprised the king. The threads nearly pierced his throat. There was a series of loud noises as the threads went through his wrists and ankles.

"Stop!" the white-robed King shouted. The blood in his body froze, and the liquid from his robe broke into pieces. He turned to Qin Huai, his eyes wide in shock. "You can enter the boundless blood world?" he exclaimed. "Are you joking? Are you following the same path as I am?"

It wasn't strange for people to have the same powers, as there were many great families, including the eight royal clans. Throughout time, some rulers shared the same powers because their families knew which techniques to teach. This meant that they didn't need to risk exploring unknown powers. 

But the white-robed king didn't recognize Qin Huai as part of any known lineage. His power was unique, something the Supreme One had created.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through the white-robed king's mind. Before the Thousand Divination Tower had fallen, the Supreme One had warned him about a talented young man, someone who had taken the Lord's totem but wasn't a believer. This person wasn't even a disciple of the Sacred Heart Sect.

The white-robed king pieced it together. "So, it's you! The Supreme Lord wanted me to find you."

Looking at Qin Huai, he was torn between shock and understanding. "It makes sense now," he thought. "How could there be two prodigies in Qingzhou at once?"

He made an offer, "Join my Sacred Heart Sect. The Supreme One promised to make you the second Holy Son!"

Reaching out a hand in friendship, the white-robed king tried to put his shock aside. His sudden change in demeanor caught Qin Huai off guard.

Memories came flooding back to Qin Huai: the image of a mysterious man, powerful and enigmatic. He gazed at the white-robed king and smiled, having made up his mind.

"Why do you think I used the boundless blood world?" Qin Huai teased. Holding out his hand, blood oozed out, pulsing in his palm. 

The smile on the white-robed king's face froze.