RNP Chapter 7 Refining Essence, A New World
Chapter 7 Refining Essence, A New World
"Finally finished."
The purplish-black blood coalesced into slender blood snakes, surging towards the wounds on Modi's body.
They struggled to open his wound, squeezed into his flesh, and joined the body's blood circulation.
With each cycle, a portion of Wendigo blood merges into his own.
Before long, all the Wendigo blood in the basin disappeared, and the seventeen or eighteen wounds on Modi's body quickly began to heal.
Well, this time he didn't use Crimson Healing; he relied entirely on his own healing abilities.
"Blood Healing combined with Frostwolf Knight Body Tempering Technique, by incorporating the blood of extraordinary creatures with the [Frost] attribute, enhances one's physical strength and simultaneously grants corresponding extraordinary abilities, achieving two goals at once."
The original blood therapy was a technique that used the blood of those in positions of power to cure diseases and elevate one's essence.
Through generations of modifications and refinements by blood mages, it eventually became a technique that replaced one's own blood with supernatural blood, ultimately transforming into the corresponding supernatural being.
Modi then modified it again, combining it with the Frostwolf Knight Body Tempering Technique to create a method specifically designed to accommodate extraordinary blood, thereby forging the physique and gaining corresponding abilities.
The foundation for practicing this method is possessing ancient blood; without it, one may suffer from bloodline conflicts at best, and sudden death at worst.
The reason for this is that the ancient blood has a strong compatibility, and all foreign bloodlines can only submit to it and obey its command.
This is the true value of the crystallization of ancient civilization, and it's also why Modi dared to do this.
"Unfortunately, due to the Frostwolf Knight's Body Tempering Technique, I can currently only accommodate extraordinary blood of the [Frost] type."
He shook his head in regret, and the idea of collecting other knight's body-forging techniques came to mind.
"Since it combines the characteristics of both, let's call this technique the [Frost Blood Tempering Technique], and this step will be called the [Essence Refining Realm]."
Modi thought with a wicked sense of humor that he was plotting to use the blood of the extraordinary as his essence and refine the essence of all spirits to forge himself.
"Won't I end up as some kind of Blood Demon or something?"
Feeling the immense power within his body, he realized he had taken another big step toward becoming a melee mage.
If this isn't corrected soon, it might be impossible to get rid of this label forever.
Upon reaching a ghoul, Mordy decided to do something to salvage his image as a mage.
With a flick of his finger, a magical aura carrying an evil connotation flashed across his fingertip.
Subsequently, the blood energy stored in his body was rapidly depleted, and the ghouls in front of him began to mutate into other ghosts.
"The evil spell 'White Walker Transformation' inherent in the Wendigo bloodline, along with my self-created Frostblood Ritual, is enough to transform a wight into a being comparable to an ordinary Frostwolf Knight."
The ghoul's body rapidly expanded, no longer as thin as before, and soon it reached a height of 1.8 meters, becoming a muscular man.
"Great, now we have a henchman to act as the face of the business, but it's a bit draining, so we need to find some blood-nourishing food to replenish it."
Modi's face was pale. Although he wasn't quite at the point where he could walk while holding onto the wall, he wasn't in much better shape.
He immediately ordered the Frostblood White Walker: "You, go and prepare two dishes for me. They must be fresh, not people, but animals."
The Frostblood White Walker nodded and swept towards the entrance to the underground tomb like a gust of wind.
......
After that, things calmed down, and no one got lost there, allowing him to devote himself to studying blood magic.
In the second month after he completed his apprenticeship, Modi was studying information related to extraordinary seeds.
A strange unease suddenly arose within him. He put down his quill pen, and a flash of inspiration struck him:
Ah, a new world!
Clearly, this feeling originates from ancient blood, indicating that it has completed its positioning.
Suppressing his urgency, Mordi summoned several Frostblood White Walkers and ordered them to take care of everything in the underground tomb while he was away.
He didn't know how long he would stay in the other world, so he could only make as many arrangements as possible to prevent any mistakes.
He found another bag and packed all the spellcasting materials and props he might need into it before he was ready to set off.
"It's time to go."
Following his instincts, Modi activated the ancient blood.
Spacetime is out of place, upside down.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar modern room, still carrying his sack on his shoulder.
"I had absolutely no awareness of the time travel process; it was as if my consciousness had completely blacked out."
Coming to his senses, he adopted a defensive stance, surveying the room while channeling his magic and blood energy to ensure he could handle any unexpected situations.
"A modern type of world?"
With a slight flick of his finger, a magical light flashed, followed by a surge of magical energy that spread throughout the room.
[Malicious Detection] Tell him that there is no malicious intent targeting him here.
With a soft exhale, Mordy began to examine the things in the room.
"A...student ID? Watch my [Language Proficiency]."
As his fingers touched the surface of the student ID, the spell material disappeared into his other hand, and at the same time, he gradually understood the contents of the student ID.
"Kitazawa University, Mordy..."
Modi narrowed his eyes, once again experiencing the terrifying power of the ancient civilization that produced the ancient blood.
At the height of that civilization, people could probably send themselves to all sorts of worlds without worrying about their identities.
