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Upon hearing this, I was extremely excited, and I couldn't stop smiling: "Grandpa Zhang, you're amazing! You can tell the truth about anything just by looking at it."

"Don't flatter me yet, kid. I haven't finished speaking." Grandpa Zhang waved his hand at me.

"Grandpa Zhang, is there any other question?" I was getting impatient.

"Although this Blood Refining Sacred Art is real, it's not complete at all. Yuan Xiaomei destroyed a lot of it. These past few days, your Eighth Master and I have been studying it and have filled in some of the damaged parts, but it's still not complete. It can only be considered a fragment of the Blood Refining Sacred Art, less than half of the content, and only the first half. The text on the wall is all ancient runes, and there are very few people in the world who can understand it. Now I've translated it for you, so take a look."

As he spoke, Grandpa Zhang handed me a book.

I took it, opened it, and found that it was a thread-bound book. The text was written in tiny characters by Grandpa Zhang himself, and there were also illustrations in some places. Although the illustrations were very simple, they were very vivid. With just a few strokes, they showed all the content. The illustrations marked various meridians and acupoints, which would be helpful for my practice.

Seeing this book, I was truly thrilled. Alas, I was able to cultivate into such a powerful and unorthodox cultivator thanks in no small part to these old men, who spoiled me rotten.

If I wanted it, I could pluck the stars from the sky for me.

However, when it comes to asking for money, they are absolutely ruthless.

"Grandpa Zhang, you've been so good to me, you're practically my own grandfather, I'll kowtow to you." As I said this, I was about to kneel down, but Grandpa Zhang waved his hand and lifted me up.

"With our relationship, there's no need for such formalities. I have something else to tell you. Although the Blood Refining Sacred Art is powerful, it's still an evil technique. It's much less effective for others, but it's very suitable for you because you have a Blood Refining Orb. This Blood Refining Sacred Art can first nourish the Blood Refining Orb within you, and secondly, it can enhance your cultivation. Recently, I sensed that the power of the Black Demon God has been integrated into you. This Blood Refining Sacred Art can also fuse with demonic energy, which will unleash exceptionally powerful effects. However... it also carries a high risk of demonic possession. You must be careful to maintain a proper balance." Grandpa Zhang instructed again.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Zhang, I know what I'm doing," I said with a smile.

“You have no self-awareness. You’re becoming more and more like a heretical cultivator. It’s a pity that your technique is incomplete. If you have the chance, it would be great if you could complete the Blood Refining Sacred Art. But when you’re practicing the Blood Refining Sacred Art, remember not to be too hasty, and don’t put all your mind on it. You should still focus on the Profound Truth Enlightenment Art. Do you hear me?” Grandpa Zhang said sternly.

"I understand, Grandpa Zhang. You're so kind to me. Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now," I said with a smile.

With that, I turned to leave.

"Hey, don't rush me, I haven't finished speaking yet..." Grandpa Zhang smiled.

Old Zhang smiled, "Life and death are unpredictable."

Something must be wrong.

I slowly turned around and looked at him again: "Grandpa Zhang, is there anything else you need?"

"Little Jie, your Eighth Grandfather and I have been busy for so many days, helping you figure out the incomplete Blood Refining Sacred Art manual. Shouldn't you show your appreciation? You must have saved up quite a bit of money recently, right?" Grandpa Zhang looked at me with a smile.

I knew it, I knew it!

They're definitely waiting for me here, raising fish all this time until I'm fat enough to be harvested at once.

When he brought this up, I really couldn't laugh anymore.

"Grandpa Zhang...look at you...I really don't have much money." I was almost crying.

"How much do you think this Blood Refining Sacred Technique is worth?" Grandpa Zhang asked again.

"Of course it's priceless, especially for Xiao Jie." Eighth Master chuckled as he stood on my shoulder, which was like stabbing me in the heart.

"Do you think it's a loss to ask you for 2 or 3 small goals? If you think it's a loss, then leave the book behind." Old Zhang took a sip of tea, looking like he had me cornered.

I immediately stuffed the book into the Dragon Tiger Mirror to prevent him from taking it away.

"Little Jie, do you think you can leave this house without leaving the money behind?" As he spoke, Grandpa Zhang waved his hand, and the door slammed shut, as if striking my heart.

Asking me to come up with so much money all at once is like asking me to die.

"Grandpa Zhang, could you please leave me some money? I beg you! Every time I save up some money, it gets taken away all at once. How am I supposed to live?" I was about to cry.

"Whether you live or die is up to you. Stop talking nonsense, put your bank card on the table and get out of here." Grandpa Zhang was already getting impatient.

Eighth Master stood on my shoulders and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

There was no other way, no solution... I could only obediently take the money. Immediately, I took out my bank card from my pocket, and with trembling hands, placed it on the table next to Grandpa Zhang.

"Grandpa Zhang, I have a question. You rarely leave your house, so what do you need so much money for?" I was very puzzled.

"What's it to you? I just like saving money, okay? Hurry up and go." Grandpa Zhang waved his hand.

I sighed, thinking to myself, "You old Zhang, once I've mastered the complete Blood Refining Sacred Art and reached the level of betraying my master and destroying my ancestors, I'll definitely have to give them a go..."

We'll have those three old men go together then.

Thinking this, I angrily left Old Zhang's house and returned to my own home.

At this point, I felt that even the Blood Refining Saint Technique wasn't appealing anymore.

Old Zhang is getting more and more outrageous. He taught me a set of spear techniques before and charged me a small amount. This time, he dares to ask me for 2 or 3 small amounts for the incomplete Blood Refining Holy Technique. Why doesn't he just rob me?

Honestly, even if Old Zhang went out to rob people, he wouldn't make as much money as I do.

My mood is absolutely terrible. I finally managed to save up some money, and now it's all gone. I'm back to square one.

No, I still need to have some money on me. Old Zhang has figured it out; he'll take as much money as I have on me, not a penny less.

I think this matter is definitely related to Tang Shangning. He knows best about the money I've been spending lately.

The moment I thought of Tang Shangning, I immediately set off for the Special Investigation Team headquarters to have a go at him. This time, I went to Zhangjiakou to help him on a mission and got into a feud with the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult. Zhang Qing'an almost died, so I had to make Tang Shangning pay a price to show his appreciation. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel right about it.

When I arrived at the Special Investigation Team headquarters, Tang Shangning was in his office reading documents. I simply pushed open the door and went in.

As soon as Tang Shangning saw me, he immediately became impatient: "You brat, is this your house? You come and go as you please without even knocking?"