Chapter 125: Condensing the Spirits of All Heavens

A dragon race aura surfaced on a human cultivator's body.

That was utterly inconceivable.

The saint's personal disciple standing before him—Qinglong had known from the very first moment that the other was not of his kind, that he was a human cultivator.

This point, even Saint Tongtian had mentioned to him.

Moreover, Luo Fu was now merely a Jin Xian–cultivation-base powerhouse—how could he possibly hide anything from a Quasi-Saint like him?

Even if he, this Quasi-Saint, was a Quasi-Saint who had fallen on hard times, he was still a Quasi-Saint.

Perhaps against same-realm powerhouses, Qinglong in his current grievously wounded state would not be a match for a same-realm opponent.

But Luo Fu was no Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

Therefore, regarding Luo Fu's true background, he, Qinglong, would not misread it.

Yet now, this pure dragon race aura—Qinglong had only ever sensed it from certain dragon race cultivators with powerful cultivation bases.

One had to know, the purer a dragon race member, the purer the dragon race aura they emanated.

In the past, within the dragon race, they would also divide into several tiers according to bloodline; dragon race members of powerful bloodline would, to a certain extent, receive greater attention from the dragon race's upper echelons.

This was also because, when dragon race members cultivate, the power of bloodline occupies a very large portion.

The higher the bloodline, the higher their future achievements would be.

Of course, this was not decisive either—dragon race members of low bloodline would also produce powerful ones.

But this probability, compared to genius dragon race members of powerful bloodline, was clearly still far inferior.

Precisely because of this, dragon race members of powerful bloodline would receive ever greater emphasis.

And now, on Luo Fu's body, Qinglong had precisely this feeling—he could sense that Luo Fu was just like those genius dragon race members of the past.

This was no mere similarity of aura, but because within Luo Fu's body, there also existed the dragon race's origin.

"So this is what a saint's disciple is like?" Qinglong muttered to himself with a horrified expression, "Even bloodlines can be created out of thin air."

Bloodlines created out of thin air—for Quasi-Saint Qinglong, this was utterly an inconceivable matter.