Feng Yue Chan, his spiritual energy surging, ready to take flight into the sky.A crimson blade slashed through the cultivator's spiritual barrier, cleaving a massive wound across his back. The cultiv...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.eld his breath and concentrated, continuing to urge the flow of heaven and earth.The sixth time… Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!The seventh time...After a full nine time...