Chapter 290 The Grand Blood Refiner''s Story


    "It''s you," Tom said in a low voice that was almost a whisper as he saw the face of the man emerging


    out from the woods.


    The man was Robb.


    "There is something wrong with his aura," Darren said, ring at Robb''s approaching figure. Darren


    activated his spiritual sense and immediately noticed the intense aura of bloodiness exuding from


    Robb''s body.


    "You''re the evil cultivator!" Tom took a few hasty steps backwards and stood beside Darren. "What are


    you going to do? Kill us?"


    Darren shook his head, not giving Robb a chance to respond. "If he wanted to kill us, he would have


    already silently done it." He red at Robb and asked, "Tell us why are you lurking here?"


    Robb gave out a deep chuckle. "You have some insights, don''t you?" His voice was different—it was


    very hoarse and dry. The next moment his appearance also suddenly changed, half of his face was an


    exposed skull and the other half was rotten flesh.


    "Who the hell are you!" Tom''s eyes widened in shock.


    "Who am I? Well, you can call me the Grand Blood Refiner if you like." At that moment, the Grand


    Blood Refiner hadpletely revealed his true body. The powerful aura that was emitting from it was


    more horrible than his disgusting face.


    The wind rustled.


    Rivulets of blood floated in the air around Darren and Tom. They were suddenly enveloped in a scarlet


    red world.


    "Run, Darren!" Tom took Darren by the arm and prepared to escape.


    "It''s no use, Tom. We can''t escape from his domain now." Darren calmly stood on the ground.


    Tom took a tumble and froze. The self-assumed Grand Blood Refiner could only be a strong cultivator


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    in the Grand Realm to have created such an expansive domain.


    "Do you want us to find the Primitive Stones for you?" Darren asked, unintimidated.


    "Cleverd. You''re Darren, aren''t you? You must have excelled beyond themon warriors since you


    were able to enter the twelfth space in the Ancient Void Battlefield. You really are a breed apart! I will


    not beat around the bush. I need you to help me find a kind of Primitive Stone containing the Life Rule,"


    the Grand Blood Refiner stated.


    "Sir, you have already sneaked into the Raksa Sea, why do you still need us? Couple that with your


    clearly much more superior strength, wouldn''t it be more convenient for you to look for it yourself?"


    Darren expressed his doubts.


    The Grand Blood Refiner raised his brows in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "You called me sir?


    It seems you have no knowledge about me,d. I am a demon," he said in response to Darren''s


    question.


    "It''s a world where a warrior could earn honor with his strength, so what you did in the past has nothing


    to do with my calling you ''sir''," Darren replied dryly.


    The Grand Blood Refiner''s eyes shed and smirked. "Well, I like you. Does this mean you are willing


    to find the Primitive Stones for me?"


    "Not really. You haven''t answered my question yet." Darren''s voice was t.


    The Grand Blood Refiner gave out a light snort. "Let''s sit down and have a talk if you like." He did not


    get angry. Quite the contrary, he appreciated the young man''s guts even more. With a wave of his


    rotten palm, a stone table appeared in front of them.


    "Simply speaking, I need Primitive Stones to heal my wounds that are almost incurable. I will treat you


    well as long as you help me. I promise." The Grand Blood Refiner sat down and gestured at Darren to


    do the same. "My strength is subject to a lot of restrictions here and it won''t be as good as yours. This


    is why I need your help. You''ll see what I mean soon enough," he continued.


    The Grand Blood Refiner might have not been direct about it, but what he really wanted was Darren''s


    help specifically.


    Darren made no immediate reply.


    "Are you hesitating? Are you afraid that I will harm you or the other warriors once I recover from my


    wounds?" Grand Blood Refiner gave a wry smile, raising one eyebrow.


    Truth be told, Darren indeed had some doubts. What if the Grand Blood Refiner double-crossed them


    and killed them once he got the Primitive Stones? Moreover, he must have already killed countless


    men, judging from his dense bloody aura. It was apparent that he had been conducting a very bloody


    cultivation method.


