The rest of the bone path Gu lay quietly at the bottom of the silver primeval sea, resembling scattered white stones, motionless and silent.
All of them came from the same inheritance.
Over the years, Lin Feng had deliberately collected more of them, gradually building a complete set of combat system covering attack, defense, movement, healing, storage, and support.
These bone paths Gu fed on milk spring water.
The water was white like milk and naturally sweet to the taste.
Not only was it pleasant to drink, but it was also rich in nourishment—capable of strengthening the body, helping children grow, and benefiting the elderly.
Milk spring water was also sold by caravans.
Even if none was available, ordinary milk could be used instead, making these Gu relatively easy to feed.
This was the cultivation path Lin Feng had chosen for himself: Blood Path as his main path and Bone Path as his secondary path.
Blood Path made it easy to obtain cultivation resources.
Its cultivation speed was several times faster than most other paths, and its combat power ranked among the strongest.
The only drawback was that Blood Path was too bloody and not tolerated by the righteous path.
Because of this, Lin Feng cultivated Bone Path as a cover.
As for Bone Path, although it was not his specialty, he had inherited the true inheritance of Gray Bone Scholar and possessed a complete system of cultivation methods and killer moves.
Using it posed little difficulty for him.
The same was true of Blood Path.
The Blood Sea Ancestor had left behind numerous things in inheritances, many of which contained powerful killer moves and cultivation methods.
At present, Lin Feng had no more than five killer moves.
His Blood Path methods were mainly focused on offense, while his Bone Path methods were focused on defense.
As for healing, investigation, and other aspects, he had not yet developed suitable killer moves.
“It’s about time to feed the Blood Path Gu.”
Lin Feng waved his hand, and a colorless barrier rose around the tent.
It had no offensive or defensive power.
Blood Path Gu generally shared the same food source—the blood of Gu Masters.
Most of the Blood Path Gu in Lin Feng’s possession were Rank 3 Gu.
To feed them properly, they required the blood of a Rank 3 Gu Master.
Of course, a large quantity of lower-rank Gu Master blood could also be used as a substitute.
Lin Feng did not have a large supply of low-rank Gu Master blood.
After all, he was a righteous path Gu Master, upright and honorable in both word and deed.
However, he did possess the blood of a Rank 3 Gu Master.
That Gu Master was himself.
Lin Feng was a Rank 3 Gu Master.
Drawing a little blood from his own body was naturally not a problem.
Raising Gu by drawing blood from oneself sounded cruel and even somewhat insane.
Few ordinary people would willingly choose such a method.
Since ancient times, those who achieved great things were not only talented, but also possessed extraordinary determination.
They could endure what others could not endure and pay a price that others were unwilling to pay.
Only people who were ruthless enough toward themselves could walk further than everyone else.
Long ago, there was a demonic cultivator known as White Eel.
Captured by the righteous path and thrown into prison, he pretended to be insane.
He smeared filth all over his body and even cut off his own manhood, turning himself into a eunuch.
In the end, his enemies truly believed he had lost his mind and gradually lowered their guard, allowing him to escape.
Years later, White Eel returned and took his revenge, slaughtering the families of all those who had wronged him.
There was also a famous righteous-path expert, Empress Wu Ji.
When she was young, her sister seized her position and drove her from power.
Consort Wu could only endure the humiliation.
However, her sister was jealous of her beauty and constantly sought to suppress her.
More than a decade later, she returned, overthrew her sister’s rule, and reclaimed her authority.
As revenge, she had her sister’s eyes, ears, nose, and tongue removed, leaving her trapped between life and death.
Throughout history, those who achieved great things were skilled at endurance.
They did not indulge in comfort, nor did they shy away from hardship.
This was true for both the righteous path and the demonic path, for men and women alike.
After Empress Wu Ji came to power, she could easily have restored her appearance through healing methods.
Yet she never repaired her nose.
Instead, she left it as a reminder of the humiliation she had once endured.
Because of this, the Wu Clan became the foremost family of the Southern Border, surpassing the Tie, Shang, and Fei families.
Few forces could rival them.
Those who indulge in comfort and fear hardship are often narrow-minded.
Such people rarely achieve anything great.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng activated a Blood Path Gu within his aperture.
Immediately, a blood-red vortex formed before him.
It spun continuously, letting out a faint whistling sound.
Then, Lin Feng slowly raised his hands and reached into the blood-red vortex.
A soft plop echoed out.
The moment his pale fingers touched the vortex, wisps of white smoke rose into the air.
It was as if they had been plunged into concentrated acid.
His fingers rapidly dissolved within the blood-red vortex, while at the other end, large amounts of fresh crimson blood emerged.
In an instant, Lin Feng felt a chill spread through his fingertips, followed by an intense, piercing pain.
He clenched his teeth and drew in a sharp breath, enduring the agony as he slowly pushed his arms forward, inch by inch.
The pain was like feeding his own arms into a meat grinder, watching them being torn apart bit by bit.