William Bolton hadn’t moved yet, just stood there watching, with all his senses completely blocked, leaving only his spiritual perception. This was still not the best time to strike. Although this giant snake wasn’t powerful, he himself was only half-trained at the moment. If it really came down to a life-and-death struggle, it was still uncertain who would win, so he had to wait for the right opportunity.

Half an hour passed, then an hour, and the snake didn’t move at all, as if it had entered a mysterious meditative state.

Just then, William Bolton made his move. He grabbed a large basin of black male dog’s blood he was holding and poured it over the snake’s head.

Don’t think black dog’s blood is only effective against ghosts. The blood of a black dog is rich in yang energy and has a powerful destructive effect on any evil or yin creature. What’s more, William Bolton had specially chosen the blood of a strong male dog for this.

A large basin of black dog’s blood splashed down from above. Before it even landed on the snake, William Bolton had already jumped down from the tree with his sword, rolled on the ground, and tore open another tightly wrapped bundle, scattering a large handful of realgar powder all over the snake. At the same time, the black dog’s blood was poured down as well.

Such a commotion had already startled the snake awake. By the time it snapped out of its meditation, the two deadly substances had already covered its entire body.

Sizzle... Where the black dog’s blood touched, green smoke rose up, and the snake rolled on the ground in pain, its massive body knocking the nearby pine trees this way and that.

William Bolton didn’t attack, but instead held the bundle and ran a circle around the snake, scattering the remaining realgar powder all around to prevent it from escaping.

After finishing all this, William Bolton jumped to the side and waited quietly for what would happen next.

The giant snake struggled in agony. Although it had achieved some success in cultivation, it was still helpless in the face of its natural enemies. The yang energy in the black dog’s blood quickly invaded its body, corroding the cold yin energy it had cultivated. The realgar was even more terrifying to the snake, and now that it was covered in it, it was in a state of panic.

The snake, over ten meters long, kept writhing, its tongue flicking faster and faster, looking as if it was in extreme pain.

Finally, William Bolton made his move.

Chapter 008: Refinement

Although he had gained nothing in cultivating the Taixu Sword Intent, two months of gathering qi had at least allowed William Bolton to channel his internal energy in battle.

The refined steel longsword traced a graceful arc—the first move of the Heavenly Dao Sword Style: Taiji Wuji.

Countless sword shadows filled the air, pine needles rustled down, and the pine trees that had grown for years creaked and toppled.

The snake, still struggling in pain, sensed the danger and tried to escape, but it was already too late.

The sword shadows covered a radius of ten zhang, leaving no room to dodge. Blood splattered everywhere, and when William Bolton sheathed his sword, flesh and organs rained down from above.

He couldn’t stop it. With William Bolton’s current strength, once Taiji Wuji was unleashed, there was no way to hold back—he could only go all out.

Originally, William Bolton just wanted to seriously injure the snake and then wait for the right moment to kill it, but to his surprise, under the Taiji Wuji sword move, the snake was killed in a single strike.

It wasn’t until the blood splattered onto his face that William Bolton snapped back to reality.

Crack... The refined steel longsword in William Bolton’s hand couldn’t withstand the force of the Taixu Sword Intent and shattered into pieces, scattering on the ground.

It’s broken? William Bolton looked at the sword hilt in his hand and gave a bitter smile. Looks like he’d have to buy another one.

A wave of weakness surged in his heart, and William Bolton’s steps became unsteady. He had pushed himself too hard. After only two months of gathering qi, forcing out Taiji Wuji left him unable to control it freely.

Just then, a streak of light shot out from a piece of the snake’s flesh, wavering in confusion. When it saw William Bolton, it panicked and tried to flee.

“Where do you think you’re going!” William Bolton forced himself to rally. He had spent so much effort for this very streak of light—if it escaped, everything he’d done would be for nothing.

He didn’t know where the strength came from, but William Bolton summoned all his remaining energy, his feet seeming to fly as he dashed forward.

The streak of light was fast, but William Bolton still managed to grab it. Under the shroud of his energy, the light trembled violently, struggling desperately.

It was still early, so William Bolton quickly sat cross-legged on the spot, palms open, pressing the light into his hands and began the process of refinement.

This was indeed the nascent spirit of a little demon seeking rebirth. It had only just found a new physical vessel a few days ago, only to be slain again by William Bolton—its luck was truly terrible.

Not only that, this time it didn’t even manage to escape with its nascent spirit and was caught by William Bolton.

Refining another’s cultivation for one’s own use was a method favored by evil cultivators, as it greatly aided progress in cultivation. Righteous cultivators disdained such acts.

William Bolton didn’t care about any of that. He only knew that this wisp of the little demon’s nascent spirit was extremely useful to him right now.

But William Bolton also knew that such unrighteous acts should be done sparingly. Occasionally was fine, but doing it too often would hinder his future cultivation.

It took him the whole night to roughly absorb the little demon’s nascent spirit.

This had truly taken a lot of effort. With the snake’s century-old body and the little demon’s experience, if he had fought head-on, he would have had no chance of winning. But with the help of black dog’s blood and realgar powder, he was able to kill it in one stroke—something that truly surprised William Bolton.