Chapter 343: The Birth of a Freak

The True Blood of the Witch God and the True Blood of the Demon God refused to yield to each other, triggering a strong rejection reaction within Su Che’s body. Though both were merely drops of true blood without thoughts or intelligence, the true bloods of ancient powers each possessed their own instincts. The inheritance power of the Sky-Devouring Rat sensed some force attempting to transform its inheritor into a member of the Witch Clan, and it certainly could not allow this. Out of instinct, both true bloods sought to expel the other, but since the inheritance blood of the Sky-Devouring Rat had already transformed Su Che three times before, his body remained, for now, its domain, giving it a slight advantage.

Su Che was not unconscious; instead, he shut out his external senses and devoted himself entirely to mental introspection. In this state, it was easier for him to control every part and tissue of his body.

“How can I control this rejection and conflict?” Enduring the intense internal pain, Su Che racked his brain for a solution. If he couldn’t find a way quickly, not only would his body fail to strengthen, but it would eventually be destroyed by the conflict between the two true bloods, turning into mere rotting flesh.

Fortunately, Lao He continuously infused him with life force, repairing his internal injuries and allowing him to hold on for a while.

“Master, if all else fails, draw all your vital energy into the Immortal Prison and completely give up on the Witch God’s True Blood strengthening you,” Lao He suggested. “After all, your Sumi Divine Seal still holds plenty of vital energy—it’s like undergoing a major blood replacement.”

What Lao He meant was to draw out all the blood mixed with the two true bloods into the Immortal Prison, letting them fight it out there. The vital energy stored in the Sumi Divine Seal would retain its original properties from the Sky-Devouring Rat’s Demon God inheritance, causing no changes.

“That might work,” Su Che thought. “But I’m worried that the Witch God’s True Blood might have some kind of connection with that Witch God, potentially revealing the secret of the Immortal Prison. This is also Witch Clan territory—unless it’s absolutely necessary, I can’t bring the Witch God’s True Blood into the Immortal Prison.”

“Then hold on a little longer. If nothing else works, saving your life is the top priority—the secret of the Immortal Prison can wait,” Lao He replied.

Just as they were talking, the blood in his body split into two distinctly different colors: one was a dark red filled with the primal power of the Witch Clan, while the other was a bright red containing the power of the Sky-Devouring Rat’s inheritance. In any case, both colors appeared extremely strange and abnormal, clearly different from normal human blood.

With them separated, the chaotic state within Su Che diminished significantly. The two streams of blood twisted together like spirals, and such a struggle reduced the damage to Su Che’s bodily functions greatly.
“Perhaps they also understand that if they really drive me to death, everyone will scatter and perish…” Su Che thought to himself. “By separating like this, it’s even more convenient for them. If they can’t achieve harmonious coexistence, they just need to draw in the True Blood of the Heaven-Devouring Rat Demon God and pour it into the Immortal Prison.”
Thinking of this, Su Che said to Lao He, “Besides life energy, we might also try using Black Stone Clear Flow. That black stone has a subtle connection to the Mi Xian Ling Banner; it should be a sacred artifact of the Witch Clan as well, and perhaps it can play some role.”
Black Stone Clear Flow was extremely mysterious, seemingly possessing the power to create and transform. It could not only assist Su Che in his daily cultivation but also elevate the bloodline rank of the demon race. Su Che and Lao He had already tried various methods in these areas many times.
“That’s right!” Lao He slapped his forehead. “I forgot about it.”
So, Black Stone Clear Flow was infused into Su Che’s body along with life energy. As soon as the dark red True Blood of the Witch God came into contact with Black Stone Clear Flow, a strange phenomenon occurred.
The stream of blood mixed with the True Blood of the Witch God rushed at Black Stone Clear Flow like an enraged beast, no longer caring about entangling with the True Blood of the Heaven-Devouring Rat Demon God.
The dark red blood merged with Black Stone Clear Flow and suddenly turned into a strange black liquid—neither blood nor true energy, but a type of energy Su Che had never seen before.
“What is this?” Lao He was also full of confusion and immediately asked, “Master, should we pause Black Stone Clear Flow and take a look first?”
“It’s fine, keep going!” Su Che seemed to have figured something out.
Huhuhu…
As Black Stone Clear Flow continued to flow into his body, more and more of that pure black strange energy accumulated. His blood vessels surely couldn’t hold such a substance. So, Su Che mustered the courage to guide it into his dantian.
A cultivator’s dantian, also known as the sea of qi, is a special space used to store various types of energy—ranging from the most basic internal energy, then true qi and true essence, all the way to the immortal essence after attaining immortality…
Theoretically, it’s like the mind, capable of being infinitely large, with seemingly unlimited storage capacity—depending on whether the cultivator can fully unlock its potential.
Since it was energy, it should be stored in the dantian, that’s what Su Che thought. Though it might not be correct, it was far better than having it wreak havoc in his blood vessels.

