Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 290 The Grand Blood Refiner's Story

"It's you,” Tom said in a low voice that was almost a whisper as he saw the face of the man emergingout from the woods.

The man was Robb.

"There is something wrong with his aura,” Darren said, glaring at Robb's approaching figure. Darrenactivated his spiritual sense and immediately noticed the intense aura of bloodiness exuding fromRobb's body.

"You're the evil cultivator!" Tom took a few hasty steps backwards and stood beside Darren. "Whatare you going to do? Kill us?"

Darren shook his head, not giving Robb a chance to respond. "If he wanted to kill us, he would havealready silently done it." He glared at Robb and asked, "Tell us why are you lurking here?"

Robb gave out a deep chuckle. "You have some insights, don't you?" His voice was different—it wasvery hoarse and dry. The next moment his appearance also suddenly changed, half of his face wasan exposed skull and the other half was rotten flesh.

"Who the hell are you!” Tom's eyes widened in shock.

"Who am 1? Well, you can call me the Grand Blood Refiner if you like.” At that moment, the GrandBlood Refiner had completely revealed his true body. The powerful aura that was emitting from itwas more horrible than his disgusting face.

The wind rustled.

Rivulets of blood floated in the air around Darren and Tom. They were suddenly enveloped in ascarlet red world.

"Run, Darren!" Tom took Darren by the arm and prepared to escape.

"It's no use, Tom. We can't escape from his domain now." Darren calmly stood on the ground.

Tom took a tumble and froze. The self-assumed Grand Blood Refiner could only be a strongcultivator in the Grand Realm to have created such an expansive domain.

"Do you want us to replace the Primitive Stones for you?" Darren asked, unintimidated.

"Clever lad. You're Darren, aren't you? You must have excelled beyond the common warriors sinceyou were able to enter the twelfth space in the Ancient Void Battlefield. You really are a breed apart!I will not beat around the bush. I need you to help me replace a kind of Primitive Stone containing theLife Rule," the Grand Blood Refiner stated.

"Sir, you have already sneaked into the Raksa Sea, why do you still need us? Couple that with yourclearly much more superior strength, wouldn't it be more convenient for you to look for it yourself?"Darren expressed his doubts.

The Grand Blood Refiner raised his brows in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "You called mesir? It seems you have no knowledge about me, lad. I am a demon," he said in response to Darren'squestion.

"It's a world where a warrior could earn honor with his strength, so what you did in the past hasnothing to do with my calling you 'sir'," Darren replied dryly.

The Grand Blood Refiner's eyes flashed and smirked. "Well, I like you. Does this mean you are willingto replace the Primitive Stones for me?"

"Not really. You haven't answered my question yet." Darren's voice was flat.

The Grand Blood Refiner gave out a light snort. "Let's sit down and have a talk if you like." He didnot get angry. Quite the contrary, he appreciated the young man's guts even more. With a wave ofhis rotten palm, a stone table appeared in front of them.

"Simply speaking, I need Primitive Stones to heal my wounds that are almost incurable. I will treatyou well as long as you help me. I promise.” The Grand Blood Refiner sat down and gestured atDarren to do the same. "My strength is subject to a lot of restrictions here and it won't be as goodas yours. This is why I need your help. You'll see what I mean soon enough,” he continued.

The Grand Blood Refiner might have not been direct about it, but what he really wanted wasDarren's help specifically.

Darren made no immediate reply.

"Are you hesitating? Are you afraid that I will harm you or the other warriors once I recover from mywounds?" Grand Blood Refiner gave a wry smile, raising one eyebrow.

Truth be told, Darren indeed had some doubts. What if the Grand Blood Refiner double-crossedthem and killed them once he got the Primitive Stones? Moreover, he must have already killedcountless men, judging from his dense bloody aura. It was apparent that he had been conducting avery bloody cultivation method.

Darren would be the one to blame if the Grand Blood Refiner started slaughtering warriors in theoutside world when his wounds healed.

