Han Sen had no choice but to take Zhou Yumei and the others back to the shelter.
Although Little Angel could keep the fairy busy, they had to rest for the rest of their journey. If they had to watch out for the fairy all the time, Han Sen wouldn't be the only one to die. Zhou Yumei and the others would suffer as well.
So, Han Sen decided to return to the shelter first. He had to find a way to kill the fairy or get rid of her. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to leave.
Over the next few days, Han Sen thought of many ways to fight the fairy. But even if he couldn't kill her, he couldn't get rid of her, either.
"Does she really want to fight me to the death?" Han Sen thought to himself.
Fortunately, the fairy didn't dare enter the shelter. Han Sen planned to stay there for a while and see if the fairy would leave on her own. No matter how much she hated him, she couldn't stay there forever.
There was nothing to do in the shelter, so Han Sen took the leather back to the Alliance to research the Blood-Pulse Sutra. He also did some research on the Blood-Pulse Sutra in the military.
Han Sen saw the Blood-Pulse Sutra of Blood Legion. It was just a collection of doctrines and myths, and it didn't mention anything about practicing. It was completely different from the one Han Sen had.
"What is going on here?"
Han Sen thought for a while, and eventually decided to ask Qin Xuan if the Qin family's Seventh Team was called Qin Huaizhen.
Han Sen picked up Qin Xuan's phone, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Team Qin, I remember you saying there was an elder in the Qin family who used to be in the Secret Service?"
"Yes. What is it?" Qin Xuan looked at Han Sen with confusion.
"I've heard people talk about Qin Huaizhen. Is that him?" Han Sen asked.
Qin Xuan nodded and said, "Qin Huaizhen. Who did you hear this from? And why did you mention him?"
"I am on my way to the Blue Crystal Shelter. I met an old man on my way there. He said he was a friend of Qin Huaizhen, and that he and Qin Huaizhen used to explore the Second God's Sanctuary. Qin Huaizhen went to the Black Desert and never came out. I thought he died there, so I wanted to tell you," Han Sen said.
Qin Xuan laughed and said, "You must have been fooled by that man. His name was Qin Huaizhen, but he was part of the Seventh Team of the Secret Service. He was one of the first people to enter God's Sanctuary. But he didn't stay there for long and died shortly after he came out.
Qin Huaizhen, of course, in the Second God's Sanctuary.
And he couldn't have died in Second God's Sanctuary. At that time, Great-Uncle had just discovered God's Sanctuary. When he died, he didn't even know the different classes of God's Sanctuary. "
Han Sen froze. He hadn't thought about this before. When Han Jingzhi and the others entered, they had only just discovered the shelter, so they didn't know there were different classes. Even if they had known, they wouldn't have been in the Second God's Sanctuary for long.
Those people died not long after they came out, and they didn't have the chance to enter the shelter again. They couldn't have died there, and they couldn't have died in the Second God's Sanctuary.
But this made Han Sen even more confused. "If that person isn't Qin Huaizhen, then who is he?
And why does he have Qin Huaizhen's work permit? "
"Cough! I was fooled. I am sorry," Han Sen said, coughing.
"Where are you now?" Qin Xuan smiled, not wanting to dwell on the subject.
"I'm still in the Black Desert."
Han Sen didn't dare tell Qin Xuan that he had discovered that person. If that person wasn't Qin Huaizhen, it would only make things worse.
After ending the call with Qin Xuan, Han Sen fell into a state of confusion. He couldn't confirm the identity of that person, and it would be even harder to find out what had happened.
But Han Sen wasn't a person who would dwell on this. Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided to stop thinking about it and focus on studying the Blood-Pulse Sutra.
Han Sen didn't plan on practicing the Blood-Pulse Sutra. After all, his Dongxuan Sutra was the best Qi Gong there was, and he didn't want to waste his time learning something else.
He wanted to study the Blood-Pulse Sutra to see if there was anything special about the Qi Gong that was related to Blood Legion.
But after Han Sen studied it, he was surprised. The Blood-Pulse Sutra was even more mysterious than Jadeskin.
After learning the first tier of Jadeskin, he could break through nine tiers and open nine gene locks.
The Dongxuan Sutra had ten tiers, and he could open ten gene locks.
The Blood-Pulse Sutra had ten tiers, and it was comparable to the Dongxuan Sutra.
After Han Sen finished reading the entire Blood-Pulse Sutra, he found a very strange description.
Practicing the Blood-Pulse Sutra allowed him to extend the power of his blood. He could pass on some of the powers he gained to his descendants.
In modern terms, after practicing the Blood-Pulse Sutra, some of the power would be written into the genetic code, and the next generation would inherit the power.
It was a very scary thing. Even with the advancement of technology, it was possible to modify genes. For example, it was possible to remove the genes of a person and prevent them from inheriting the disease.
However, it was impossible to pass down the ability that was obtained through external cultivation directly to one's offspring through genetic inheritance.
Through the evolution of human genes over several generations or even longer, they would indeed inherit some of the effects of the external environment on the genes. This was what humans often referred to as the evolution of living creatures.
However, this kind of evolution was relatively slow. Since the discovery of God's Sanctuary, generations of humans had been hunting for genes to strengthen themselves, and the physical fitness of their offspring had obviously improved.
But the improvement wasn't great, and it took a few generations for the difference to be noticeable. But practicing the Blood-Pulse Sutra could allow the next generation to inherit the power they had gained through practice. It was amazing.
Such an ability was scarier than genetic modification. To the next generation, it was like a cheating device. It allowed their children to win at the starting line.
No, it could no longer be said that he had won at the starting line. He had left his peers in the dust by who knew how many centuries.