Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 132 - 133: Mastery of Blood Refinement

A battle erupts, blood flows like rivers, lives are lost, and no one mourns.

Heroes? Tyrants? Chivalrous warriors? Demons?

When the chaos ends, the Sorcery art remains.

The war between Great Plain City’s three major factions reached its conclusion deep into the night. By dawn, the banners of conflict had been lowered, and the fighting was over.

With the loss of their leaders, the forces of the three factions crumbled like waves retreating from the shore. Some fled, others fell, and no one dared to resist any longer.

This was the Magus.

Unlike the soldiers trained by the imperial court, who would charge to their deaths even knowing the outcome, the Magus world operated by different rules. Discipline and blind obedience were not part of their world.

When the tide turned, these warriors didn’t speak of valor or dying gloriously for their cause. At best, they put on a facade of defiance—"I shall laugh at the heavens with sword in hand!"—only to run the moment the laughter ended.

This battle saw the complete annihilation of the Overseas Alliance’s leadership. Their three representatives perished.

Nathan, the Breaking Army Mace of Turtle Stone Ridge, escaped in defeat, his arm severed.

And Aizen? He emerged as the victor.

For now, Great Plain City and its resources belonged entirely to the Heavenly Demon Clan. The streets, stained with blood, told the story of a night that reshaped the balance of power.

Aizen, with his blade in hand, slew several key figures of the opposing factions as he pursued those who fled. Among his victims was Garfield, known as "Money Bags," who relied on coin and poison needles to fight. Against Aizen’s curved blade, however, his schemes amounted to little. His head was severed cleanly in a single strike.

Others, like the cunning Bear Man, managed to escape into the chaos.

The Resurgence of Johnny.

Yet among the corpses, there was one figure who defied expectations: Sang Biao, who had been declared dead, was alive.

In the Magus World, the dead do not rise again.

If Johnny had truly died, there would be no coming back. Yet here he stood, breathing and very much alive.

The truth? The man who was killed that night by Vincent and the others, the one whose head was crushed beneath their boots, had only been a decoy.

The supposed death of Vincent had been nothing but a smokescreen, a ruse to deceive the Heavenly Demon Clan’s enemies and their spies.

Johnny’s survival was a critical secret, one that allowed the Heavenly Demon Clan to maintain its strength. In fact, Johnny’s return played a decisive role in the battle—disguised as a nameless foot soldier, he launched surprise attacks that claimed the lives of two high-ranking enemies.

"All’s fair in war."

Though Johnny had once been humiliated by Aizen, he was no fool. He understood the importance of timing and knew when to set aside his pride for the greater good.

When Aizen instructed him to fake his death, Johnny complied without hesitation. And in doing so, he not only proved his worth but earned merit in the battle, slaying several key opponents.

A New Order

With Great Plain City firmly under the control of the Heavenly Demon Clan, its low-ranking members now walked the streets with heads held high.

Only a few days ago, they had been cowering like beaten dogs, too afraid to even bark back at their rivals from Turtle Stone Ridge. Now, they strutted through the city like kings, savoring the scent of blood and their newfound freedom.

The winds of change were undeniable, and all of it was thanks to one man: Aizen, the Demon Child, a figure ranked on the People’s List and dispatched as an envoy by the Left Clan.

The Demon Marshal

No one dared to call him by name. Not even his infamous title, Demon Child, was uttered lightly.

In private, the city’s residents whispered of him with reverence or fear. To them, he was either Master the Demon Marshal .

The title Demon Marshal wasn’t given because Aizen was a handsome figure, nor because he held the kind of military authority akin to a general of the imperial court.

Instead, it was a testament to his ability to marshal chaos—to turn the tide of battle, command fear, and rewrite the rules of the MAgus World.

He had become the embodiment of power and ruthlessness, a name that would echo across Great Plain City and beyond.

For now, the Heavenly Demon Clan ruled supreme. But in the Magus World, nothing ever stayed the same for long.

Titles in the Magus World were rarely official. "Demon Marshal", the nickname whispered in private circles, was no exception. It wouldn’t spread far, nor would it be recognized widely.

After all, Aizen hadn’t yet earned the rank of a true marshal.

Yet to the low-level members of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Aizen was nothing less than a figure of awe. To them, he was someone far above even their branch leader, William—a man worthy of the utmost respect.

