1161 Seal Blood Stamp

"Who tore it?"

Was it the leader of Guarding Dragon Pavilion? Or the grey-robed elder? Who else saw this book before? What were they trying to hide?

Zhang Ruochen frowned, but he couldn't figure out the reasons behind this. He had to put it aside and stop thinking about it.

Zhang Ruochen began to learn some of the knowledge of 'Vampire Secrets.' He did this because he wanted to know how to identify immortal vampires and some skills to fight againt them.

Seal Blood Periapt.

One of the methods to deal with immortal vampires was to use Seal Blood Periapt.

When Seal Blood Stamp was stuck on their bodies, it could suppress the bloody Qi inside their fight, rendering them defenseless.

There were four stamps on one piece of the paper in 'Vampire Secrets.' He could draw the Seal Blood Stamps based on the engravings of the stamps.

The stamps were different from each other, and each one was more complicated and mysterious than the last.

"Using Seal Blood Stamps is indeed the simplest and most direct way. If I can draw a lot of Seal Blood Stamps, does that mean it'll be an easy job for us to fight immortal vampires now?"

But then, Zhang Ruochen shook his head mildly and said to himself, "Even if I'm going to publicize 'Vampire Secrets,' the four stamps need to remain confidential. If the immortal vampires know how to make the four stamps, they'll definitely study the way to counteract the stamps. The ways to make stamps need to remain a secret to most."

And then, Zhang Ruochen fully mobilized his mind power to study the first stamp.

Although Zhang Ruochen had never studied the way to draw and refine stamps, he had strong enough mind power that he could easily learn many things.

The stronger someone's mind power was, the faster it was for them to learn stuff.

The material required to refine Seal Blood was very special. Saintly bones were needed to make the stamp, and divine blood was required as ink to wield its maximum power.

Both saintly bones and divine blood were invaluable treasures, especially divine blood, one drop of which was worth an entire city. It couldn't be more luxurious for someone to use divine blood to refine a stamp.

The material used to make one Seal Blood Stamp was already too much for a saint clan. It was almost impossible to manufacture them.

"If I'd known that saintly bones could be used to refine Seal Blood Stamps, I should've put the bodies of those aboriginal martial saints into the Scroll World."

Zhang Ruochen sighed, as he felt regretful.

Now, even if Zhang Ruochen tried to get back using the space transport formation, it would be in vain.

It would be impossible to find the planet where he'd killed the aboriginal martial saints in the vast astral space.

Zhang Ruochen managed to find some saintly bones. Bones of saint kings, to be exact.

The bones of saint kings came from the body of Blue Fire Xuanwu.

Bones of saint kings and the shell were the only valuable remains of Blue Fire Xuanwu.

Blackie used some of the bones of saint kings to make something else, so there were not many left.

The bones of Blue Fire Xuanwu were very sturdy. It took Zhang Ruochen lots of energy to slice them into bony stamps by using Abyss Ancient Sword.

The power contained in the divine blood was majestic, so he needed to be extra careful when drawing, otherwise, the blood would destroy the bony stamp.

Zhang Ruochen took out a pen made of the wood of Sky-connecting Divine Tree to draw on the bony stamp.

Halfway through the painting, Zhang Ruochen made a small mistake, after which the power of the divine blood penetrated the bony stamp paper.

Chi Chi.

The bony stamp paper was burnt to ashes instantly.

Zhang Ruochen's heart hurt. The stamp paper wasn't the only thing that was lost, but also two drops of divine blood.

Zhang Ruochen took out a second piece of bony stamp paper and kept drawing.

Failed.

Failed.

…

After failing seven times, Zhang Ruochen finally successfully created the first Seal Blood Stamp.

He wiped away the sweat on his forehead and took a deep breath. He was exhilarated but also exhausted.

"It took me fifteen drops of divine blood to successfully make one Seal Blood Stamp. This is way too costly!"

Zhang Ruochen barely squeezed a smile out of his face, but he still had some sense of accomplishment looking at the Seal Blood Stamp.

Actually, it only took three drops of divine blood to make a Seal Blood Stamp. It consumed so much divine blood because the success rate was too low.

Every time he failed, Zhang Ruochen's heart ached.

"The success rate should be higher after my first success," Zhang Ruochen said.

And then, he took out ten pieces of bony stamp papers, stacking them together and continuing to paint.

He managed to create three more out of the ten stamp papers.

However, the success rate was still not satisfying for Zhang Ruochen, so he kept practicing.

After a long time, Zhang Ruochen held thirty Seal Blood Stamps in his hand, and the success race had soared to fifty percent.

Drawing the stamp engravings was only the first step.

