Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 1 - Seventh Layer

Lu Ping exhaled deeply and slowly stopped his cultivation, withdrawing the newly-generated spiritual energy from the breakthrough back into his bloodlines. Then, he threw the spirit stone in his hands aside and carefully discerned the vigorous thumps from his heart. Lu Ping seemed to hear the flow of blood gushing through his veins.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened in the darkness, shining like two bright stars in the deep night as he looked around the room with a placid smile on his face. Sure enough, he was able to see in the dark now—as expected after breaking through to the Seventh Layer of the Blood Refining Realm. Of course, this change was still weak and had little use, as Lu Ping could only use it to see everything in the room clearly.

He fetched a bucket of water and washed away the dark red layer of filth and impurities that were squeezed out from his bloodlines and body. After that, he laid face-up on the wooden bed and thought of finally getting a good night’s rest.

It had been sixteen years since he arrived in this world, but Lu Ping never showed a single sign of maladjustment to the new environment. In particular, he only grew more intrigued and developed a strong sense of curiosity after learning about the mystical nature of this world.

At the age of six, Lu Ping successfully awakened his bloodline despite being an ordinary kid with an ordinary talent. The master immortal residing on the island at that time was surprised by the incident and Lu Ping was taken in as a disciple of the Zhen Ling Side Hall.

For ten years, Lu Ping seized every chance he could to learn about this whole new world. Despite his mediocre talent, Lu Ping worked hard every single day and at long last, he succeeded in breaking through to the Seventh Layer of Blood Refining Realm today.

However, the one thing he would never know was the type of bloodlines he possessed. After all, even the cultivation masters couldn’t determine what it was, let alone him.

The next morning, after the three bell chimes, the Zhen Ling Side Hall was immediately filled with a noisy clamor. The fifty disciples of Grade 2 Group 7 swiftly moved out of their courtyards and rushed toward the seventh platform on the Zhao Yang Summit.

They moved fast and swift like horses let loose. If only the so-called martial art experts of the martial world had seen their movements, those experts would have found themselves stunned in disbelief.

Perhaps these disciples were still no faster than the martial experts who specialized in the arts of qinggong, but there were probably thousands of disciples spread throughout the mountain forest. If these disciples were to interfere with the affairs of the martial world, it would almost be guaranteed that there would be no more peace to be found!

Lu Ping took his time, treading through the midst of the crowd at his own pace which made him seem skillful and at ease compared to the rest. When he arrived at the seventh platform, there were already two disciples standing there. Those two were mos

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