Under Song Yan's watchful gaze, the drop of fresh blood slowly seeped into the Stone Divine Ring, but after it was fully absorbed, nothing happened.
"Was the blood not enough?"
Muttering to himself, Song Yan squeezed out three more drops of blood onto the ring.
The Stone Divine Ring gladly accepted all three drops, but still nothing changed.
"Damn it, this young master refuses to believe this!"
Song Yan grabbed a teacup, cut open his wrist, and filled the cup to the brim with fresh blood. Then, he tossed the Stone Divine Ring in.
Gurgle, gurgle!
The blood in the cup kept bubbling and rapidly shrank. In less than ten seconds, the whole cup was sucked dry, leaving nothing behind.
At the same time, Song Yan noticed a peculiar connection forming between himself and the Stone Divine Ring.
Picking up the Stone Divine Ring, Song Yan sank his mind into it and instantly entered the ring’s inner space.
Whoosh.
A flash of silver light, and a thumb-sized transparent crystal shot out from the Stone Divine Ring, landing right between Song Yan’s brows.
He wasn’t alarmed. He remembered that when the protagonist Nate Moore activated the Stone Divine Ring, the same thing happened. The crystal was a soul crystal, condensed from the last remnant soul power of a dead high-plane powerhouse. It held all his cultivation memories, plus the image of his mortal enemy.
Fusing with this soul crystal not only gave him all the cultivation memories, but also greatly enhanced his soul power—which, in this world, was the same as spiritual power.
Apparently, when the protagonist fused with this soul crystal, he passed out for seven days and seven nights.
But Song Yan’s spiritual power was already strong, so he absorbed the soul crystal completely in just two hours, causing his spiritual power to surge by a huge margin.
He pulled up the system interface and checked his mental power stat: originally it was 1732 points, but now it had jumped to 2109, an increase of 377 points. Once he got back to the real world, he could level up four times instantly.
Besides that, he gained a ton of cultivation memories—from Body-Refining all the way to Martial God, then up to God Emperor. It was all incredibly detailed. Also, the image of that mortal enemy turned out to be an unbelievably beautiful woman...
Sinking his mind into the ring again, Song Yan’s gaze landed on the drop of golden blood suspended inside.
This drop of blood was also left behind by the ring’s previous master. If he fused it into his body, it would massively boost his physique. Plus, the blood contained immense hidden energy. In the original story, when Nate Moore faced a life-and-death crisis and was about to die, this drop of blood shot out of the ring, healed his wounds, and instantly boosted his cultivation by two whole realms. That let him go back and stomp his enemies into the dirt.
Inside, there was also a sword.
From hilt to blade, the sword was fiery red, but it looked pretty beat up and dull.
Its shape was kind of like those broad European swords you see in the real world.
He reached out and grabbed it—the sword popped out of the ring’s space and landed in Song Yan’s hand.
Right away, he felt his body sink under its weight.
This sword was seriously heavy—at least two thousand jin.
After Song Yan dripped blood to bind it, the sword zipped into his sea of consciousness. Once it recognized him as its master, the weight dropped to about a hundred jin.
Last was a battered suit of armor: three holes in the front, two more in the back, and one leg completely missing.
He pulled out the armor, dripped blood to claim it, then sent it into his sea of consciousness to slowly nurture.
Both the sword and the armor were genuine divine artifacts, but they were damaged—and Song Yan’s martial strength wasn’t high enough yet to use them.
But later on, they’d definitely be a huge help.
Suddenly, Song Yan thought about Nate Moore—the original protagonist. Now that Song Yan had swiped his golden finger, could Nate still make it big in this world?
Five days later, a convoy quietly rolled out through the west city gate, heading for the Qingwei Sect, which ruled over three major states.
In eight days, it’d be time for Qingwei Sect’s once-every-three-years disciple recruitment. Only martial artists under twenty who’d reached Qi-Refining stage one could sign up.
After switching to the Undying Phoenix Codex, even though Song Yan was holding back, he still hit Qi-Refining stage two in just five days.
Yellow Mountain and Lydia Liu were over the moon—their kid’s cultivation talent was unreal.
Before leaving, Yellow Mountain gave him a bunch of advice about keeping a low profile at Qingwei Sect, while Lydia Liu stuffed five hundred thousand taels of silver notes into his arms.
In this world, the currency is silver and gold.
Half a million taels of silver was no small amount—just shows how much Lydia Liu spoiled him.
Dozens of miles out of the city, Song Yan hopped out of the carriage and asked to ride a horse. His escort to Qingwei Sect was Deputy Commander Sean Xiao from the city lord’s mansion, a Qi-Refining stage nine powerhouse.
Plus, there were fifty guards with Qi-Refining stage three to five cultivation.
Xiao Hu and Xiao Wu tagged along too. If Song Yan passed the outer-sect disciple test, he could bring two servants up the mountain with him.
At the same time, the sword’s shape was kind of like the broad swords you’d see in Europe in the real world.
He reached out and grabbed it—the sword popped out of the ring’s space and landed in Song Yan’s hand.
Right away, he felt his body sink under its weight.
This sword was seriously heavy—at least two thousand jin.
After Song Yan dripped blood to bind it, the sword zipped into his sea of consciousness. Once it recognized him as its master, the weight dropped to about a hundred jin.
Last was a battered suit of armor: three holes in the front, two more in the back, and one leg completely missing.
He pulled out the armor, dripped blood to claim it, then sent it into his sea of consciousness to slowly nurture.
Both the sword and the armor were genuine divine artifacts, but they were damaged—and Song Yan’s martial strength wasn’t high enough yet to use them.
But later on, they’d definitely be a huge help.
Suddenly, Song Yan thought about Nate Moore—the original protagonist. Now that Song Yan had swiped his golden finger, could Nate still make it big in this world?
Five days later, a convoy quietly rolled out through the west city gate, heading for the Qingwei Sect, which ruled over three major states.
In eight days, it’d be time for Qingwei Sect’s once-every-three-years disciple recruitment. Only martial artists under twenty who’d reached Qi-Refining stage one could sign up.
After switching to the Undying Phoenix Codex, even though Song Yan was holding back, he still hit Qi-Refining stage two in just five days.
Yellow Mountain and Lydia Liu were over the moon—their kid’s cultivation talent was unreal.
Before leaving, Yellow Mountain gave him a bunch of advice about keeping a low profile at Qingwei Sect, while Lydia Liu stuffed five hundred thousand taels of silver notes into his arms.
In this world, the currency is silver and gold.
Half a million taels of silver was no small amount—just shows how much Lydia Liu spoiled him.
Dozens of miles out of the city, Song Yan hopped out of the carriage and asked to ride a horse. His escort to Qingwei Sect was Deputy Commander Sean Xiao from the city lord’s mansion, a Qi-Refining stage nine powerhouse.
Plus, there were fifty guards with Qi-Refining stage three to five cultivation.
Xiao Hu and Xiao Wu tagged along too. If Song Yan passed the outer-sect disciple test, he could bring two servants up the mountain with him.