Because the ancient blood can help them solve it.
"However, this identity doesn't seem to fit me quite well, since I don't look like a college student at all."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Modi scratched his head.
Because he had lived in an underground tomb for a long time, his skin was so white that it was almost pale. However, his warrior-like and resolute appearance made him completely devoid of any femininity.
His eyes lacked any of the innocence of a college student; instead, they possessed a steadfastness and wisdom that ordinary college students lacked.
Someone like him would probably be stopped and questioned by security guards when entering the school.
"Forget it, appearance is a minor matter. Let's continue gathering information about this world."
This time, he set his sights on the phone that came with his identity, continuing to use his "language proficiency" to understand the world.
It's powered on and there's no password set, which is great.
He first tried it out casually, and then his movements became more and more skilled, since the way he used this phone was similar to the phone he used before he transmigrated.
"What is this? News?"
With a hint of curiosity, Mo Di clicked on the news notification that suddenly popped up, glanced at it, and abruptly sat up straight.
A mysterious waiter appeared at a billionaire's banquet, and after being humiliated, he revealed a "dragon-patterned black card" that stunned everyone present!
"Oh, this smell is too strong! Could it be that the Dragon King has returned?"
He exited the news and started looking at the trending topics list on the news app.
A retired elderly man suffered a sudden heart attack in a park; a mysterious young man passing by saved him with silver needles.
[The Pei Group spends hundreds of billions to acquire a rival company; the president coldly remarked, "I bought it for my wife to take apart and play with."]
After reading just the first two lines, Modi began to suspect that he had entered the wrong software.
He checked online and found that the software was indeed a mainstream news app, not a novel app.
"...Is there something wrong with my eyes, or has the world gone mad?"
He rubbed his temples, wondering if he had stumbled into a world filled with characters like the Dragon King's son-in-law, a divine doctor descending from the mountain, and a domineering CEO.
A defining characteristic of this type of world is that the power of families, corporations, and even mercenary organizations is amplified to an extreme degree, potentially even surpassing that of state power.
Oh, and another thing is currency devaluation. People are spending tens of millions without even realizing it. The news just now even reached the shocking level of hundreds of billions.
Its actual purchasing power is probably comparable to that of a shadow currency.
Modi scrolled down for a while before finding one that stood out from the rest of the news:
A sudden dense fog outside Greenfield City has led to the mysterious disappearance of several people!
"A strange world, but following the pattern of this kind of worldview, there may be some extraordinary systems hidden in the shadows."
For example, ancient martial arts, immortal cultivation, and of course, traditional Chinese martial arts or supernatural abilities.
After turning off his phone, Modi cast a spell called [Etheric Vision], and after a while, he sighed.
"No wonder the magic is recovering so slowly. I didn't expect the ether in this world to be so thin."
If the ether concentration in the continent of Eternity is 10, then the concentration in this world is probably only 1.
The thin ether prevented him from replenishing his magic power in time, but fortunately his blood energy was unaffected by the ether, and he could recover with just some flesh and blood.
As if struck by a sudden inspiration, he learned something through the ancient blood.
He can stay in this world for a maximum of one year. After that, he will be rejected and sent back to his original world.
How he returns to the continent of Itniti depends on what benefits he can gain this year.
His immediate priority is to learn the language and writing system of this world. While being proficient in languages is useful, it ultimately consumes magic power.
"Speaking of which, this world is indeed strange; there are people who can actually do things like kidnapping in the street."
Leaning against the window, he spotted two men who looked like thugs walking side by side toward the back alley below his building.
One of them was carrying an unconscious woman on his shoulder.
After pondering for a moment, Modi came to a conclusion:
"They really don't take me seriously. They seem to be asking for it."
Then, a smile crept onto his face. "The opportunity to learn to read has arrived, hasn't it?"
Downstairs in the back alley, two men walked quickly. One of them asked:
"Tell me, what did Young Master Xu want us to do with this woman?"
Another man gave him a cold glance. "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, or you might not see the sun rise tomorrow."
The man who asked the question pursed his lips, about to complain, when a slightly hoarse voice interrupted:
"I'm curious about this too. Can't you really tell me a thing or two?"
Like a classic scene from a horror movie, pale hands pressed down on their shoulders, radiating a chilling aura.
The two stopped, not because they wanted to, but because they simply couldn't move.
"Who are you? Don't you know we're working for the eldest son of the Xu family?!"
The two decisively brought up Young Master Xu in an attempt to intimidate the visitors.
But that obviously didn't work.
Modi's smile deepened. He leaned close to their ears and exhaled a puff of cold white mist. "You've chosen a good spot. I've checked it; there are no security cameras around here."
There's no one else, except... the two of you.
A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to their heads. The two were completely terrified and immediately confessed everything they knew and all the evil deeds they had committed.
"Oh, I see." Mordy's smile faded, and his tone became even colder.
"Abducting women, committing murder, cutting off kidneys... You two are just small-time thugs, yet you've done so many evil deeds."
If I hadn't done my research beforehand, I would have doubted whether this was some kind of city teeming with talented people.
He made no attempt to hide his murderous intent; these two scoundrels didn't deserve to live.