Chapter 1113

The sun sets in the west, and rosy light spreads across the sky.

Outside Feng Huo City, atop Cui Yun Peak, there is a stone table with stone stools, where a young couple leans on each other.

The young man is slight of build, with a somewhat pale complexion and delicate, handsome features.

The girl is dressed in a flowing white gown, her skin like jade, and her beauty is unsurpassed.

The girl leans her head on the boy's shoulder, and in the sunset's light they resemble a pair of immortals.

Yao'er, I truly wish we could be like this forever!" the boy said, his face full of a happy smile, speaking softly.

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

The girl's face showed a happy smile.

The boy's name was Lu Ming, the girl's name was Lu Yao.

Gazing at Lu Yao's smile, Lu Ming's gaze grew gentler as he took her soft, boneless jade hand and said, "Yao'er, although my meridians are blocked and I cannot condense true qi, if I can awaken my bloodline, the Elder Hall will purchase spiritual medicine to clear my meridians, and then I will be able to cultivate."

I will surely become a mighty martial artist and protect you for life.

Thank you, Brother Ming.

Lu Yao's eyes showed emotion, and she said again, "Brother Ming, a pulse tester once examined you—did you inherit your father's bloodline?"

"Yes, Yao'er, so your future husband will surely be a strong one." Lu Ming's face showed a confident smile.

Lu Yao smiled slightly, lifted the stone table's wine cup; the cup contained the famous Blood Tongue Orchid Wine, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao swiftly kissed Lu Ming's face, her cheeks flushing, she raised the wine cup and said, "Brother Ming, come, Yao'er toasts you."

Lu Ming took the wine cup and said, "Yao'er, you ask me to drink a cup of Blood Tongue Orchid Wine every day; I am truly grateful to have you by my side."

Having said that, he raised the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine's fragrance lingered on his tongue; Lu Ming's heart felt as sweet as the aroma, but the next moment he felt a bit dizzy.

"Yao'er, why do I feel a bit dizzy? This wine..."

Lu Ming leaned on the stone table, looked toward Lu Yao, but at this moment he noticed her face was a little cold.

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Yao'er has accompanied you for three years, merely to nurture your meridians; the time has come—offer up your bloodline!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared from the side—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 full of coldness.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's cold gaze was like a series of sharp daggers stabbing into Lu Ming's heart; he let out a loud roar and lunged at her.

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

"Duanmu Lin of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, who began cultivating at six, opened two Divine Veins in half a year and entered the Warrior Realm; at nine he entered the Martial Master Realm, and now at sixteen he is one of the Four Great Talents of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. As for you, weak and sickly with blocked meridians—you are nothing but trash; even if you awakened your bloodline, you'd still be trash. How could you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"Only such a talent is a worthy match for me, Lu Yao; to marry him one must awaken a powerful bloodline. Since you love me so much, why not fulfill me—use your bloodline to help me awaken an even stronger bloodline."

A cold voice issued from Lu Yao's mouth.

Thud—

At this moment, the middle-aged man stepped on Lu Ming's back with one foot, a dagger appearing in his hand, shouting: "Lu Ming, offer up your bloodline!"

Ah—

At the spine, a piercing pain instantly engulfed Lu Ming; he howled, his voice full of loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming sank into boundless darkness.

"Lu Yao, Lu Yunxiong, why do you seize my bloodline!"

Lu Ming let out a loud shout, suddenly sitting up from the bed, the nanmu-made bed creaked.

Lu Ming was drenched in sweat, his face pale; at first he thought it was a nightmare, but he quickly realized it was not a dream but had actually happened.

The scene from several days ago surfaced again in his mind.

Lu Ming, heir of the Lu Family's main line, his father being the Family Head; and Lu Yao, daughter of the Grand Elder of the Lu Family's first branch.

They shared the same ancestry but different branches, growing up together since childhood, childhood sweethearts, inseparable, and in private they had even sworn vows and pledged themselves for life.

Lu Ming never expected that Lu Yao would join the Grand Elder in attacking him to seize his bloodline.

"Strength—everything is because I lack strength; if I had extraordinary talent and great strength, how could they dare treat me this way?"

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

Trash!

This was Lu Yao's term for him; her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Squeak—

At that moment, the door was pushed open and a frail middle-aged woman entered, looking at Lu Ming on the bed and asking with concern, "Ming'er, are you having 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 search and saved him; otherwise Lu Ming would have died.

Since six years ago, when news spread that Lu Ming's father was killed while traveling outside, he has depended on Li Ping for survival.

Lu Ming looked at Li Ping, his gaze softening, and said, "Mother, it's fine, just a dream."

Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat beside his bed, touched his forehead, and said painfully, "It's been three days; you keep shouting that Lu Yao harmed you, Ming'er—what exactly is going on? Could your injury be because of Lu Yao..."

