Chapter 890: Dragon-Tiger Yin-Yang Pill

Inside the jade cup, hidden dark red blood was concealed. Many thought it was a stubborn stain, but it turned out to be blood.

Shi Ziqing was skeptical. If it were really blood, how could it not be wiped away and still remain?

"The old Daoist once heard from his master that the blood of ancient experts was so terrifying that even time could not erase it. Could it be true?" The old Daoist was also shocked.

"Indeed." Yang Tian glanced at it a few times, then flicked his finger, causing the jade cup to hum and vibrate.

With a buzz, the jade cup glowed, and a terrifying aura flashed briefly. At the rim of the cup, a fearsome scene seemed to form, as if it would devour everything.

This terrifying aura startled the old Daoist so much he nearly died of fright, his face blank with shock. Just how strong was this man?

Yang Tian flicked his finger, directly suppressing this realm. He looked at the jade cup and murmured, "I underestimated you."

The cup's rim was like the sky, swirling with a vortex that seemed to churn heaven and earth, extremely fearsome and demonic.

"Damn, what is this thing? So terrifying." Shi Ziqing was drenched in sweat, feeling as if the jade cup could devour his mind.

"Hmph, now you know fear, don't you?" Qing Xiaoyue glanced at him sideways, snorting with pride.

Yang Tian extended his hand, golden and radiant, shooting out dazzling divine rays as if forged from gold, striking toward the jade cup.

Buzz!

The jade cup seemed to awaken like a demonic artifact. Its rim, like the sky, erupted with waves of terrifying wind, as if about to shatter heaven and earth.

From the cup's rim fell dreadful beams of light, tearing the void, with unmatched storms—a scene that made one tremble.

"This is a fearsome artifact." The old Daoist recognized something, dumbfounded. He could sense that the young man's aura was too terrifying; he couldn't be just a martial artist.

Yang Tian's large hand reached out, calming this realm. Silver-white patterns spread as he mobilized the rules of time to suppress the jade cup.

However, the jade cup was more terrifying than he imagined. The sealed realm shook continuously, like hammering iron.

"Break!" Yang Tian roared low, swinging his fist. Terrifying golden blood energy erupted, like a divine demon emerging, about to pierce the earth, striking repeatedly.

Boom, boom, boom!

The entire realm was filled with terrifying fist force. Each punch pierced the void, continuously striking the cup's rim, trying to break through.

The jade cup floated in the air, radiating a terrifying aura. Its rim seemed like the mouth of a demon, constantly shredding the fist forces.

At that moment, an ancient mirror appeared in Yang Tian's hand. He directly awakened this heavy artifact. In the mirror's surface, a terrifying shadow appeared, interweaving with the rules' divine power, striking together with his fist.

The old Daoist's jaw nearly dropped, beyond words. This man felt too terrifying, like a vast divine ocean manifesting, capable of flooding heaven and earth.

The Red-Robed Archbishop was full of piety, claiming that the god was unleashing his might, about to suppress heaven and earth and shatter this demonic artifact.

"Damn, Master is truly a god." Shi Ziqing was horrified and couldn't help speaking.

"How would I know?" The old Daoist shook his head, puzzled. How could such a great figure be born in this world? Too terrifying.

Shi Ziqing was somewhat regretful. How could he have been so reckless to offend such a figure? This guy was immeasurably stronger than the old Daoist, truly unbelievable.

Although the jade cup was strong, it couldn't withstand Yang Tian's assault. He broke through it, and the spreading patterns were nearly erased.

Cough, cough!

He was regretting it. His face was pale. This time, using his power caused a backlash. If not for the faith power flowing within him, he would have been severely injured.

"Brother Yang Tian, you're spitting blood again. Didn't you say your injury was almost healed?" Xiaoyue ran over, worried.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury." Yang Tian shook his head slightly, took the jade cup in his hand, and after a few glances, he could sense a terrifying blood energy from the dark red blood—it was no ordinary blood.

"Ziqing, come here and kneel." The old Daoist stood up abruptly and scolded Shi Ziqing.

Shi Ziqing knelt without a word, not daring to defy his master's order.

"Old Daoist, what are you doing?" Yang Tian frowned, displeased, and with a wave of his hand, lifted Shi Ziqing up.

"Senior, just now Ziqing inadvertently offended you. I'm having this wretched disciple apologize." The old Daoist said.

"It was unintentional, no harm done." Yang Tian shook his head and smiled.

"Senior is truly magnanimous." The old Daoist sighed in relief, then spoke with difficulty: "I wonder if Senior would be willing to take Ziqing as a disciple."

"What?" Yang Tian was stunned. This guy was too much, pushing his disciple onto him.

"Master, this..." Shi Ziqing was also stunned. The old Daoist had gone to great lengths to take him as a disciple, and now he was giving him away.

"Senior, your cultivation is so profound. Please let Ziqing follow you. I can't bear to see a good seedling wasted in my hands." The old Daoist looked pitiful.

"No, I don't take disciples." Yang Tian shook his head lightly, speaking indifferently.

"Master, I won't betray my teacher. Besides, Senior doesn't take disciples." Shi Ziqing was stubborn, though he wanted to become a disciple more than anyone, he couldn't bear to abandon the old Daoist.

"Senior, my disciple has a special constitution, different from others. He is truly gifted." The old Daoist refused to give up.

Hearing this, Yang Tian glanced at him. His eyes instantly filled with spiritual energy, shooting out golden beams as if opening divine eyes, looking over.

Shi Ziqing's origin was very strong, with a kingly aura. He was naturally a kingly battle body, radiating a killing aura.

"Hmm, it should be a king body." Yang Tian nodded slightly. This was a battle body, relatively rare.

"Yes, Senior. Please take him in. Ziqing will find it hard to achieve great things with me." The old Daoist looked pitiful, as if he would rather die than have his request refused.

"What is a king body?" Shi Ziqing was puzzled.

"It's a naturally kingly physique. If awakened in the future, one's achievements will not be weak." Yang Tian said indifferently.

"Can I become as strong as you?" Shi Ziqing asked expectantly.

Hearing this, Yang Tian said flatly, "You can. My strength is not very great, but it depends on your effort."

"Senior, have you agreed?" The old Daoist looked hopeful.

"I said I don't take disciples. Besides, I am severely injured now." Yang Tian shook his head helplessly.

"Even injured, you're that powerful." Shi Ziqing was astonished.

"Senior, our Dragon-Tiger Mountain has a sacred healing pill, left by our ancestors, which has never disappeared. If Senior agrees, I am willing to offer it." The old Daoist said, afraid he would refuse, adding: "This pill contains yin and yang, the Dragon-Tiger Yin-Yang Pill. It has existed for countless ages and has never vanished."