As Zhang Yan was carried to the Fatty's house, he felt quite ashamed, "It's my fault. I was blinded by hatred and I lost my mind." Before entering the door, someone snarled, "Bastard, how dared you to come back?"

The fatty changed color and mumbled, "The news spread fast."

A middle-aged fat person came out and pointed at the little fatty, "You unfilial son! Usually you were not committed to cultivation and you made friends with men of no mark. Today you dared to save this loser at the expense of our restaurant. Have you respected your daddy? "

The fatty immediately retorted, "Zhang Yan is my brother, not a loser. I believe he is still the talent of Pingyuan City."

"Nonsense! Go home to reflect on yourself. You mustn't go out without my permission." Sun Kai shouted to the fatty.

Zhang Yan was still carried by the fatty, but he couldn't bear to see his good friend quarreling with his own father. He immediately said, "Thanks for your help, I will never forget you, my brother. I had better not enter your house, I should go now." He turned back and left.

The fatty tried to persuade Zhang Yan to stay, but he was grabbed by Sun Kai. Though he was in the ninth level of Body Refining, he couldn't resist his father. He was thrown to the yard of Family Sun by his father.

Zhang Yan bore his pain and got out of the town quickly. As soon as he arrived at the city gate, he found that some people were following him. They must be people of Family Ma and they would never let off him.

The chasing people were in the fifth or sixth level of Body Refining, however, it was hard for the injured Zhang Yan to deal with them. Having no time to consider, Zhang Yan rushed into a forest next to the city gate.

"Catch him, don't let him escape." People cried and chased after him.

This forest next to Pingyuan City stretched to Qingyuan Mountains. Zhang Yan used to hunt wild animals in Qingyuan, so no one could be more familiar to this place than him. Just in one quarter, Zhang Yan left behind those chasing people away.

Without anyone following, Zhang Yan stopped to lean against a tree and took a rest. His injuries worsened due to strenuous running. He had to sit down to deal with his injuries.

He looked down at his chest. He found that his ring was shining. Something seemed to revive. The dragon eyes were shining with faint light, and its mouth biting its tail opened. The dragon came to live suddenly, and it rose and flied around ZhangYan as a living body. Though it was one meter long, Zhang Yan sensed its dignity and strong air which was exclusive to a real dragon.

The dragon roar sounded. Then the dragon flied to the top of Zhang Yan's little finger, circled around and became a regular ring form. However, this ring fitted well for his finger.

Zhang Yan looked at this ring again. He had never understood that this ring was so uncommon before. Any object which can be bound with blood was extraordinary treasure. He hadn't saw such kind of treasure but heard something about it. This ring was the legendary spiritual ring.

His mind entered the space of the ring. Looking around, nothing came into sight except three objects including a palm-sized bloody-red paper, a stone sword and a fist-sized bloody-red jade.

Zhang Yan picked the stone sword up only to find that it was very ordinary and made up from unknown material. He cut a tree behind him with the sword. With a single strike, the large tree, which cannot be encircled by two persons with their hands joined together, was cut down in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yan looked at the stone sword in his hand unbelievably. The sword was so sharp, which was beyond imagination. Even a superior weapon cannot be so sharp that Zhang Yan could hardly bear to put it down. If his physical body was well, he could practice swordsmanship with this treasure.

Zhang Yan put the stone sword aside and picked the bloody-red jade up. The jade was crystal clear and some blood seemed to flow within it. Besides conducting cultivation, Zhang Yan had been told about many odd stories by his grandpa in ordinary day. This jade seemed to be the legendary treasure, Xuanming Blood Jade.

He put it aside and finally picked the piece of bloody-red paper. Nothing was written on it. It was stained by blood on Zhang Yan's hands, then the paper burned. A horrible voice from Jiuyou Refining Hell sounded.

"The Contract was signed, Asura techniques will be presented!"

After that, lots of information came to his mind piece by piece. A moment later, Zhang Yan finally reacted.

Actually, he signed a contract just now. Only if he signed the contract could he get the technique on that paper. This technique was Asura Change.

The piece of paper said that it was in the Era of Great Antiquity. The strongest tribe, Asura Clan, which was praised as Killing King, cultivated a kind of technique. Such technique was divided into nine levels, so it was also called "Nine Changes of Asura". People can be an Asura who would own limitless power and overcome the heaven and the earth after cultivating the nine changing techniques.

In Nine Changes of Asura, each change required the cultivator to offer up a spirit treasure to the Asura. Only such contribution led to successful cultivation, or cultivator would end up with explosive death due to Asura's power debuff.

What spirit treasure the first change of Asura needed was exactly the Xuanming Blood Jade.

Looking at the Xuanming Blood Jade in his hand, Zhang Yan understand that it might be the object left by his biological parents particularly. It might be prepared for him to cultivate the Asura Change by them. To help him cultivate Asura Change, his parents had indeed given much thought to it.

Zhang Yan hold the jade in his hand tightly and then cultivated in accordance with the instructions of Asura Change in his mind. As he began, he seemed to open an ancient thick door. Inside the room stained with blood, a bloody-red stone pillar stood at the center. A vicious man, covered all over with blood, was tied to the pillar by several arm-sized thick iron chains. This silver-haired man had horrible bloody-red eyes.

Zhang Yan could felt this man's terrifying air. This man seemed to be a killing king from Jiuyou Refining Hell. His strong killing air pushed people to kneel down and make a kowtow to him. While Zhang Yan nearly failed to try not to kneel down, that man turned his head and threw his eye on him

Such glance seemed to put Zhang Yan into the Jiuyou Refining Hell. He was flopping about in an immense blood ocean which was filled with white bones.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was still in the forest. He gave a sigh of relief. What happened just now was like a nightmare which caused a lingering fear. Looking at his clothes, he seemed to be exposed to the rain. The Xuanming Blood Jade also disappeared.