Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation - Chapter 147

147: Blood Court 147: Blood Court The wind passed across Kyrian’s face without mercy, while his mind was a little distant, oblivious to it.

The last hours had been blurs as the biome beneath him changed rapidly.

Now, suspended between the clouds and the open sky, carried by the most powerful person he had ever met, Kyrian had time to think more clearly about the events.

Everything happened far too fast.

Too fast even for him.

Kyrian had left the Verdant Sword Sect abruptly.

Without goodbyes.

Without warnings.

Suddenly, Yanyu, sitting in her room, cultivating with a serious expression, the image of her passed through his mind.

And Luz, the small fox, slept beside her after devouring a small mound of spiritual stones.

Then the image disappeared from his mind like dust.

Kyrian closed his eyes for a moment.

The Verdant Sword Sect had been his home for weeks.

He knew he wouldn’t stay there forever.

Feng Yuan had stated plainly that Kyrian could leave whenever he wished.

But Kyrian didn’t imagine it would be like this.

He didn’t expect to be dragged into an even greater force suddenly.

Blood Court.

The only thing he knew was that it was a 4º level force.

An organization that surpassed the Verdant Sword Sect in influence, resources, and weight.

And the man who carried him… Kyrian looked sideways at Dong Zhen.

His pressure was restrained, but Kyrian didn’t need much to know.

This man was above the Spiritual Awakening Realm.

They continued in silence for a long time during the flight, until the silence bothered Kyrian enough for him to ask.

“Are you the leader of the Blood Court?” The question came out simple, without turns.

Dong Zhen didn’t seem surprised.

He only looked ahead and answered after a few seconds.

“Yes.” Kyrian absorbed the answer, sighed briefly, and continued.

“What is the Blood Court like?

What do you expect from me there?” Dong Zhen didn’t look at him immediately.

He only continued flying in a straight line, as if Kyrian’s words didn’t require urgency.

“The Blood Court is not a common organization like the countless sects that exist out there.” His voice then came, sounding calm but weighted.

“Our members are few, but each one is handpicked.” “Handpicked for what?” Kyrian asked.

“For the path of blood.” Dong Zhen answered quickly.

“Only those with a true level of talent for this path can enter.

We are not interested in numbers, only quality.” He then turned his face slightly, eyes half-narrowed.

“And what I want from you is simple.

Cultivate.

Grow strong.

I will provide resources and guidance.

In return, when the time comes, you will help the Blood Court when necessary.” “…just that?” Kyrian asked, slightly surprised.

“Heh.

Yes.

Just that.” Dong Zhen smiled lightly before completing.

“The Blood Court is lacking talents in this generation.

I am already growing too old.

I need someone to entrust things to in the future.” He then looked at Kyrian with genuine interest.

“And I know you will not remain stuck for long.

I believe you can feel it, can’t you?” “Your path is not small.

You possess innate talent.

Even 3º level forces and above would fight to have you in their ranks.” Kyrian listened to everything carefully.

And… it made sense.

Feng Yuan had already made it clear that Kyrian wouldn’t stay long in the Verdant Sword Sect.

His destiny was greater than that.

And the truth was simple.

Resources.

Kyrian needed resources.

Needed strength.

Needed to advance.

The Verdant Sword Sect was only a small step.

Just as the Blood Court would also be.

And the resources there, obviously, would also be greater.

… While they flew, several hours earlier, below them, within the ruins of the tower.

Mei Ran and Long Xue had reunited again with Elder Han.

The smell of dust and blood still hung in the air, but the tension from before had dissipated.

The survivors were a bit shaken, but alive.

And that was what mattered.

Mei Ran let out a long sigh.

That could have been a massacre.

If Dong Zhen hadn’t appeared, they would have fought to the death against the elders of the other two sects.

As soon as everything calmed down, she turned to Elder Han.

“Elder Han… do you know that man?” Han, with a heavy expression, took a deep breath.

“Yes.

I’m sure you’ve also heard his name.” He adjusted the sleeves of his robe before saying.

“He is Dong Zhen.

The supreme leader of the Blood Court.

A 4º level force.” Mei Ran widened her eyes.

