Liu Zhong gave a dry laugh and said, "That's an exaggeration, an exaggeration, at most it's just a large cup."

"The cups in your house are really big!"

Chen Nan's expression was somewhat strange. The size Liu Zhong indicated did sound a bit exaggerated as a basin, but calling it a large rice bowl wasn't far-fetched at all.

"Don't worry, with your current physical body cultivation, losing this bit of blood won't kill you."

Liu Zhong said with a smile, but in Chen Nan's eyes, it looked exactly like the sly smirk of a cunning old fox whose plot had succeeded.

Chen Nan really wanted to curse him thoroughly, thinking, "A big bowl of blood, why don't you try it?"

"Then let's not delay, let's go now."

Chen Nan was already impatient, eager to take the spring water back.

"Don't rush, you should meet Tiantian first. I'll go discuss with the elders in the clan, and in the afternoon, we'll revive the ancestor's body," Liu Zhong said, turning and walking out of the pavilion.

...

Around two in the afternoon, under the guidance of Liu Ziyuan, Chen Nan arrived at the Liu family's council hall.

At this moment, besides Liu Zhong, there were three other elders in the hall.

These three were the highest-ranking elders in the Liu family, and one of them was the white-haired old man Chen Nan encountered last night. They had a fierce battle over a chessboard, and he lost to the old man.

After Liu Zhong's introductions, Chen Nan learned the names of these three great elders.

The white-haired old man from last night was named Liu Long. The other two elders were named Liu Xuan and Liu Qingtian.

These three exuded a sense of Daoist charm, standing there like banished immortals from the Nine Heavens, radiating an aura of otherworldliness.

This kind of immortal charm can only be achieved through years of cultivation, not something that can be faked.

Although Chen Nan couldn't see through the cultivation realms of these three, one thing was certain: their strength was much greater than that of Family Head Liu Zhong. Their power was probably not much different from when he, Zhao Han, and Hua Xian'er combined forces to summon the Dragon Emperor Battle Soul.

He couldn't guess how many years these three had cultivated, but they were definitely ancient relics of living fossil levels!

Chen Nan was a bit shocked, thinking that if these three great elders' cultivation was so terrifying, then the other elders probably weren't much weaker. Although the Liu family was low-key and rarely ventured into the outside world, their strength might surpass that of a major sect like the Taixuan Taoist School.

After some discussion in the council hall, Chen Nan, along with Liu Zhong and the three great elders, headed to the depths of the Illusion Realm.

Soon, they reached the forest he had visited last night. Chen Nan asked with confusion, "Seniors, is the remains of the elder here?"

Liu Zhong nodded and continued walking ahead.

A few minutes later, they completely entered the forbidden place and arrived at the ancient well Chen Nan had seen the previous night.

"The ancestor's remains are inside this ancient well."

As Liu Zhong spoke, he was the first to jump down, followed closely by the three elders and Chen Nan.

The ancient well was several tens of meters deep and pitch-black inside.

Rather than an ancient well, it seemed more like an underground cave mansion. Except for the well mouth resembling a well, the spaciousness inside had nothing to do with the word "well." After everyone walked a distance at the bottom of the well, colorful lights appeared ahead, and a divine light emerged.

Approaching closer, they saw the brilliance swirling around, coming from the Everlasting Lamps arranged on both sides of the cave path, very peculiar.

Seeing Chen Nan full of curiosity, the white-haired old man Liu Long said, "This cave mansion was originally the retreat place of the ancestor, and these Everlasting Lamps were all placed by him back then with his spells."

After walking a few more minutes, a stone gate appeared ahead.

Liu Zhong and the three elders jointly cast a total of eighty-one unique Dharma Seals, after which the stone gate slowly opened, emitting a white glow, revealing their destination.

Chen Nan followed the four inside the stone gate.

Inside was a stone bed as black as ink, filled with spiritual medicine radiating glory.

In the center of these spiritual medicines lay a shriveled corpse. The spiritual energy emanating from the medicine was being absorbed by the dry corpse.

However, what surprised Chen Nan was that, unlike typical dry corpses that had dark, ashen colors akin to charcoal, this one, beyond being shriveled with no moisture, had a skin color surprisingly similar to a living person.

"This is the remains of my ancestor."

Liu Zhong and the three elders stepped forward and kneeled before the dry corpse.

Chen Nan also stepped forward and bowed to show respect, waiting for the four to rise before asking, "Can we start now?"

Liu Zhong nodded, "Please."

Chen Nan extended his left hand above the dry corpse, taking out a knife to cut his wrist, causing blood to immediately flow, trickling into the mouth of the dry corpse.

As soon as the blood touched the dry lips, a red halo emerged, and the mouth of the dry corpse opened, emitting a strange suction that drew Chen Nan's blood into its mouth.

Chen Nan was startled, realizing that he was not feeding it blood; the dry corpse was actively sucking blood!

At this moment, Chen Nan found he had no control over his blood; it gushed out as if it cost nothing, continuously pouring into the dry corpse's mouth. The previously shriveled body began to swell, regaining its normal appearance of a corpse.

This guy won't straight up suck all my blood dry, will he?

Chen Nan thought, becoming a bit worried and trying to control the speed of his blood loss, but he couldn't manage it. The bright red blood was being constantly drawn from his body into the dry corpse's mouth.

In no time, Chen Nan had lost at least a third of all his blood.

Chen Nan's face turned pale, his body barely able to stand, while the wound on his wrist kept bleeding profusely, unable to be covered.

"How much more is needed?"

Chen Nan struggled to speak, looking towards Liu Zhong for an answer.

Liu Zhong frowned; the amount of blood Chen Nan had lost was already far beyond that large cup he had mentioned.

A normal person losing this much blood would be dead by now. Although cultivators have abundant essence blood, losing so much at once was becoming challenging for someone like Chen Nan to bear.

"This... this should be enough soon."

Hearing Liu Zhong's uncertain tone, Chen Nan couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn," realizing that Liu Zhong didn't actually know how much was needed, and the earlier statement about a large cup was merely a guess.

Chen Nan's face was as white as a sheet, his body about to collapse.

If he weren't a cultivator but an ordinary human, he would likely have fallen by now.

At this time, the corpse on the stone bed had mostly regained its normal appearance. The shriveled flesh was swelling up, and when Chen Nan had lost nearly half of his blood, the dry corpse closed its mouth, stopping the blood absorption.

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