Stirling looked at the prompt, a smile immediately appearing on his lips.

  Sure enough, breaking through to the Viscera Irrigating stage still granted him lifespan, and a full thirty years at that! This was practically like getting two Monk Green for free!

  Recalling the past month of cultivation, Stirling felt a pang of emotion.

  Last month, he directly used pills to push the to its peak, consuming 15 years of his lifespan, but the effect was obvious. He not only gained the in his boxing, but his Viscera Irrigating speed also increased by twenty percent.

  Now, in just one month, Stirling had reached the pinnacle of Viscera Irrigation and was going to step into the ranks of Blood Boiling Grandmasters.

  Three days ago, Lance sent him a book, , which Stirling enhanced into the using ten years of his lifespan.

  These past three days, after studying the Stirling prepared three hematopoietic pills as requested, but he directly enhanced each one into a using 24 days of his lifespan.

  With everything in place, Stirling attempted the Blood Boling that very night inside the house.

  The blood boiling in the martial arts path was truly inconceivable.

  The samurai first boiled and then forced all the blood out of their bodies. Then fresh blood was generated to replenish the body, thus completing the first Blood Boling.

  However, this process was extremely dangerous. Often, a samurai would lose all their blood without regeneration, eventually becoming a dried-up corpse.

  Therefore, the Blood Boling required the assistance of martial intent to increase the success rate. When someone loses too much blood, their mind gets clouded. In that state, only a sharp, focused intention can instinctively finish the blood-regeneration steps.

  This time, Stirling used only his best resources, mastering three different intents, thus succeeding on the first attempt. However, thinking back now, he felt a lingering fear.

  No wonder martial arts were gradually declining in power. This path of worshipping gods, merely filling the bloodstream with malice, was considered the Great Perfection of the Nascent realm, equivalent to blood boiling.

  In this respect alone, worshipping gods could indeed be a shortcut, but Stirling still insisted on following the path of a samurai's road because he felt that malice was rootless and far less reliable than his own Aether.

  Thinking of this, Stirling sighed, then waved his hand, dispelling the blood mist surrounding him, and stood up.

  After stretching his body again, Stirling sensed the surging vital energy and explosive power within him, almost feeling an urge to roar wildly.

  Stirling clenched his fist, his Aether flowing freely throughout his limbs and bones, causing his clothes to flutter, and the sounds of tigers and leopards echoing in the void.

  Stirling looked at his fist and thought to himself, then shook his head, casually extinguished the lamp, and walked towards his bedroom.

  Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

  Tonight's exertion was too great; he had better rest.

  A few days later, Stirling went to the office as usual, only to find everyone smiling. Upon inquiring, he learned that the Karls in the inner city were hosting a banquet and had invited everyone.

  The head of the Karls, named Stone Karl, is rumored to have a connection with Magistrate Hoffmann. This banquet was supposedly because he had married his eighteenth wife.

  Stirling initially wanted to decline, but after thinking about it, he finally decided to go and see for himself.

  Lance had found no clues about the Exorcism Sect and Vajra Temple recently, which forced Stirling to consider starting a backup plan.

  If he could touch Khan or Alena at the banquet and use the Blood Manipulation Pill to subdue them, it would undoubtedly be extremely useful in the current situation.

  Therefore, after finishing his shift, Stirling followed the others to Karl's house.

  As a prominent family in the inner city, the Karl's mansion covered hundreds of acres and employed dozens of top-notch samurai.

  Upon entering the mansion, beautiful maids greeted them and led the guests to their respective seats.

  However, Stirling soon discovered that, given his status, he could only sit in the courtyard outside the main hall, while only those of high status may sit in the main hall.

  Unable to do anything else, Stirling could only sit in the courtyard, observing his surroundings while waiting for the banquet to begin.

  Soon, the first important figure arrived.

  "Magistrate Hoffmann has arrived!" With the announcer's shout, everyone turned their gaze toward the main gate.

  The obese Hoffman, supported by two beautiful maids, swayed through the main gate and walked towards them.

  The people in the outer hall immediately rose to greet him, while Stirling couldn't help but scrutinize this nominally highest-ranking official of Farfield City.

  His obese body and fat head, yet surprisingly quick movements, surprised Stirling.

  Could this fat man be a samurai?

  Hoffmann didn't greet the people outside the hall but walked straight in and sat down on a chair at the head of the table.

  Two beautiful maids leaned against him, pouring wine and bringing it to his lips.

  Inside the hall, Stone Karl greeted him with a smile, joking with Hoffmann, which made Hoffmann laugh heartily.

  Seeing this, everyone sat down again, but before they could settle in, another announcement rang out:

  "Lord Lance of the Patrol Shaman has arrived!"

  Lance, his face stern, strode towards them. Although two beautiful maids followed closely behind, they could only keep up, unable to have space to touch him.

  Everyone quickly stood up again, only sitting down once Lance had entered the hall.

  Thus, with each announcement, everyone sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down, which gradually annoyed Stirling.

  What kind of ridiculous banquet was this? Was it just to torment him?

  But just then, the announcement came again:

  "Commander Khan of the Patrol Shaman has arrived!"

  Everyone immediately stood up and looked towards the door, only to see a stern-faced middle-aged man stride in, followed by two maids dressed in magnificent palace robes—they had brought them from home!

  Stirling frowned. From the moment Khan appeared, he felt a strange pressure.

  Having mastered the intent of boxing and blade, Stirling directly sensed the source of this pressure, and his heart skipped a beat.

  This Khan had indeed cultivated intent!

  Intent can be controlled, but Khan did not conceal it, openly displaying it so brazenly. Was it a declaration of his sovereignty?

  As the head of the city's Patrol Shaman, his strength was undoubtedly the highest, giving him the confidence to be arrogant throughout the city. However, this also made Stirling secretly sigh with regret.

  Those who have cultivated intent are never easy to deal with. Even if Stirling approaches him with water mixed with Blood Manipulation Pills, he can detect the slightest abnormality in the expression or heartbeat.

  This is troublesome! Just as Stirling was pondering, another announcement rang out:

  "Envoy Alena of the Yearning Palace has arrived!" Everyone looked again and saw a beautiful woman in a plain robe walking towards them with a smile, accompanied by a maid in a green dress—it was Lilith, of course!

  "Junior Sister! What a coincidence!" Khan stopped and looked at Alena behind him, smiling as he spoke.

  "Senior Brother, what a coincidence." Alena nodded with a smile, but showed no intention of joining Khan. She walked past him, leading Lilith towards the entrance hall.

  Khan, but showed no displeasure. Instead, he laughed loudly and followed Alena forward.

  Stirling watched their retreating figures and sighed inwardly. With Khan there, today's plan to drug them was likely doomed.