Chapter 1765: The Four Realms of Ancient Saints

"The specific ranks were never fixed; later generations merely gave them temporary names based on differences in strength and characteristics. These are only for reference!"

Zhang Hongtian said slowly: "Once you break through to become an Ancient Saint, your bloodline can be passed down, just like our Zhang family! The reason our bloodline power remains within the clan is precisely because we had an ancestor who reached this realm. Therefore, this realm is also called Bloodline Continuation, the mark of advancing to Ancient Saint!"

"Bloodline Continuation?"

Zhang Xuan nodded.

Reaching this realm meant the bloodline could be inherited.

Now it seemed that Yuan Tao, the Demonic Saber, and the Ruthless One were all roughly at this level, as was the Ancient Saint of the Otherworldly Tribe who was killed with a single book back then.

They belonged to the weakest group among Ancient Saints.

"The second realm was reached by sixty-two of Confucius's disciples, the Seventy-Two Sages, aside from the Ten Virtuous Ones. Hence, later generations called it the Hundred Schools of Thought." Zhang Hongtian continued.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought? That's a realm?" Zhang Xuan was startled.

"It's just a name representing the realm; what it's called doesn't matter." Zhang Hongtian went on: "The third realm is called Drip Blood Rebirth. That is, once you reach this realm, as long as your lifespan hasn't ended, even if your head is cut off, you can be reborn! I am at this realm, which is why my blood is far more powerful than that of ordinary Ancient Saints."

Zhang Xuan was shaken.

He had thought that reaching Ancient Saint would allow Drip Blood Rebirth, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

Those who could achieve this were likely at the pinnacle even among Ancient Saints.

"What about the last realm?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The last realm—whether on the Master Teacher Continent or among the Hundred Schools of Thought—almost no one except Confucius has reached it. It is said that at this realm, one can shatter the void and rival the Immortal Envoys! Hence, it is also called Shattering the Void, or the Immortal Envoy Realm! Of course, I am still far from this realm, so I don't know the specifics."

Zhang Hongtian said.

"The Immortal Envoy Realm?" Waves surged in Zhang Xuan's heart.

He had heard of it!

When he first encountered the Ruthless One in the underground cavern, that fellow had claimed to be a strong practitioner of the Immortal Envoy Realm. At the time, not understanding the realms, Zhang Xuan hadn't paid much attention. He never dreamed it was the pinnacle of Ancient Saints!

That meant the Ruthless One, though he seemed unremarkable now, was in life indeed the most supreme and extraordinary figure on the continent.

No wonder even Confucius was trapped and unable to escape.

"Then... what strength is this Yan Qing Ancient Saint?"

He continued asking.

Yan Qing Ancient Saint should be the highest cultivator among this group of Ancient Saints. What realm had he reached?

"He is also at Drip Blood Rebirth, just one minor realm higher than me!" Zhang Hongtian said. "However, he still hasn't reached the pinnacle of Drip Blood Rebirth! Without sufficient Ancient Saint power to sustain it, it's already very difficult to advance further in this realm."

Zhang Xuan understood, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "So, should I ask for more Ancient Saint blood at the Drip Blood Rebirth level?"

"Indeed. Ancient Saint blood of that level has the greatest power and the greatest effect!" Zhang Hongtian nodded.

"Good!" Zhang Xuan realized.

Their conversation was all through telepathy, extremely fast, taking no more than ten breaths. Just as they finished, they heard White Venerable's voice: "Fifty drops of Ancient Saint blood, fine! My Sacred Beast Clan will buy!"

His voice was rough, carrying an air of dominance over the world.

"White Venerable, don't be hasty. The fifty drops of Ancient Saint blood I mentioned are of the Drip Blood Rebirth level, not ordinary blood!" Zhang Xuan said with a light smile.

"Drip Blood Rebirth level? Why don't you just rob us..."

His beard bristling, White Venerable nearly exploded.

The surroundings also erupted in clamor, everyone falling silent.

Fifty drops of ordinary Ancient Saint blood was already an astronomical price. This fellow actually wanted fifty drops at the Drip Blood Rebirth level...

"This is outright robbery!"

"The price is too high; no one should pay it!"

"Spending so much for one slot isn't worth it..."

...

The Ancient Saints' lowered voices sounded.

One slot, though it could increase a faction's chances in the Spring and Autumn Ceremony, was only an increase in opportunity. Spending so much for a chance, strictly speaking, was indeed not worth it.

"Worth it or not, you decide for yourselves. The Spring and Autumn Ceremony is Confucius's strongest treasure. Once obtained, are you afraid you can't create Drip Blood Rebirth level experts?"

Seeming to read their hesitation, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly: "But if you miss this chance, you will be completely cut off from this opportunity... How you choose is up to you. You don't have to buy; I can just arrange for more of my people, and our chances will increase considerably!"

At an auction, once the price is set, even if it fails to sell, it cannot be lowered, or it loses its meaning.

"This..."

The crowd fell silent.

One slot represented one more opportunity. How to choose was up to them.

"This slot, my Hundred Schools of Thought will buy it!"

Just as the silence lingered, Yan Qing Ancient Saint's voice rang out.

"Buy it?"

Everyone looked over in unison, their faces full of shock.

Without further ado, Yan Qing Ancient Saint flicked his finger, and a jade bottle flew toward Zhang Xuan.

Taking it casually, Zhang Xuan pulled out the stopper and glanced inside. The blood aura was rich, exactly fifty drops.

He discreetly glanced at Zhang Hongtian, who nodded slightly, confirming these were all at the Drip Blood Rebirth level. Delighted, Zhang Xuan put the bottle into his ring: "Good, the first slot goes to the Hundred Schools of Thought!"

"Now for the second slot. This one costs sixty drops of Drip Blood Rebirth level Ancient Saint blood!" Raising his eyelids, Zhang Xuan said.

"Why sixty drops?"

"Wasn't it fifty just now?"

"It's the same slot; why the price increase?"

The surroundings nearly erupted.

They had thought the second slot would be the same price, but this fellow had raised it by twenty percent!

"You can choose not to buy. But now, on my Master Teacher Continent, there are seven slots: three for the Hundred Schools of Thought, and one each for the rest of you. How you decide is up to you..."

Smiling slightly, Zhang Xuan looked at the Otherworldly Tribe and the Sacred Beast Clan: "Moreover, the next two slots will be even more expensive, since the supply is dwindling..."

"Sixty it is, I'll buy it..."

White Venerable ground his teeth audibly.

Cultivators at their level were all diligent in their cultivation, focused solely on training. A super genius who had obtained the Mother Talisman and the five array cores turned out to be a profiteer...

Just thinking about it was frustrating.

"If it's sixty, I want it too!"

Before White Venerable finished speaking, Desire Old Ghost on the side snorted and also spoke up.