"Yeah, that's exactly my concern,” Darren answered frankly.

The Grand Blood Refiner laughed coldly. "I will kill warriors once I get cured. Not the ordinarywarriors, but the grand warriors. However, please listen to my story before you make any judgmentsabout me."

"Go ahead, sir." It won't make any difference whether Darren wanted to listen to his story or not.They couldn't escape from the Grand Blood Refiner's domain anyway. He didn't really have muchchoice in the matter.

Grand Blood Refiner began to tell Darren and Tom the story of the first half of his life.

"The world regards me as a demon that has committed all manners of crimes. But is this the truth? Iwas only forced to do what I had to do because I was persecuted by self-righteous hypocrites.”Regardless of the authenticity of his words, Darren got interested in his story.

"Seven hundred years ago, I was an exceptional talent. I reached the Grand Realm at the age oftwenty eight. My blood refining martial arts skill had achieved an unprecedented level, no one in theyounger generation were able to beat me.

You must be assuming that my blood refining martial arts skill required ruthless slaughter beforeachieving great progress in strength. But the fact was, I didn't kill anyone before I reached the GrandRealm. I only killed powerful creatures like demonic monsters and mutants.

So why did I become a demon that everyone in the world loathed? It was because of a man, a scumthat I dream of killing. He was extremely jealous of my strength and envied all of my achievements.Dozens of years after I became a grand warrior, he sent a dozen of grand warriors to kill me in thehope of capturing my Natal Blood Bead. However, I was able to kill all of those grand warriors onmy own. The result of that battle shocked the whole world.

I had escaped when the fucking scum came for me. Filled with indignation, he spread rumors withhis prestige that I was a demon who killed those grand warriors for the cultivation of my evil martialarts skill. From then on, I lived everyday restlessly, being chased by strong cultivators all the time.”A strong sense of resentment filled the Grand Blood Refiner's heart as he paused.

"In the endless chase, I didn't wait for my doom with tied hands. My strength gradually reached anew high after having killed hundreds of pursing forces of grand warriors. In other words, I hadbecome a three-star grand warrior, which was the peak of strong cultivators in the whole landincluding the east, west, north and south regions!"

"I heard three-star grand warrior is not the strongest within the four regions. There are many four-star, five-star, even seven-star grand warriors, as far as I know," Darren interrupted, squinting incuriosity.

The Grand Blood Refiner hummed. "You know a lot, yet you know a little. In this Bottom SpiritualWorld we live in, a three-star grand warrior is already the most powerful. No grand warrior abovethree-star is able to live in the Bottom Spiritual World. But this is beyond my range of knowledge.More about that later. Listen to my story first."

Darren nodded. "Please continue, sir."

"As I became a three-star grand warrior after I killed hundreds of grand warriors, there was no needto continue being on the run because my strength had become enough to defeat that scum. Withmy slaughter blade, I started seeking him.

Before long, our battle broke out. It was such an appalling battle that even the world was plungedinto complete chaos—numerous mountains and rivers were disintegrated. It almost brought aboutthe suppression of the heaven and earth. And the result was..." The Grand Blood Refiner gave adispleased sigh, apparently not resigned to the result of the battle.

"You must have lost the battle, then? Or else you wouldn't be reduced to what you are now," Darrensaid.

The Grand Blood refiner shook his head once. "No, I won the battle. We were both three-star grandwarriors, but my Bloodshed Domain was more powerful than his. He lost the battle after threemonths of tough battle. Just when I was about to bring him to justice and make it clear to the worldthat I was innocent, another man appeared—a shameless rule cultivator that I now want to kill morethan the scum!"

Hearing this, Darren changed his initial unsympathetic countenance. 'It turned out that a rulecultivator was also involved in the battle. That rule cultivator clearly had something to do with theGrand Blood Refiner's current predicament. But how could a rule cultivator defeat a three-star grandwarrior?’ Darren was left completely puzzled.