And these two Blood Turtles, since they belonged to Sisi and due to the relationship with the Unity Gu, naturally felt extremely close to Zhao Changhe. There was no need for additional Magic Skills to cozy up - Zhao Changhe simply walked to the edge of the pool and patted the turtle's head. Surprisingly, the Blood Turtle even showed an expression of comfort.

Guard: "..."

The Saint Envoy really is the Saint Envoy, no Magic Skill needed, and the Holy Beast is so affectionate toward him.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to gently stroke the Blood Turtle's carapace and began using the Spirit Manipulation Technique to analyze it.

The foundation of incorporating Beast Power into one's body was clearly to be able to analyze the composition of various Beast Powers, so that one could receive them. With the help of this technique, the structure of the Blood Turtle's shell appeared as if it were parsed and reduced to its biological components.

Zhao Changhe did not draw its power into his body, but silently followed Lie's plan and drove his Blood Qi in harmony, temporarily transforming the composition of his skin towards that of the turtle's shell. This was also a proof of mastery over one's Blood and Flesh—if you can't change it, how can you control it?

Unnoticed, his skin crackled, and to the guards' eyes, the Saint Envoy's arms were covered in blood with peculiar diamond patterns, as if carved out, already non-human.

Gradually, the sharp angles disappeared, reverting to the normal muscles of a human arm, but the sense of hardness seemed unchanged.

"Chop me with your sword," Zhao Changhe suddenly said to the guard.

The guard stumbled backward in shock.

Zhao Changhe said irritably, "What are you nervous about, can't you see I'm practicing... Just chop."

No one dared to chop.

Zhao Changhe took out the Dragon Sparrow himself and tossed it into the Void, "Little female sparrow, chop me."

"You don't want to live anymore?" Dragon Sparrow sneered, "With your weak body, if I chop you, you'll die instantly!"

Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes, "Can't you go easy?"

"Fine, I'll reluctantly play along, but don't cry, you weakling..."

"Clang!" The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and an injury appeared on his arm, with blood gushing forth.

"Weak..." Dragon Sparrow was dumbstruck mid-sentence, and the girl inside the sword stared in disbelief.

It didn't use much strength, thinking it was just playing with its master, and it didn't even expect that the master would really use his arm as a shield, thinking he would dodge at the last moment. But he didn't dodge... And even if he hadn't dodged, what was with this result?

The guards' eyes widened.

An injury is an injury, but this was inflicted by a precious blade. With an ordinary person, the arm would have been severed long ago, and here there's only a scratch! If it were a normal sword, wouldn't it not even leave a mark?

Zhao Changhe looked down at the wound on his arm, and under the power of strong Recovery Power, the injury rapidly healed, soon leaving no trace at all.

From the Dragon Sparrow to the guards, there was a stunned silence.

He hadn't drawn Beast Power into his body, nor had he plundered the Blood Turtle's strength; he had solely referenced the construction of the Blood Turtle and achieved a body as tough as steel!

Of course, it wasn't because he was a genius; inside the Heavenly Book, on the page of Life, the words of "Life Protection" shone brightly, listing all the details and Magic Skills clearly.

Blood Shura Body Great Success, with no weaknesses left!

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Changhe's Spirit Platform seemed to explode with a barrier as if it were about to burst through.

The door to the Imperial Realm... just half a step away.

The blind man, holding his arms, watched from the side and couldn't help but click his tongue. This was actually no longer just the Shura Body; it should be Zhao Changhe's own unique Magic Skill. It wasn't just about imitating the Blood Turtle and making himself similar to Guigui; with this Magic Skill, he could mimic any special Life form he encountered in the future and incorporate its characteristics for his own use.

The most crucial part is, with such a strong understanding of Life, when facing Jiuyou, he at least wouldn't be defeated in a second...

...

Dali.

Compared to the quiet within the Spirit Clan, the Miao Region was now in complete chaos.

The Miao Region had a great number of tribes, and since the Black Miao King's death, no one had managed to unify them; Lei Zhentang and Dao Qingfeng had both tried and met their demise one after the other.

And now the Spirit Clan was attempting this feat.

Having always defended Taoyuan Town with an attitude of self-preservation, the combined Spirit Clan and human Alliance Army suddenly burst forth, sweeping across Cang Mountain and Erhai Lake, embarking on a conquest.

Dali, originally occupied by Dao Qingfeng's White Miao, had been thrown into disarray with the sudden death of Dao Qingfeng. The White Miao, lacking leadership, became chaotic, and the same night, the Spirit Clan's army marched in. The White Miao surrendered, and Dali changed hands.

Taoyuan Town was just a place nestled among mountains; it couldn't serve as a capital, but Dali could.

With the Spirit-Human Alliance Army seizing Dali, the countdown to the unification of Miao Region began. But the multi-ethnic and chaotic Miao Region was obviously not as easy to settle as the Spirit Clan's interior. After stabilizing the internal affairs, Sisi immediately presided over Dali and convened a multi-ethnic conference.

Holding a conference had its traditions; the tribes had always operated on a "joint seat system," but now, with several tribes in decline, the only one left with a voice was Pan Wan of the Miao Clan... The so-called conference, for Pan Wan, was as good as a trap. If Sisi wanted to kill her and eradicate the Yao Clan, it seemed not impossible.

But she couldn't just not show up; if she truly didn't, then it might just happen...

The meeting was held in the Dali Palace, the former palace of the Black Miao King, later renovated by Lei Zhentang, and further refurbished after Dao Qingfeng's occupancy, now put to use. Holding the meeting here carried an overt meaning.

"Do you want to be the King of Dali?" Pan Wan asked straightforwardly, "Lei Zhentang wanted to be king, Dao Qingfeng wanted to be king, and now you, Xiang Simeng, also want to be king. Is power so attractive that you must turn the beautiful Cang Mountain and Erhai Lake into a battlefield?"

Sisi replied, "Sister, have you ever thought that it's precisely because there is no king that it's a battlefield everywhere?"

Pan Wan scoffed, "With a king, it wasn't necessarily any better. When the Black Miao King ruled, all our families were slaves."

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