Chapter 539: Full Biju Transformation Returns

The sun was setting in the west, the sky filled with rosy clouds.

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

The young man was rather thin, his face slightly pale and delicate in features.

The girl wore a pure white long dress, her skin like jade, her features incredibly beautiful.

The girl rested her head on the young man's shoulder, and under the setting sun, they looked like a pair of immortal lovers.

"Yao'er, I really wish we could be like this forever!" The young man said softly, a happy smile overflowing on his face.

"Ming-gege, of course we can. We promised to be together for life and for all eternity."

The girl revealed a happy smile.

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

Watching the smile on Lu Yao's face, Lu Ming's gaze became even gentler. He took her soft, boneless jade hand and said, "Yao'er, although my meridians are blocked and I cannot condense true qi, as long as I can awaken my bloodline, the Elders' Hall will buy spirit medicine to clear my meridians. Then I can cultivate."

"I will definitely become a martial arts powerhouse and protect you for your whole life."

"Thank you, Ming-gege."

Lu Yao's eyes showed a moved expression, and she added, "Ming-gege, did a pulse-measurer really test you before and say that you inherited your father's bloodline?"

"Yes, Yao'er, so your future man will definitely be a strong one." Lu Ming flashed a confident smile.

Lu Yao smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass on the stone table. Inside the glass was the famous Blood Tongue Orchid wine, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao quickly pecked Lu Ming on the cheek, her face blushing, then raised the wine glass and said, "Ming-gege, here, this is Yao'er's reward for you."

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

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

The aroma of the wine lingered on his tongue; Lu Ming's heart was as sweet as the wine's fragrance, but the next moment he felt the world spinning.

"Yao'er, why do I feel dizzy? This wine of yours..."

Lu Ming steadied himself on the stone table and looked at Lu Yao, but at that moment he noticed that her expression had turned cold.

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Yao'er spent three years with you just to nurture the 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.

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, it exploded 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 cold gaze stabbed into Lu Ming's heart like daggers. He let out a roar and lunged at her.

But Lu Yao merely stepped back, and he fell to the ground.

"Duanmu Lin of the Profound 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 he is one of the four geniuses of the Profound Origin Sword Sect. And you? Sickly, with blocked meridians. To put it bluntly, you're nothing but trash. Even if you awaken your bloodline, you'll still be trash. Can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"A genius like that is the right match for me, Lu Yao. To marry 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.

Thump!

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

Ah!

A bone-piercing pain instantly flooded Lu Ming's spine. Lu Ming roared, his voice full of loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming sank into boundless darkness.

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

Lu Ming let out a loud roar and abruptly sat up on the bed, pressing down so hard that the nanmu bed groaned with a creak.

Lu Ming was drenched in sweat, his face pale. At first, he thought he had had a nightmare, but quickly realized that this was not a dream—it was something that had already happened.

The scene from a few days ago reappeared in his mind.

Lu Ming was the heir of the main lineage of the Fenghuo Lu Clan; his father was the Clan Leader. Lu Yao was the daughter of the Great Elder of the first branch lineage of the Lu Clan.

The two were of the same clan but different branches. They grew up together, childhood sweethearts, practically inseparable. In private, they had even made vows and pledged themselves to each other.

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

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

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

"Waste!"

That was what Lu Yao had called him. Lu Yao's words from three days ago seemed to still echo in his ears.

Creak!

At that moment, the door was pushed open. A frail middle-aged woman walked in, looked at Lu Ming on the bed, and asked with concern, "Ming'er, have you had 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, had gone out to look for him and saved him; otherwise, Lu Ming would have died.

Ever since news came six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling abroad, he and Li Ping had depended on each other.

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

Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat by his bed, felt his forehead, and said with heartache, "It's been three days. Every time you shout that Lu Yao harmed you. Ming'er, what exactly happened? Could your injuries be because of Lu Yao..."

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

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

Li Ping hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ming'er, from now on, you cannot call Lu Yao by name in front of others. Two days ago, Lu Yao awakened a fifth-grade bloodline and also opened a divine-grade meridian. She has now gained the approval of the Elder Council. At the clan meeting two months from now, she will take charge of the Lu Clan and become the Clan Leader. Calling the Clan Leader by name would likely be considered disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take charge of the Lu Clan? Over my dead body!"

Lu Ming let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth grinding and cracking as if they would shatter, blood seeping out.

After rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed, for the past six years the Lu Clan had been managed by the Elder Council and no new Clan Leader had been established.

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Li Ping was terrified and at a loss. She just hugged Lu Ming's head, tears streaming down, and said, "Ming'er, don't frighten your mother. I have 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 gripped tightly a pendant hanging around his neck. He was holding it so hard that his nails dug into his flesh, blood seeping 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 through a messenger before the incident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him.

The blood seeping from his palm flowed toward the bronze pendant.

Buzz!

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

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant vibrated and then disintegrated into tiny particles, which drilled into his palm and disappeared into his hand.

Then, Lu Ming felt a scalding energy surge from his palm, travel up his arm, and after a moment, settle in the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows.

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

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

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Reborn!"

The roaring continued repeatedly in Lu Ming's mind. Then, a burning wave of energy surged from between his eyebrows into his spine.

The next moment, the roar vanished, but on his spine, a tingling numbness spread, his whole body becoming searing hot.

"What's happening?"

Lu Ming was completely baffled.

At this moment, the numbness on his spine intensified, as if something was slowly growing.

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

Feeling the abnormality in Lu Ming's body, Li Ping grew even more frightened, at a loss.

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

Ancient texts recorded that only very few people, after having their bloodline stripped or damaged for other reasons, could undergo Bloodline Rebirth, growing a new bloodline.

But most reborn bloodlines were low in rank and useless.

However, there were extremely rare individuals who could break down to rebuild, emerge from the cocoon, rise from destruction, transcend the past, and awaken a supreme bloodline.

But the odds were so small they could be ignored; ancient texts recorded only a few cases in history.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline—Lu Ming didn't think about that; the probability was too small. He would be overjoyed just to awaken any bloodline.

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

At that moment, the strangeness in his body slowly faded. A smile appeared on Lu Ming's face, and he said, "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young master, it's so good that you're fine! You've scared us to death these past few days!"

At that moment, a young girl walked over and spoke.

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

Lu Ming naturally recognized her. Her name was Qiuyue, Li Ping's personal maid, and she had grown up with him since childhood.

"Qiuyue, 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 family's main residence!"

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

"Ming'er, focus on recovering from your injuries, don't worry too much!" Li Ping said, but the fleeting grief and tears in her eyes were still caught by Lu Ming.

"Mother, what exactly happened?" Lu Ming asked.

"Young master, let me explain. We were driven out. Lu Yao said she was about to become the family head and deserved to move into the main residence, so we were no longer qualified to stay there and were forced to move out."

Beside them, Qiuyue gritted her silver teeth and said, her pretty little face filled with anger.

"What? Lu Yao, you've gone too far!" Lu Ming roared.

"You waste, what are you yelling about? Having a place to stay is already a favor to you. Shouldn't you be grateful?"

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

"Lu Chuan, it's you!"

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

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

Li Ping said, subconsciously stepping in front of Lu Ming as if afraid that Lu Chuan would harm him.

"I've come to take the sword!"

After saying that, Lu Chuan scanned the room with his eyes. When he spotted a sword by the bedside, his eyes lit up. He immediately walked over, reached out, 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!"

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to grab it back.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan applied force, shook the scabbard, and a burst of power erupted. Li Ping was not a cultivator, so she couldn't withstand it. She stumbled backward, nearly falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming shouted.

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