“What do you think will happen to Kyrian…?” Her voice carried real concern.

“Honestly?

I can’t say precisely.” Elder Han scratched his chin.

“But I believe he will be fine.

Dong Zhen clearly became interested in his talent.” “Kyrian cultivates ice, sword… and now seems to be walking the path of blood…” He then sighed.

“The boy is not someone our small sect could control anyway.

He was destined to go somewhere greater sooner or later.” Mei Ran remained silent.

Rumors about Kyrian and Yanyu surfaced in her mind.

“But I believe he will return one day.” Elder Han said suddenly, with unexpected conviction.

“I heard he is close to an inner disciple of the sect.

She is your protégé, isn’t she?” Mei Ran let out a small smile.

“Yes…” ‘Yanyu will be sad… but she is strong and determined.

I know she will deal with it.’ Mei Ran thought.

“The matters here are finished.” She raised her hand and summoned the flying beasts.

“Let’s return now.” Despite everything, the expedition had a great harvest.

Shen Yu received the inheritance.

The core disciples survived even though they were injured.

The sect would rise even more in the coming years.

And as for the other two sects… Feng Yuan would decide their fate when he returned.

… Days then passed.

Kyrian finally began to understand the distance they had traveled.

He lost track of time several times.

Dong Zhen flew without rest, without pause, as if the absurd speed were natural to him.

But Kyrian saw him taking some pills along the way, so it also became clear that to fly constantly at that speed required spending a great amount of Qi.

And then, finally, something changed on the horizon.

Dark clouds accumulated like dense walls, blocking all light from the sky.

The atmosphere grew heavy, slightly suffocating.

Kyrian frowned.

The smell of blood began to become evident, even hundreds of meters above the ground.

Dong Zhen then slowed down for the first time.

“We’re arriving.” Below them stretched an immense empty plain of yellow grass, as if it were dry.

There was absolutely nothing but this slightly unusual plain.

At least it seemed that way for normal eyes… But Kyrian, with his eyes, could see the distortion in the air.

A gigantic concealment formation.

Dense.

Ancient, existing in that place.

At its center, Kyrian saw it.

A colossal fortress, built with deep black bricks, decorated with red veins like living blood vessels.

The Qi of blood pulsed constantly like an immense heart beating in silence.

Dong Zhen descended slowly.

“Welcome to the Blood Court.” He said before landing on the ground.

Kyrian stood up after several days, finally, while observing the place around him with great interest.

The place was vast, oppressive, and alive at the same time.

Dong Zhen began walking toward the fortress, and Kyrian followed him without asking anything.

The dry ground of the plain seemed dead, but there was a subtle pattern of Qi running beneath the surface, like hidden veins that fed the place.

As they approached, the formation opened like an invisible curtain, allowing both to pass without resistance.

As soon as Kyrian crossed the barrier, he felt the air change completely.

The metallic smell of blood became stronger.

But it was controlled, as if it were part of the structure itself.

Inside the fortress, the main corridor was wide and silent.

Few people walked there.

Most wore simple clothes, clearly servants responsible for minor tasks.

They lowered their heads respectfully as soon as Dong Zhen passed.

Kyrian noticed that none of them had cultivation as high as he expected.

They were common servants, just as he saw in the Verdant Sword Sect.

They had a small foundation, but that was all.

This helped him understand better, the true members of the Blood Court did not stay there.

Dong Zhen noticed Kyrian’s expression.

“The main headquarters does not house many cultivators.

The true members remain scattered among the branches of the Blood Court.” Kyrian slightly furrowed his brows.

“How many branches are there?” “There are six.” Dong Zhen answered without stopping.

“Each branch takes care of a specific function.

Each branch has its own leader.” They crossed another corridor to reach the inner courtyard of the fortress.

The place was wide, with black pillars supporting a circular structure above.

“You will meet all of them in a week.” Dong Zhen completed.

Kyrian raised his gaze.

“Would they gather even if I were not here?” “Yes.” Dong Zhen answered.

“Every five years, all branches gather here in the main headquarters.

We discuss resource distribution, alliances, threats, and important decisions.” He then paused briefly before continuing.

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