Inside his dantian, there was already a golden pill. Su Che sent his thoughts, instructing the massive energy to exert just the right level of defense to protect his golden pill from being damaged by this strange energy. To his surprise, things turned out even better than expected. Once the black energy entered the dantian, it immediately became very docile and stable, failing to disturb the golden pill inside.

Huhuuh… More and more black energy flowed into the dantian, while the dark red blood in his veins gradually diminished.

“What will it turn into?” Su Che thought with anticipation. He had a vague sense of realization—that this transformation might be far better than the Witch God’s True Blood altering his body. After all, he didn’t want to become one of those towering Witch Clan giants; he preferred to continue on his original path of cultivation, mastering more profound techniques. Although the Witch Clan had many innate advantages, even if they stole the essence of cultivators to ascend to the immortal realm, they still couldn’t align with the laws of heaven and master those extraordinary immortal arts.

The Witch God’s True Blood shifted its focus, giving up on transforming Su Che’s body. The bright red Blood of the Demon God was even pleased by this decision and stopped interfering. With a whooshing sound, the inheritance power of the Sky-Devouring Rat accelerated the flow of the red blood, as if proudly declaring, “I’ve defeated my opponent! I am invincible!”

After about fifteen minutes, all the dark red blood had transformed into black energy and entered the dantian. His internal state finally stabilized, meaning Su Che had escaped the perilous situation caused by the blood’s rebellion.

Inside his dantian, a large mass of black energy floated quietly, not far from Su Che’s golden pill. Yet the two coexisted peacefully, without any hostility between them.

This meant…

“This means this energy now belongs to me,” Su Che thought with secret joy. “It’s quite obedient!”

So, Su Che had an idea—he tried to control that mass of black energy, using the principles of cultivation to compress it to its extreme, transforming it into another golden pill—or rather, a black pill would be more appropriate.

“Doesn’t work?”

After trying for a while, he realized his idea was naive. The energy couldn’t be condensed into a pill. Something seemed off, not quite right.

“Master, this kind of energy is formed by the fusion and transformation of the Witch God’s true blood and the Black Stone Clear Flow—it’s definitely far more advanced than the true essence of Golden Core cultivators.” Old Black seemed to have an epiphany and immediately warned, “If we don’t force it to form into a pill shape, won’t that be unfair to it?”
“That’s true.”
Su Che nodded inwardly, instantly understanding Old Black’s meaning. He then controlled these energies to transform them into another, more advanced form of existence.
Forming an infant?
According to the rules, for cultivators to form an infant, their Golden Core must reach its ultimate state of perfection, after which various methods are used to generate a higher-level energy within the Golden Core, leading to its rupture and the birth of an infant…
But now, Su Che’s approach was extremely unconventional—defying all logic and ignoring the proper procedures for forming an infant. His thought was simply straightforward: “If you don’t want to form a pill, then just become a little being, like a Yuan Ying—wouldn’t that be fine?”
It was an extremely simple and naive idea. If those Yuan Ying cultivators in the cultivation world heard such a suggestion, they would surely look down on it, lacking even the interest to comment, at most uttering four words: “Ignorant child!”
Yet today, Su Che truly created a miracle through his ignorance and naivety.
Under his mental control, the mass of black energy obediently transformed into a human shape. But at this moment, it was still too large, lacking spirituality—it wasn’t like a Yuan Ying but merely a puppet formed from black liquid.
“Something’s still missing…”
Su Che grew bolder and said to Old Black, “Come on, get some of your energy too.”
“Huh?”
Old Black was stunned and cautiously warned, “Messing around like this could easily cause an explosion, Master.”
“It’s fine!” Somehow confident, Su Che said firmly, “One must have the courage to try to create miracles, right?”
Facing his master’s command, Old Black could only offer suggestions but not refuse. So, he extracted his dark gray energy and transferred it into Su Che’s meridians through the Immortal Prison.
Su Che didn’t act recklessly either. At first, he carefully injected a small amount of dark gray energy into his dantian, where it came into contact with the black energy…
“Not bad!”
Su Che was pleased. The two types of energy could definitely be fused, with no explosive reaction as Old Black had feared.
“Old Black, it’s possible that your energy is even more advanced than this!”

With this, Su Che grew even bolder and poured more of that dark gray energy from Lao He into his dantian. As the two types of energy merged more and more, the size of the black puppet shrunk gradually, contracting inward—exactly the energy compression Su Che had hoped for. In the end, it turned into a tiny figure about three inches tall, floating quietly in his dantian. Its proportions, facial features, and everything else were identical to Su Che’s. But it had changed from pure black to gray-black. That gray-black tiny figure was what Su Che had created—the so-called “strange infant.” So, was it really a Yuan Ying? Without anyone telling him, Su Che already knew the answer: definitely not! It was by no means a Yuan Ying; it was just some bizarre creature no one knew anything about. It was possible that not another such thing had existed in the trillions of years since the creation of the world.