The Family Is Too Invincible, I Just Choose To Put It Badly

Whoosh —

The sound of flowing water could be heard. The blood in Fang Lan's body was boiling violently, and his aura was rising rapidly.

Fang Lan knew that this was the hundred-year cultivation that the System had just rewarded him with.

A hundred years of cultivation was not much, but it was not little either.

According to the aura in his body, the hundred-year cultivation rewarded by the System was only the result of a hundred years of hard work by someone with an inferior-grade Yellow Spiritual Root.

If it had been his elder brother, who had the potential to be a Great Emperor, a hundred-year cultivation would have been equivalent to a year's or even less.

One year of being a Heavenly Talent was equivalent to a hundred years of hard work by a cultivator with an inferior-grade Spiritual Root.

Although the truth was ironic …

That was the reality.

Although the System's reward was calculated according to the cultivator with the lowest potential, a hundred-year cultivation was enough for Fang Lan now.

As the hundred-year cultivation appeared in his body, the blood in Fang Lan's body was washed over and over again by the massive surge of cultivation!

Blood Transfusion Blood Transfusion required the cultivator to cleanse the blood in his body step by step, expelling the excess impurities from his body and strengthening his bones and body. Thus, he would be able to withstand the influx of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to the greatest extent and become a true cultivator!

The Blood Movement Realm was divided into nine levels.

In other words, a cultivator had to undergo nine blood transfusions before they could step into the next realm.

Nine blood transfusions …

To this day, Fang Lan had not succeeded even once.

Although he had cultivated the Sacred Scripture of Absolute Beginning, the top technique of the Holy Land of Taichu, he had been suffering from a trash Spiritual Root. Although he had been cultivating all these years, he had never been able to transform his blood.

This had once made the original owner think that he was an ordinary person without a Spiritual Root.

But today's Spiritual Root test made Fang Lan realize that it was not that he did not have a Spiritual Root, but that his Spiritual Root was so trash that there was no difference between having it and not having it.

Inferior-Grade Yellow Spiritual Root … No Spiritual Root.

There was really not much difference.

If a cultivator with a Yellow Spiritual Root cultivated normally, it would take at least a few years or even more than a decade to accumulate enough Spiritual Root to transform his blood.

It was possible that he would not be able to reach the ninth level of the Blood Movement Realm in his lifetime.

Although a hundred-year cultivation was a lot, Fang Lan did not know how far this cultivation would allow him to grow.

It seemed that he would not be able to break through to the Blood Movement Realm.

As he thought this, the blood in his body continued to boil and wash over him.

"Hua hua hua —"

A sound that sounded like the rolling of a great river rang out in his body, and countless divine lights bloomed from his body.

Golden light emerged from his body and slowly enveloped him.

Through the golden light, they could clearly see the changes that were taking place in Fang Lan's body. His originally crimson blood was being washed and cleansed over and over again. Gradually, it began to emit a golden light.

As the red blood was gradually replaced by the golden blood, Fang Lan's aura and power gradually increased.

The first blood exchange was a success!

The second blood exchange was a success!

The third time …

Just as Fang Lan had expected, the system's reward of 100 years of cultivation did not allow him to break through to the Blood Movement Realm.

With each blood exchange, the cultivation rewarded by the system was quietly absorbed into his body. When the last strand of spirit energy was absorbed by his body, Fang Lan's cultivation finally stopped at the 9th level of the Blood Movement Realm!

After digesting his cultivation, the golden light that had filled the surroundings also disappeared. The bones, veins, and golden blood that had been clearly visible also disappeared into his body this time.

"Whew ~"

Fang Lan let out a long sigh as the Qi in his body gradually calmed down.

"To be able to raise one's cultivation while lying down …"

"Who else can compare to me?"

Feeling the surging Qi in his body, he had a bright smile on his face.

"Sometimes it feels good to be lousy, and sometimes it feels good to be lousy!"

"Sure enough, the end of life is to be lousy!"

"The ancients did not lie to me about this truth …"

With that thought in mind, Fang Lan closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep while facing the gentle breeze.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his nap.

At this time, it was already night time. The sky was full of stars hanging in the night sky. A gorgeous river of stars streaked across the sky. Countless stars were shining brightly in the river of stars, as if they were alive. They were blooming with boundless brilliance towards the dead and deep starry sky.

Fang Lan lay on his recliner and looked up at the starry sky. Looking at the beautiful stars, he was very calm.

Just as his mind was wandering in the starry sky …

Suddenly, the night sky above his head shone with endless colors. Countless patterns appeared in the void. The colorful lights surged and covered the entire peak of Fang Lan's mansion.

"What the hell? What happened?"

Looking at the patterns that appeared above his head, Fang Lan was shocked.

The formation above his head was the defensive formation of his mountain. It was set up by his father, the Lord of the Holy Land of Taichu.

For so many years, there had been no movement from it. Why did it suddenly appear today? Was there a strong enemy?

Fang Lan hurriedly stood up from the recliner and looked at the colorful formation above his head. He was very frightened.

"I didn't do anything. I just tested my talent. Why is there someone after me?"

"I only have a low-grade Yellow Spiritual Root. It's not that bad …"

Fang Lan's mind was full of thoughts. He kept thinking about whether he had offended anyone during this time.

But after going through the memories in his mind several times, he did not find that he had offended anyone.

He had not even left the Holy Land of Taichu for more than ten years. How could he have offended anyone?

"Could it be that the formation is broken?"

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