Delegation of Authority

Aizen had no interest in the mundane affairs of claiming territories. He left these responsibilities entirely to Vincent and Johnny, both of whom had played pivotal roles in the battle.

Their contributions would be reported to the higher-ups in the Left and Right Clan, leaving the decision for rewards in their hands.

In the Magus World, the outcome of a battle often hinged on the leaders. Their victories or defeats shaped the course of conflicts, determining morale and momentum.

But no battle could be fought by leaders alone. The clashes between rank-and-file members were equally critical.

Just as in a military confrontation where the defeat of a general could demoralize the troops but wouldn’t necessarily end the war, so too in the Magus World. As long as a leader was neither dead nor incapacitated, the fight could—and often would—continue.

This was why Aizen hadn’t killed Johnny despite past grievances. Instead, he had entrusted him with a crucial role in the battle, making him the hidden ace that turned the tide.

Dawn of a New Era

The first light of dawn illuminated Great Plain City, the blood-stained streets now eerily silent.

Aizen sat in a lakeside pavilion within the estate, accompanied by two young maidservants whose gentle, elegant movements spoke of their training in refined servitude. They brewed tea and attended to him with quiet precision.

Gazing at the tranquil autumn waters of the lake, Aizen slowly wiped down his curved blade. His eyes were calm, but his thoughts were replaying the battles of the previous night.

The clash with Nathan had left a deep impression.

The Path of a Sorcery Artist

For a Sorcery artist, the pursuit of the Path lay in constant refinement. The Sorcery path was forged through accumulation, tempered by combat, and polished by experience.

"To hear the Path in the morning, and be content by evening."

The battle with Nathan had brought Aizen to the threshold of perfecting his Blood Refinement Stage. He was at the cusp of breaking through to the magus body refining

Great Perfection Stage, the pinnacle of the magus body refining stage.

This next stage, Organ Refinement, was notoriously difficult. Apart from the brain—refined only after breaking into the magus body refining stage the five internal organs were the most challenging to temper.

Aizen placed his blade aside and stood, his movements as graceful as a crane stepping through sand. In a few light steps, he exited the pavilion.

Aizen began to practice his forms.

Though the movements were simple, basic Sorcery arts, each punch and stance carried extraordinary depth, seamlessly integrating unique foundational techniques.

Descending Dragon Stance: His fists retracted to his ribs, his legs suddenly locked into a precise, stable position.Crouching Tiger Stance: With his left foot forward and right foot back, he assumed a bold, aggressive stance.Divine Tortoise Floats Stance: By the end of the sequence, he stood perfectly still, his breath long and steady, his body as motionless as a hibernating turtle.

Each motion seemed ordinary, but together they formed a profound and subtle art.

The Breakthrough

As Aizen completed the final stance, he stood still, his eyes closed, as though in meditation.

Within his body, his Aura surged. If someone proficient in observing Aura had been present, they would have seen the turbulence within him, his blood boiling like water over a raging fire.

His skin glistened, pulsating as though alive. The energy coursing through him connected his entire body, carrying the essence of his refined blood.

His pores gradually opened, expelling impurities in thin wisps of smoke.

The maidservants gasped, their eyes widening in alarm as Aizen’s body turned crimson, his skin slick with foul-smelling sweat and residue. To their untrained eyes, he looked like a man drenched in blood.

Composure Amid Chaos

"Do not be alarmed."

Aizen’s voice broke the silence. His eyes opened, their black and white as clear as a winter’s night. His calm, ghostly demeanor reassured the frightened maids.

Understanding he was unharmed, they bowed respectfully and awaited further instructions.

"Prepare two barrels of hot water for a bath."

Aizen dismissed them with a simple command before walking toward the inner courtyard.

Inside him, his Aura continued to churn like liquid mercury, moving through his body with overwhelming power.

Unbeknownst to the maids, Aizen had already achieved a breakthrough during his silent practice.

In that unassuming moment, Aizen had mastered the Blood Refinement Stage, laying the foundation for his imminent advancement to the magus body refining stage Great Perfection: Organ Refinement.

The process was silent, almost imperceptible, yet the change within him was profound.

As Aizen stepped into the courtyard, the morning sun glinted off his figure, casting him in sharp relief against the crimson-stained grounds of Great plain City—a city now firmly under his control.