Chapter 538: Super Water Style Overwhelms Jinchuriki

The setting sun cast a blaze of rosy clouds across the sky.

Outside Windfire City, on Green Cloud Peak, there was a stone table with stone stools beside it, where a young man and a young girl leaned against each other.

The young man was somewhat thin, his face slightly pale but delicate.

The young girl wore a snow-white long dress, her skin like jade, her features stunningly beautiful.

With her head resting on the young man's shoulder, they looked like a pair of celestial lovers under the sunset.

"Yao'er, I wish we could stay like this forever!" the young man said softly, his face full of happy smiles.

"Brother Ming, of course we can—we promised to be together for life."

A blissful smile spread across the young girl's face.

The young man was named Lu Ming, and the young girl was named Lu Yao.

Looking at the smile on Lu Yao's face, Lu Ming's gaze grew even gentler. Holding her soft, jade-like hand, he said, "Yao'er, even though my meridians are blocked and I can't condense true Qi, as long as I can awaken my bloodline, the Elder Council will buy spirit medicine to dredge my meridians, and then I can start cultivating."

"I will definitely become a martial arts master and protect you for the rest of your life."

"Thank you, Brother Ming."

Lu Yao's eyes showed emotion, and she added, "Brother Ming, did the pulse measurer really say that you inherited your father's bloodline?"

"Yes, Yao'er, so your future husband will definitely be a strong man." Lu Ming smiled with confidence.

Lu Yao gave a slight smile, picked up the wine glass on the stone table—inside was the famous Blood Tongue Orchid wine, which gave off a faint fragrance.

Quick as lightning, Lu Yao kissed Lu Ming on the cheek, then blushed shyly as she raised the glass and said, "Brother Ming, here, this is Yao'er's reward for you."

Lu Ming took the glass and said, "Yao'er, you treat me to a glass of Blood Tongue Orchid wine every day. I'm truly grateful to have you by my side."

With that, he raised the glass and drained it in one gulp.

The wine's aroma lingered on his tongue, and Lu Ming's heart felt as sweet as the scent—but the next moment, he felt the world spin around him.

"Yao'er, why am I feeling dizzy? This wine of yours…"

Lu Ming grabbed the stone table to steady himself and looked at Lu Yao, but now he noticed her expression had turned cold.

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Yao'er stayed with you for three years just to nurture your bloodline. Now the time has come—hand over your bloodline!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man appeared from the side—it was Lu Yao's father.

Rumble!

It was like a thunderbolt exploding in Lu Ming's mind.

"Yao'er!"

Lu Ming looked at Lu Yao in disbelief, but her eyes were filled with nothing but coldness.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's indifferent gaze stabbed into Lu Ming's heart like sharp knives. He roared and lunged toward her.

But Lu Yao only took a slight step back, and he fell to the ground.

"Duanmu Lin of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect started cultivating at six, broke through two divine meridians in half a year and stepped into the Warrior realm, reached the Martial Master realm at nine, and now at sixteen is one of the four great geniuses of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect. And you? Frail and sick, with blocked meridians—to put it bluntly, you're just trash. Even if you awaken your bloodline, you'd still be trash. Can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"A genius like that is the true match for me, Lu Yao. To form an alliance with him, I need to awaken a powerful bloodline. Since you love me so much, why not help me out? Use your bloodline to help me awaken an even stronger one."

The cold voice came from Lu Yao's mouth.

Thud!

At that moment, the middle-aged man stomped on Lu Ming's back, a sharp knife appearing in his hand, and shouted, "Lu Ming, offer up your bloodline!"

Ah!

An excruciating pain at his spine instantly overwhelmed Lu Ming. He screamed, his voice filled with loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming sank into boundless darkness.

"Lu Yao, Lu Yunxiong, why did you take my bloodline!"

Lu Ming roared, suddenly sitting up in bed, the nanmu bed frame letting out a loud creak.

Lu Ming was drenched in sweat, his face pale. At first, he thought it was just a nightmare, but he quickly realized this was no dream—it was what had already happened.

The scene from a few days ago surfaced in his mind again.

Lu Ming was the main lineage heir of the Windfire City Lu Clan; his father was the clan leader. Lu Yao, on the other hand, was the daughter of the First Branch's Grand Elder.

They were of the same clan but different branches, grew up together as childhood sweethearts, inseparable in fact, and had even privately exchanged vows and pledged themselves to each other.

Lu Ming never imagined that Lu Yao and the Grand Elder would attack him to seize his bloodline.

"Strength—it's all because I lack strength. If I had extraordinary talent and powerful strength, how would they dare treat me like this?"

Lu Ming clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, his eyes bloodshot.

Worthless!

That was what Lu Yao called him. Her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Creak!

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a frail, middle-aged woman walked in. Seeing Lu Ming on the bed, she asked with concern, "Ming'er, did you have another nightmare?"

This beautiful woman was Lu Ming's mother, Li Ping.

Three days ago, it was Li Ping who worried about Lu Ming's safety, went out to look for him, and saved him; otherwise, Lu Ming would have already died.

Ever since word spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling, he and Li Ping had depended on each other for survival.

Lu Ming looked at Li Ping, his gaze softening, and said, "Mother, it's nothing, just a dream."

Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat by his bedside, touched his forehead, and said with a pained heart, "It's been three days now. Every time you shout that Lu Yao harmed you. Ming'er, what exactly happened? Could your injury be because of Lu Yao…"

Lu Ming said, "Mother, it's nothing. You must have misheard."

