Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 350: Law of Blood

Wan Shou’s expression twisted with barely restrained fury.

"That fucking fatty, why is he the only one still breathing after dragging entire squads into battle?" he snarled.

"Kill him now. Tell someone to kill that unlucky bastard! And where the hell is Sha Qi?!"

Zu Min relayed the order without hesitation, though his gaze lingered on the battlefield a moment longer.

After reviewing the flow of combat, Zu Min’s brow creased.

That fat demon wasn’t just surviving.

He was consistently surviving.

Every march, every clash, everyone around him died, yet he remained, bruised at worst.

Lucky? No.

Unlucky? Also no.

That fatty was surviving in a way that felt... deliberate.

’This bastard can’t even control his subordinates,’ Zu Min thought coldly, instinctively pinning the blame on Wan Shou. After all, if anyone here deserved the title of most black-hearted, it wasn’t the fatty.

It was Wan Shou.

The fatty’s identity was... solid.

Wan Shou’s expression darkened further as he took in the situation.

More than seventy percent of their forces were already fully engaged, yet despite their superior cultivation, not a single decisive kill had been achieved against the enemy.

Not one.

Something was deeply wrong.

His gaze lifted to the sky, where Mo Wen was still locked in combat with yet another clone.

Wan Shou’s jaw tightened.

’How does this bastard have so many clones? And why is each one this strong?’ Is this some relic technique from the Forgotten Age...?’

None of it made sense.

Tier Three cultivators were not supposed to fight Tier Four elites head on, much less dominate them.

Not humans at least.

Not in the Lower Realms.

And then there was another matter entirely.

’Why did I lose contact with the clone I sent earlier...?’

His eyes flickered with greed.

’And that woman... who would have thought I’d find something like that here?’

He knew he was being reckless.

He knew it was irrational.

But if he could get his hands on her.

His destiny would change.

Wan Shou stared into his own shadow, then issued a silent command.

Several elites walked away into a different direction.

The command was simple.

’Capture her by any means necessary.’

Then he turned to Yin Hong.

"Activate it," Wan Shou said coldly.

"I think we have seen enough."

Yin Hong stiffened.

"Are you certain? If we do this, the backlash will be significant."

Wan Shou didn’t hesitate.

"It doesn’t matter," he said, eyes sharp with cruelty.

"The mission comes first. Even if we bleed for it. Even if we lose everything else."

Silence fell around him.

The air itself felt heavier.

Things were reaching their conclusion.

Or so they thought.

***

Yu Xuan immediately noticed the change.

A different demon stepped forward – slowly, deliberately raising a grail-shaped treasure high into the air.

The moment the grail entered everyone’s vision, a ripple of unease spread across the battlefield.

Many demons wore ugly, conflicted expressions.

They knew exactly what was about to happen.

Yu Xuan’s gaze sharpened as he watched several demons begin chanting in an unfamiliar language.

In response, the grail ignited with a deep, viscous blood-red glow, as if liquid were being stirred within.

A faint but unmistakable sense of danger brushed against Yu Xuan’s perception.

Not to his main body.

But to his personas.

His eyes narrowed.

At the same time, branding marks surfaced on the foreheads of dozens of demons.

The symbols were identical to those engraved on the grail – ancient sigils that pulsed like living veins.

Then—

Some of the branded demons stiffened.

Their bodies trembled violently before exploding into bloody mist, their screams cut short as flesh, soul, and essence were reduced to sacrifice.

That blood mist did not disperse.

Instead, it surged forward, wrapping around Yu Xuan’s personas and forming crimson cocoons that throbbed like beating hearts.

Through his shared perception, Yu Xuan felt it immediately.

Restriction.

Oppression.

Something invasive clawed at the connection between blood and will.

His personas’ movements slowed.

Their control over their own bodies wavered, as if their blood had suddenly developed a will of its own – flowing erratically, resisting command, turning heavy and unresponsive.

’This—!’ Yu Xuan’s expression finally changed.

This was no ordinary suppression technique.

This was a true trump card.

Something that went beyond techniques and formations.

Something that touched law.

’I didn’t think they could go this far...’ Yu Xuan thought, a trace of fascination surfacing beneath his alarm.

Ordinarily, cultivators could only begin to truly interact with laws, that too indirectly at Tier Five (Soul Nurturing), through incarnations. That too required powerful souls to sustain the strain of the Law.

Tier Four cultivators (Nascent Soul) were still in the preparation phase.

Even influencing laws indirectly required absurd strong souls and conditions, immense sacrifices, or heaven-defying treasures. Otherwise, if the souls are not strong enough to handle the strain of laws, then they would collapse.

Yet the demon holding the grail was doing exactly that.

Even if he was relying on an artifact...

This was still abnormal.

Dangerously so.

Yu Xuan’s eyes sharpened as he analyzed the phenomenon. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

’Law of Blood,’ he concluded.

Not domination.

Not annihilation.

But restriction.

By sacrificing their own kind and using the grail as a medium, they were forcibly invoking the Law of Blood to interfere with the very foundation of his avatars’ bodies.

Blood answering blood.

Law suppressing flesh.

A crude method.

But effective.

Very effective in fact.

Yu Xuan slowly exhaled.

"So," he murmured softly, more intrigued than afraid, "you’re willing to burn yourselves just to shackle me... interesting"

His lips curved slightly.

Yu Xuan waved his hand, and all of his avatars froze mid-motion before collapsing inward, each of them compressing into a small, spherical drop, every one radiating its own distinct aura and characteristics.

Even in that reduced state, he could still feel it.

Resistance.

Defiance.

The Law of Blood pressed down relentlessly, yet it failed to fully seize control.

The drops trembled, vibrating with stubborn will, refusing to submit to the imposed manipulation.

As expected.

He had never been one to bend – not to pressure, not to dreams (???), and certainly not under suppression.

[A/N: 350 Chapters!!!]