Lu Ming said, "Mother, nothing, you misheard."

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

Li Ping hesitated a moment, then said, "Ming'er, from now on you must not directly call Lu Yao's name in front of others; two days ago Lu Yao awakened a Level 5 Bloodline and also opened a Divine-level Meridian, gaining the Elder Hall's recognition. At the clan gathering in two months, she will take charge of the Lu Family and become its head; to directly address the family head's name would likely be seen as disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take charge of the Lu Family? She wishes!"

Lu Ming let out a low angry roar, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched and grinding, on the verge of shattering, blood flowing out.

Lu Ming's father was rumored to have been killed six years ago; these six years, the Lu Family has been managed by the Elder Hall, with no new Family Head appointed.

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Li Ping panicked, merely holding his head, tears streaming down, she said: "Ming'er, don't scare Mother, Mother has already lost your father; I cannot lose you too."

"Father... where exactly are you? Ming'er believes you won't die. Now, Ming'er is powerless; even the Family Head position may not be held."

Lu Ming tightly gripped the pendant on his neck; using too much force, his nails dug into his flesh, blood continually seeping out.

This pendant, cast in bronze, the size of a pea, was sent back by someone entrusted by Lu Ming's father before his accident; for these six years, Lu Ming has always carried it with him.

Blood seeping from his palm flowed toward the bronze pendant.

Hum!

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

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant shuddered, turning into fine powder that drilled into his palm and vanished.

Next, Lu Ming felt a scorching energy rise from his palm up his arm, after a moment settling at the Yintang acupoint between his brows.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed in Lu Ming's mind, shaking it so that his mind buzzed.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The roars continued, echoing nonstop in Lu Ming's mind; then a scorching breath emanated from the Yintang, surging toward his spine.

The next moment, the roars ceased, but waves of numbness and itch spread from his spine, his whole body turning scorching.

"What's happening?"

Lu Ming was completely at a loss.

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

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

Sensing the abnormality in Lu Ming's body, Li Ping grew more frightened, at a loss what to do.

"Bloodline Rebirth? Could I really undergo Bloodline Rebirth?" Lu Ming wondered.

Ancient texts record that only very few people, after their bloodline is severed or damaged for other reasons, can undergo Bloodline Rebirth, regrowing a bloodline.

However, the regrown bloodline is mostly low-grade and of little use.

But also an extremely few individuals can break and then be reborn, breaking the cocoon to be reborn, rising from destruction, transcending the past, awakening a supreme bloodline.

But this probability is so tiny it can be neglected; ancient texts record that hardly any cases have ever occurred.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline, Lu Ming didn't even think about it—the odds were too slim; he would be thrilled just to awaken a bloodline.

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

Then, the abnormality on his body gradually faded; Lu Ming's face showed a smile as he said: "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young master, it's great you're alright; these past few days you've scared us to death!"

At this moment, a girl walked over and said.

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

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

"Qiu Yue, I'm fine, rest easy!"

Lu Ming smiled and said.

Then Lu Ming glanced around, his expression suddenly changing as he said: "Mother, where is this? This isn't the Lu Family Main Residence!"

Lu Ming's father had formerly been the head of the Lu Family; they used to live in the Lu Family Main Residence, but this place is not it.

"Ming'er, rest and recover, don't overthink!" Li Ping said, but the fleeting sorrow and tears in her eyes were still caught by Lu Ming.

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

"Young master, let me explain: we were driven out; Lu Yao said she would soon become Family Head, rightly entitled to reside in the Main Residence, while we had no qualification to keep living there, so they made us move out."

Beside her, Qiu Yue clenched her silver teeth, speaking out, her pretty little face flushed with anger.

"What? Lu Yao, you're bullying people too much!" Lu Ming roared.

"You good-for-nothing, why are you shouting? Having a place to stay is already a favor; shouldn't you be grateful?"

Just then, a voice sounded from outside the door; the door opened and a young man walked out.

"Lu Chuan, is that you!"

Lu Ming shouted angrily; this person was Lu Chuan, the elder brother of Lu Yao, a bit older than Lu Ming.

"Lu Chuan, we've all left the Main Residence; why are you still coming here?"

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

"I came to take the sword!"

Having said that, Lu Chuan's eyes scanned the surroundings; upon seeing a precious sword beside the bed, his eyes lit up, he immediately went over and grabbed the sword in his hand.

"Lu Chuan, this sword is the sole token left by Ming'er's father, meant for him in the future; you cannot take it away."

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to snatch it.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan exerted force; the sword sheath trembled, releasing a burst of power; Li Ping, not a cultivator, could not withstand it, her body staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming bellowed.