Chapter 543: You Do It

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

Outside Windfire City, on Cuiping 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, with delicate features.

The girl wore a pure white long dress, her skin like jade, her appearance extremely 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 truly wish I could stay like this forever!" The young man said softly, his face filled with a happy smile.

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

A happy smile appeared on the girl's face.

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

Looking at Lu Yao's smiling face, Lu Ming's gaze became even more tender. He held Lu Yao's soft, delicate 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 purchase spiritual medicine to dredge my meridians, and then I can cultivate."

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

"Thank you, Ming gege."

A look of emotion appeared in Lu Yao's eyes, and she added, "Ming gege, did the 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 smiled confidently.

Lu Yao smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass on the stone table—inside was the famous Blood-tongue Orchid Wine, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao quickly kissed Lu Ming on the cheek, her face blushing, then lifted the glass and said, "Ming gege, here, Yao'er rewards you."

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

With that, he raised the glass and drank it all in one go.

The fragrance of the wine lingered on his tongue; Lu Ming's heart was as sweet as the wine's aroma. But then, he felt the world spin around him.

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

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

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Yao'er kept you company 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.

Boom!

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

"Yao'er!"

Lu Ming looked at Lu Yao in disbelief, but in her eyes there was nothing but coldness.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's cold gaze was like sharp knives stabbing into Lu Ming's heart. 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 Mystic Yuan Sword Sect started cultivating at six, opened two divine meridians in half a year and stepped into the Warrior realm, and at nine he entered the Martial Master realm. Now at sixteen, he is one of the four great geniuses of the Mystic Yuan Sword Sect. And you? Weak, sickly, with blocked meridians—in short, you're just a waste. Even if you awakened your bloodline, you'd still be a waste. Can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"A genius like that is Lu Yao's true match. To marry into that family, I must awaken a powerful bloodline. Since you love me so much, you might as well fulfill my wish—let your bloodline help me awaken an even stronger one."

The cold voice came from Lu Yao's mouth.

Thud!

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

Ah!

At his spine, an excruciating pain instantly engulfed Lu Ming. He screamed, his voice filled with loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming fell into boundless darkness.

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

Lu Ming let out a great roar and suddenly sat up from the bed, causing the nanmu bed frame to creak under his weight.

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

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

Lu Ming was the main lineage heir of the Lu Clan of Feng Huo Cheng, and his father was the clan leader. Lu Yao was the daughter of the Grand Elder of the first branch lineage.

They were of the same clan but different branches, having grown up together since childhood. They were childhood sweethearts, practically inseparable, and had even secretly exchanged vows and pledged themselves to each other.

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

"Strength—it's all because my strength is insufficient. 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.

Worthless!

That was what Lu Yao had 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 died.

Ever since six years ago, when word spread that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling abroad, he and Li Ping had been living alone together, depending on each other.

Lu Ming looked at Li Ping, his eyes softening. "Mother, it's nothing. Just a dream."

Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat down on the edge of his bed, touched his forehead, and said with a pained heart, "It's been three days. Every time you cry out 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 Lu Yao and the Grand Elder were responsible, because Li Ping did not practice martial arts, and telling her would only put her in danger.

Li Ping hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ming'er, from now on, you must not speak Lu Yao's name directly in front of others. Two days ago, Lu Yao awakened a fifth-rank bloodline and also opened a divine-grade meridian. She has now gained the recognition of the Elder Hall. At the clan assembly two months from now, she will take charge of the Lu Clan and become the clan leader. Directly calling the clan leader by name might be considered disrespectful."

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

Lu Ming let out a low, furious roar. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth ground together with a grating sound, as if they would shatter, and blood seeped out.

Ever since word spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed, the Lu Clan had been managed by the Elder Hall during these six years, and no new clan leader had been established.

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

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

Lu Ming clutched tightly at a pendant hanging around his neck. He gripped it so hard that his nails pierced his flesh, and blood kept seeping out.

This pendant was made of bronze, the size of a broad bean, and had been sent back from outside by Lu Ming's father just before his accident. For six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him.

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

Hum!

Suddenly, the bronze pendant began to tremble slightly and grew scorching hot.

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant shook once and then turned into fine powder, which drilled into Lu Ming's palm and vanished into it.

Then, Lu Ming felt a burning energy travel from his palm up along his arm until it stopped at the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows.

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"

Suddenly, a tremendous roar sounded inside Lu Ming's mind, making his head ring.

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The roar rang out repeatedly in Lu Ming's mind, and then a scorching heat emanated from the Yintang point and surged toward Lu Ming's spine.

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

"What's happening?"

Lu Ming was completely baffled.

At this point, the tingling numbness on his spine grew even more intense, as if something was slowly growing.

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

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

"Bloodline rebirth? Can I really undergo bloodline rebirth?" Lu Ming wondered inwardly.

Ancient texts record that only very few people, after having their bloodline stripped or damaged for other reasons, can undergo bloodline rebirth and regenerate a bloodline.

However, most reborn bloodlines are of very low rank and of no great use.

But there are also extremely rare individuals who can break down to rebuild, emerge from the cocoon like a butterfly, rise from destruction, transcend the past, and awaken a supreme bloodline.

Yet the odds are so small they can be ignored; ancient texts record only a few cases throughout history.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline—Lu Ming didn't dwell on that, as the chance was far too slim. He would be very happy just to awaken any bloodline.

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

At this moment, the strange sensation on his body slowly faded. Lu Ming put on a smile and said, "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young master, it's great that you're okay! 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 extremely beautiful.

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

"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 Family Main Mansion!"

Lu Ming's father had been the former head of the Lu family, and they had always lived in the Lu Family Main Mansion, but this was not it.

"Ming'er, focus on healing and don't think too much!" Li Ping said, but the fleeting sorrow 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 kicked out. Lu Yao said she was about to become the family head and deserved to live in the main mansion, while we were no longer qualified to stay, so she made us move out."

Beside him, Qiu Yue clenched her silver teeth and told the story, her pretty face filled with anger.

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

"You waste, what are you yelling about? Letting you have a place to live is already a favor to you—shouldn't you be grateful?"

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

"Lu Chuan, it's you!"

Lu Ming shouted in anger. This man, named Lu Chuan, was Lu Yao's elder brother and a bit older than Lu Ming.

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

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

"I've come to take the sword!"

With that, Lu Chuan's eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on a precious 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 to use in the future. You can't take it!"

Li Ping quickly reached out to snatch it back.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan exerted force, shaking the scabbard and releasing a burst of power. Li Ping, who had not trained in cultivation, could not withstand it. Her body staggered backward and she nearly fell to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming roared.

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