Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

The Red Dragon Demon King lay on the bed with his enchanting body, his hands tightly grasping the silk back sheet, his sharp nails already cutting through the sheet.

"I'm not saying anything, brother, could you please be a little gentler?"

"If you give me two more needles, I, a demon king of the eighth level, will be killed by you."

The Red Dragon Demon King's eyes turned red, he sniffed, and spoke with some grievance.

Who would have thought that the Red Dragon Demon King, who was so domineering outside, was like a weak woman being bullied at this moment.

Shen Wuming shrugged, “You can’t blame me for pulling all the blood out of your body, what do you think?”

"This is just the appetizer. Later even your heart's blood and marrow will have to be taken out and washed again."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The Red Dragon Demon King quickly turned over and said, "Are you trying to take this opportunity to harm me?"

“Brother!” Shen Wuming rolled his eyes, and then released a righteous spirit that was as vigorous as clouds.

"If I were to lie to you, as a great scholar of the seventh realm, my righteous spirit would have collapsed long ago."

"If you can't even see this, then fine, I'm going to turn around and leave now, and you can have fun by yourself."

Shen Wuming said as she was about to go to the bedside to take down the instruments, but the Red Dragon Demon King quickly grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"No, no, no, I was just joking."

The Red Dragon Demon King smiled awkwardly and said, "I was just saying it casually. Of course I believe in the righteousness of Confucianism."

Although everyone is cursing Confucianism, to be honest, when it comes to trust, everyone believes in righteousness.

Even the power of the Legalists does not have the credibility of the righteous spirit.

It's not for anything else, it's just because the great righteousness must be practiced in the right way in order to maintain cultivation, otherwise, the cultivation will definitely decline.

It is undeniable that a Confucian monk who can reach the upper three realms must have a noble and upright character that is beyond reproach.

Otherwise, how can one make progress in cultivation?

It was also for this reason that the Red Dragon Demon King chose this young man whom he met for the first time.

After all, if it were someone else, even a master doctor, he might have deceived him and taken this opportunity to kill him.

But the great Confucian scholars would not!

What is credibility? This is credibility!

Shen Wuming snorted coldly, and then continued to act, drawing out all the blood from her body according to the blood exchange method.

Even the bone marrow, heart blood, and even cerebrospinal fluid were all drawn out without any leakage.

The Red Dragon Demon King felt his whole body limp, his breathing became rapid, and his head suddenly began to feel heavy.

It was as if I would close my eyes forever in the next second.

"What... did you do?"

The Red Dragon Demon King's voice had become very low. Unlike his previous domineering tone, it instead revealed a kind of gentle beauty.

There were tears in her eyes and a slightly tipsy look on her face. She looked at Shen Wuming with a dazed look.

This was a sequelae of the extraction of cerebrospinal fluid. If her cultivation had not been high enough, she would have fainted long ago.

There was no way I could stay awake.

But even so, because of the intracranial hypotension, she felt a little confused and drowsy.

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

Shen Wuming did not explain, but formed seals with his hands, constantly pinching the seal formula, and the magic weapon in front of him also emitted bursts of gray and mysterious light.

The liquids in a dozen or so glass bottles were also being continuously penetrated by the mysterious light, and then began to decompose and peel off.

What's more, there are streams of black smoke like that produced by burning, emanating from special pipes.

"This poison is quite vicious!"

Shen Wuming looked stunned. Judging from the method used, the person who poisoned him was definitely not an ordinary person.

At least the upper three realms... No.

Shen Wuming's eyes suddenly focused, and when he raised his hand, a ball of righteous energy came out, enveloping all the black smoke.

Then it continued to compress, and the black smoke soon turned into a drop of black blood, releasing a luster like black agate.

"Is this... blood?"

Shen Wuming frowned, obviously a little confused, judging from the appearance, shouldn’t he have been poisoned?

Why is it blood?

Moreover, what kind of blood could contain such toxins... Even Pipa, the Scorpion Demon, can't do it!

"Golden Cicada, can you tell what this is?"

Shen Wuming patted the bamboo tube on his waist, and a golden flying cicada jumped out of it. It was Jin Chanzi.

It flapped its wings, circled around the drop of black blood several times, and uttered sighs continuously.

"Good stuff, good stuff."

A hint of greed visible to the naked eye appeared on the tiny face of the six-winged golden cicada, as if it wanted to swallow it into its stomach.

But then it closed its eyes tightly again, forcing itself to suppress the greed in its mind.

He has been reincarnated many times now, just to regain his righteousness, and then return to the world and to Lingshan.

You can also obtain Buddhahood!

If greed were to set in at this moment, all the practice in this life would probably be wasted and turned into water flowing eastward.

This is not what Jin Chanzi wants.

Jin Chanzi is not not greedy, but he is not tempted by small profits. If we are to be greedy, we have to be greedy for big ones!

It's just a drop of blood.

"It's just the blood of the Candle Dragon!"

Jin Chanzi's somewhat jealous voice sounded, and although his words were full of disdain, one could hear it in his tone.

"I've also seen your black armor. To be honest, this Candle Dragon Blood is almost the same as the Candle Dragon Eye on your black armor."

"We share the same roots and origins."

"But this drop of Zhulong blood is extremely pure, while your Zhulong Eye is just average."

With Jin Chanzi's explanation, Shen Wuming also knew the source of this drop of blood.

It was actually the pure-blooded Candle Dragon's lifeblood, and its original form should be extremely powerful.

As for the Eye of the Candle Dragon on his body, it was much worse and could only be regarded as a dragon with the blood of the Candle Dragon.

"If I'm not mistaken, this drop of Zhulong blood should be the direct descendant of the first Zhulong in the world!"

According to legend, in ancient times, before humans were born, the world had many innate gods and demons.

Among them were two dragons.

One is the Ancestral Dragon, the other is the Candle Dragon. Together they created the dragon clan which later spread across three thousand worlds.

At their peak, the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan jointly occupied the three thousand worlds. One can imagine how powerful they were.

As for Zhulong, the ancestor of the dragon clan, his strength is absolutely outstanding even among those innate gods and demons.

"You can understand it this way. Even the worst innate god or devil is one of the top gods and Buddhas."

Jin Chanzi sighed.

“Among those innate gods and demons, Zhulong’s skills and magical powers are among the best.”

"Especially his combat power is among the top ten, so just imagine how strong his offspring's bloodline is."

In this way, the blood of Zhulong is indeed a very good thing.

Shen Wuming's eyes were filled with a glimmer as he stared at the drop of blood, and many ideas had already been born in his mind.

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