The second step was to preserve the stamps using either fire or other secret techniques. All monks needed to do was to infuse the stamps with Holy Qi, then they could wield the power the stamps contained.

Zhang Ruochen refined all the thirty Seal Blood Stamps he made and put them in his space ring, and then, he started to study the second stamp on 'Vampire Secrets.'

The number of engravings on the second stamp was several times more than that of the first stamp. They were more intricate, and barely looking at them made Zhang Ruochen's head ache.

"The second stamp has got to be used to fight the immortal vampire saints. I'm far from enough to craft something like that."

The second stamp was more demanding. It required the bones of saintly kings, and it would take dozens of drops of divine blood to make a Seal Blood Stamp.

It took Zhang Ruochen more than two hundred drops of divine blood.

If he started to draw the second Seal Blood Stamp, he would use all the divine blood up no matter how much he had.

Zhang Ruochen asked Blackie to study the stamp engravings of all four Seal Blood Stamps.

Blackie was way more advanced on the stamp crafting, so perhaps he could draft the second Seal Blood Stamp.

After studying them for a long time, Blackie said, "There're four levels of stamp engravings. The first Seal Blood Stamp can be used to fight the immortal vampire half saints. The second Seal Blood Stamp can be used to fight immortal vampire saints. The third Seal Blood Stamp can be used to suppress immortal vampire saint kings. As for the fourth…"

The eyes of Blackie gleamed. It said, "The fourth Seal Blood Stamp might be able to suppress the Blood Emperor of immortal vampires. If I can manufacture all four Seal Blood Stamps, we'll fight the immortal vampires like playing with toys."

Zhang Ruochen said impatiently, "It's not that easy. Even the simplest Seal Blood Stamps used to fight half saints need a lot of energies. Ordinary stamp masters are not able to make them. As for saint-level Seal Blood Stamps, saint-king-level Seal Blood Stamps...it's just going to be much more demanding. As for supreme-saint-level Seal Blood Stamps, perhaps nobody alive is able to make them."

Supreme-saint-level Seal Blood Stamps required divine bones as stamp paper, and they would take a tremendous amount of divine blood.

The most important thing was, only stamp masters whose mind power had reached supreme-saint level were likely to craft them.

There might not be anyone who had the mind power of supreme saints in Kunlun's Field, not to mention stamp masters whose mind power had reached that level.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Can you craft a saint-level Seal Blood Stamp or not?"

To confront the immortal vampire spies back in Blood God Sect, he needed saint-level Seal Blood Stamps to be safe.

"How much divine blood can you provide us?" Blackie asked.

Zhang Ruochen had obtained a pond of divine blood from Netherworld, but he had consumed a small part of it to refine his body, and when he was going to become a saint in the future, he would need a lot more.

The divine blood he could provide wasn't much.

"Two thousand drops." Zhang Ruochen said.

Blackie nodded and said, "I'll try! But I won't guarantee any success."

Blackie was highly skilled at formation, weapon refining, alchemy and beast taming, but he was less achieved at stamp making.

Which was why it said that it couldn't guarantee to make a saint-level Seal Blood Stamp.

Blackie studied them for three days before it began to craft them. It tried more than ten times, but they all ended with failure.

"Can you do it or not?"

Zhang Ruochen felt really sorry seeing the divine blood and bones of saintly kings being consumed.

"The saint-level Seal Blood Stamps are much more complicated that the half-saint-level ones. It's not that easy to craft them."

Blackie held 'Vampire Secrets' and kept studying them.

He practiced while studying, and then, one thousand drops of blood were consumed.

One drop of divine blood could be sold at a high price, yet in the past few days, Blackie had consumed one thousand drops of divine blood. Even a whole middle-age era couldn't afford that.

Zhang Ruochen strolled his temple as he was on the brink of collapse seeing Blackie fail so many times.

He left Blackie and summoned Zhao Shiqi.

The mind power of Zhao Shiqi was already at pinnacle level forty-nine, and he was one small step away from becoming a saint. He was a senior in Sacred Sect.

Zhao Shiqi saluted Zhang Ruochen and asked, "What do you need, Overlord?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "I need to stay in Scroll World for a while longer. Go back to Blood God Sect and ask about the situation in the sect. Besides, search the information of the palace ruler and the vice palace ruler of Nether Heavenly Palace. The more detailed, the better."

"Yes, overlord."

Zhao Shiqi left the Scroll World.

Nether Heavenly Palace was the leading heavenly palace of Blood God Sect. It answered only to the Hierarch of Blood God Sect and was responsible for guarding the endless abyss.

How was it possible for the Hierarch of Blood God Sect to assign such an important task to an outsider?

Zhang Ruochen suspected that there were spies among the seniors in Nether Heavenly Palace.