This patriarch is not being alarmist. For the ancestor who is in seclusion, this is the only chance to condense the golden elixir. If the promotion fails, just the blood essence that is forcibly suppressed in the body will backfire, enough to kill him on the spot.
It would be great if he could hunt enough monks to meet his training needs. On the other hand, he wouldn't mind using the monks in front of him as objects of sacrifice.
As long as the golden elixir can be condensed smoothly, both lifespan and magical powers will be greatly increased. But what's the difficulty in just spending more time and cultivating a new group of believers in the future?
"How should we remedy the situation? Please tell me, the patriarch." When these rebellious monks heard this, an unusually pale look suddenly appeared on their faces.
Obviously, they understood the fear and temperament of the so-called ancestor, and not all the words of the patriarch were threatening.
"The ancestors stipulated that all the essence and blood should be donated after one month. At this point, it is obvious that relying solely on the sea beast puppets will not hinder the achievement of the goal. If you want to survive, you should personally take action to obtain the missing late-stage foundation-building monk essence.
The best strategy is to replenish the blood completely." The clan leader's strategy can be described as simple and crude.
In order to save his life, he no longer even cares about the spread of news that the blood training lineage still exists. After all, even if he pays a certain price, it is just in exchange for the opportunity to condense the golden elixir in the future.
"If the news of the existence of the blood training lineage spreads, we will definitely be pursued by many monks from the sect. What will we do then?" One of the monks, who was pale and slender, still had a trace of doubt.
"The various sects are too busy to take care of themselves in the face of the sea beast tide, so how can they have enough energy to pay attention to us? What's more, even if they pursue us, there is still a chance of survival. If our ancestors are angry, we will have no way to survive. The stakes are all at stake.
Have you ever understood?" How can the clan leader be an easy person? He has completely grasped the situation in his hands in just a few words.
"After some monks successfully hunt the sea beast puppets, they will definitely go to Baolai Pavilion to sell them. These monks should be the first batch of targets." The shopkeeper of Baolai Pavilion had a vivid mind.
After all, most monks suffered serious injuries in battles, and even if they barely recovered, they would still have a certain impact on their combat effectiveness.
"This is a good strategy. Fellow Taoists, please remember that it only lasts for one month. If you encounter a strong enemy, my clan leader can also help." After the clan leader said this, a burst of white smoke was produced and then disappeared without a trace.
Not to mention the busy preparations of the blood-training monks, on the other side, Zhao Shoushou, who had just left the battle, was busy choosing a spiritual place to prepare for retreat to recuperate.
Although the ultimate goal of this battle was to hunt down the Jasper Water Fox in a one-on-four battle, the injuries sustained in the face of the crazy attacks from the sea beasts were quite miserable, far beyond what was originally expected.
The most obvious trauma was that the whole person looked in tatters. In the later battles, at least three large and small bones in the left arm were exposed. A large amount of blood was still flowing in during the flight.
Stop, and the dripping drips out.
The other injury was on the left abdomen, where three ribs were almost completely shattered into several pieces, causing it to fly crookedly in the air, making it difficult to accurately control its body shape.
In the sea rat's final blow, a pair of sharp front claws directly pierced its abdomen with a large wound, and the fragments of flesh and blood formed by the exploding tail left more than ten deep wounds with visible bones in different locations.
Any monk who passes by will have a profound understanding of his injuries. If he encounters someone with ulterior motives, he might even take advantage of him.
Compared with the horrific external injuries, the internal injuries that have a greater impact should not be underestimated. The most difficult thing to deal with should be the connection between the two meridians at the heart, which is already shaky and may break at any time.
Once the meridians are broken, it is a real disaster for the monks, which is almost equivalent to cutting off the future path of practice, and the possibility of repair is extremely small.
Zhao Shoushou must choose a relatively stable and spiritual island with abundant spiritual power in the shortest possible time, stabilize it as soon as possible, and reconnect the two meridians.
"I must never go to Baolai Pavilion again in the future. There must be some problems with this store. It is tempting with high prices. I don't know how many monks have been fooled." He obviously did not trust this store.
As for exchanging some elixirs, considering the value of the Jasper Water Fox itself, it is quite popular no matter where it is. At most, the price is slightly lower.
Besides, the reason why he is willing to take the risk to hunt according to Baolai Pavilion's wishes in exchange for some elixirs is only one factor. The most important thing is still its heart essence and blood.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Since he knew there was danger, Zhao Shoushou would definitely not put himself in crisis again just for some magic pill.
In order to prevent the leakage of his whereabouts, he changed directions in countless directions along the way. He mainly chose remote places with poor spiritual power. The strongest monsters he encountered were only second-level low-grade monsters. This kind of tension
The journey lasted for two days in total, and I didn't feel relieved until I was thousands of miles away.
"This is a good choice. Judging from the traces, the monks should have evacuated on their own initiative. After some searching, the sea beasts should not return again in a short period of time. The second-level low-grade spiritual veins are also within the acceptable range."
Half a day later, Zhao Shoushou nodded with satisfaction towards a small spiritual island.
Judging from the nearby situation, this should be the most suitable spiritual island for healing after comprehensive comparison. Another reason is that his injury can no longer be delayed, whether it is external or internal injuries.
This place is remote, with poor spiritual energy, and there are no resources around it that can attract sea beasts. Zhao Shoushou only needs to build a simple underground cave to heal his injuries here.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if a sea beast passes by or is entrenched here, its strength should not exceed the second-level low-grade, and it is not a big threat to him.
About a quarter of an hour later, an extremely simple cave about ten feet above the surface, with a small area and only room for one person to get up and move, became the temporary healing venue for Zhao Shoushou. Perhaps the only advantage here is that it is close to the spiritual veins, so he can enjoy relative healing.
Abundant spiritual power supply.
Zhao Shou Shou's injuries were quite difficult to deal with, and he could not even use magic elixirs to heal them, for fear that the medicine would be too powerful and the injuries that were already at the extreme limit could not be withstood.
At present, the only way is to increase its vitality little by little through the nourishment of mana. Only when it recovers to a certain level can it take some elixirs to provide assistance.
This method will not have any side effects, the only disadvantage is that it takes enough time.