Lu Ming did not tell Li Ping that it was Lu Yao and the Grand Elder who did it, because Li Ping did not practice martial arts; telling her would only put her in danger.

Li Ping hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ming'er, from now on you must not call Lu Yao by her name in front of others. Two days ago, Lu Yao awakened a fifth-grade bloodline and also opened a divine-grade meridian. Now she has been recognized by the Elder Hall. At the clan meeting two months from now, she will take charge of the Lu Clan and become its leader. Calling the clan leader by her name might be considered disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take charge of the Lu Clan? She wishes."

Lu Ming let out a low, furious roar. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth ground together with a grating sound, as if he would break them, and blood began to flow.

Six years ago, after word spread that Lu Ming's father had been killed, the Lu Clan had been managed by the Elder Hall, and no new clan leader had been appointed.

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Li Ping was terrified and at a loss. She simply held Lu Ming's head, tears streaming down, and said, "Ming'er, don't scare your mother. I've already lost your father; I can't lose you too."

"Father... where are you? Ming'er believes you are not dead. But now, I am powerless, and even the position of clan leader is about to be lost."

Lu Ming tightly gripped a pendant hanging around his neck. He gripped it so hard that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood seeped out continuously.

This pendant, cast from bronze and the size of a broad bean, had been sent back from outside by Lu Ming's father just before his accident. For these six years, Lu Ming had worn it constantly.

The blood from his palm seeped out and flowed onto the bronze pendant.

Hum!

Suddenly, the bronze pendant trembled slightly and became scorching hot.

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant vibrated once, then turned into fine powder. It drilled into Lu Ming's palm and disappeared into his hand.

Then, Lu Ming felt a burning energy travel from his palm up along his arm, and after a while, it settled in the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows.

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

Suddenly, a great roar sounded in Lu Ming's mind, making his brain buzz.

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

The roar continued to echo in Lu Ming's mind. Then, a scorching aura started from his Yintang point and surged toward his spine.

The next moment, the roar disappeared, but a tingling numbness spread from his spine, and his entire body became burning hot.

"What's happening?"

Lu Ming was completely baffled.

At that moment, the numbness on his spine grew even more intense, as if something was slowly growing there.

"Ming'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother."

Feeling the abnormality in Lu Ming, Li Ping grew even more frightened and became at a loss.

"Bloodline rebirth? Could I really be undergoing a bloodline rebirth?" Lu Ming wondered inwardly.

Ancient texts recorded that very few people, after having their bloodline stripped or damaged for other reasons, could experience bloodline rebirth and grow a new bloodline.

However, most reborn bloodlines were of very low grade and of little use.

Yet there were an extremely rare few who could rise after destruction, emerge from the cocoon, ascend from ruin, transcend the past, and awaken a supreme bloodline.

But the probability was so minuscule it could be ignored—ancient texts recorded only a handful of cases throughout history.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline—Lu Ming didn't dwell on that; after all, the chance was too slim. He would be overjoyed just to awaken any bloodline.

With a bloodline, he could train in martial arts and change his fate.

At that moment, the peculiar sensations on his body slowly faded. Lu Ming smiled and said, "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young master, it's wonderful that you're all right. These past few days, you scared us to death!"

Just then, a young girl walked over and said.

The girl was about the same age as Lu Ming and was extremely beautiful.

Of course Lu Ming recognized her. Her name was Qiu Yue, Li Ping's personal maid, and she had grown up alongside him.

"Qiu Yue, I'm fine. Don't worry!"

Lu Ming said with a smile.

Then Lu Ming swept his gaze around and his expression suddenly changed. "Mother, where is this? This isn't the Lu Clan's main residence!"

Lu Ming's father had been the former clan leader of the Lu Clan, and they had always lived in the main residence. But this place was not that.

"Ming'er, focus on recovering from your injuries. Don't overthink things!" Li Ping said, but the fleeting sorrow and glistening tears in her eyes were caught by Lu Ming.

"Mother, what exactly is going on?" Lu Ming asked.

"Young master, let me tell you. We were kicked out. Lu Yao said she was about to become clan leader and rightfully should move into the main residence, while we were no longer qualified to stay there, so she ordered us to move out."

Standing nearby, Qiu Yue gritted her silver teeth and recounted the matter, her pretty little face burning with anger.

"What? Lu Yao, you go too far!" Lu Ming roared.

"You waste, what are you yelling about? Having a place to stay is already a favor to you—why aren't you grateful?"

Just then, a voice sounded from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open as a young man stepped in.

"Lu Chuan, it's you!"

Lu Ming shouted angrily. This man was named Lu Chuan, Lu Yao's biological older brother, and he was a bit older than Lu Ming.

"Lu Chuan, we've already left the main residence. Why are you still here?"

Li Ping said, instinctively stepping in front of Lu Ming as if afraid Lu Chuan might harm him.

"I've come to take the sword!"

With that, Lu Chuan's eyes swept around the room. When they landed on a treasured sword beside the bed, his eyes lit up. He immediately walked over and grabbed the sword in his hand.

"Lu Chuan, this sword is the only keepsake left by Ming'er's father, meant for Ming'er in the future. You can't take it away!"

Li Ping quickly reached out to snatch it back.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan exerted his strength and shook the scabbard, releasing a burst of power. Li Ping was not a martial artist, so she could not withstand it. Her body stumbled backward, nearly falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming shouted.

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