    Darren would be the one to me if the Grand Blood Refiner started ughtering warriors in the


    outside world when his wounds healed.


    "Yeah, that''s exactly my concern," Darren answered frankly.


    The Grand Blood Refinerughed coldly. "I will kill warriors once I get cured. Not the ordinary warriors,


    but the grand warriors. However, please listen to my story before you make any judgments about me."


    "Go ahead, sir." It won''t make any difference whether Darren wanted to listen to his story or not. They


    couldn''t escape from the Grand Blood Refiner''s domain anyway. He didn''t really have much choice in


    the matter.


    Grand Blood Refiner began to tell Darren and Tom the story of the first half of his life.


    "The world regards me as a demon that hasmitted all manners of crimes. But is this the truth? I


    was only forced to do what I had to do because I was persecuted by self-righteous hypocrites."


    Regardless of the authenticity of his words, Darren got interested in his story.


    "Seven hundred years ago, I was an exceptional talent. I reached the Grand Realm at the age of


    twenty eight. My blood refining martial arts skill had achieved an unprecedented level, no one in the


    younger generation were able to beat me.


    You must be assuming that my blood refining martial arts skill required ruthless ughter before


    achieving great progress in strength. But the fact was, I didn''t kill anyone before I reached the Grand


    Realm. I only killed powerful creatures like demonic monsters and mutants.


    So why did I be a demon that everyone in the world loathed? It was because of a man, a scum


    that I dream of killing. He was extremely jealous of my strength and envied all of my achievements.


    Dozens of years after I became a grand warrior, he sent a dozen of grand warriors to kill me in the


    hope of capturing my Natal Blood Bead. However, I was able to kill all of those grand warriors on my


    own. The result of that battle shocked the whole world.


    I had escaped when the fucking scum came for me. Filled with indignation, he spread rumors with his


    prestige that I was a demon who killed those grand warriors for the cultivation of my evil martial arts


    skill. From then on, I lived everyday restlessly, being chased by strong cultivators all the time."


    A strong sense of resentment filled the Grand Blood Refiner''s heart as he paused.


    "In the endless chase, I didn''t wait for my doom with tied hands. My strength gradually reached a new


    high after having killed hundreds of pursing forces of grand warriors. In other words, I had be a


    three-star grand warrior, which was the peak of strong cultivators in the wholend including the east,


    west, north and south regions!"


    "I heard three-star grand warrior is not the strongest within the four regions. There are many four-star,


    five-star, even seven-star grand warriors, as far as I know," Darren interrupted, squinting in curiosity.


    The Grand Blood Refiner hummed. "You know a lot, yet you know a little. In this Bottom Spiritual World


    we live in, a three-star grand warrior is already the most powerful. No grand warrior above three-star is


    able to live in the Bottom Spiritual World. But this is beyond my range of knowledge. More about that


    Darren nodded. "Please continue, sir."


    "As I became a three-star grand warrior after I killed hundreds of grand warriors, there was no need to


    continue being on the run because my strength had be enough to defeat that scum. With my


    ughter de, I started seeking him.


    Before long, our battle broke out. It was such an appalling battle that even the world was plunged into


    suppression of the heaven and earth. And the result was..." The Grand Blood Refiner gave a


    displeased sigh, apparently not resigned to the result of the battle.


    "You must have lost the battle, then? Or else you wouldn''t be reduced to what you are now," Darren


    said.


    The Grand Blood refiner shook his head once. "No, I won the battle. We were both three-star grand


    warriors, but my Bloodshed Domain was more powerful than his. He lost the battle after three months


    of tough battle. Just when I was about to bring him to justice and make it clear to the world that I was


    innocent, another man appeared—a shameless rule cultivator that I now want to kill more than the


    scum!"


    Hearing this, Darren changed his initial unsympathetic countenance. ''It turned out that a rule cultivator


    was also involved in the battle. That rule cultivator clearly had something to do with the Grand Blood


    Refiner''s current predicament. But how could a rule cultivator defeat a three-star grand warrior?'' Darren


    was leftpletely puzzled.