Chapter 1135: Girlfriends Are Meant to Be Sold

The evening sun sets westward, rosy clouds fill the sky.

Outside Feng Huo City, on Cui Yun Peak, there is a stone table; beside it are stone stools, where a young boy and girl lean against each other.

The boy is slightly thin, his complexion a bit pale, his features delicate and handsome.

The girl wears a snow‑white long dress, her skin like jade, her beauty absolute.

The girl rests her head on the boy's shoulder; in the sunset's glow they look like a celestial couple.

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

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

The girl's face showed a happy smile.

The boy's name is Lu Ming; the girl's name is Lu Yao.

Looking at Lu Yao's smile, Lu Ming's gaze grew even gentler as he held her soft, boneless jade hand and said, "Yao'er, although my meridians are blocked and I cannot cultivate true qi, if I can awaken my bloodline, the Elder Hall will buy spirit medicine to clear my channels, and then I can cultivate."

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

"Thank you, Ming brother."

Lu Yao's eyes showed emotion as she added, "Ming brother, a pulse tester once examined you—did you inherit your father's bloodline?"

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

Lu Yao swiftly kissed Lu Ming's cheek, her face flushing; she lifted the stone table's wine cup, which held the famous Blood Tongue Orchid Wine, giving off a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao swiftly kissed Lu Ming's cheek, her face flushed, raised the wine cup and said, "Ming brother, come, Yao'er offers you a drink."

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

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

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

"Yao'er, why do I feel a little dizzy? This wine…"

Lu Ming leaned on the stone table, looking at Lu Yao, but at that moment he noticed her face had turned a little cold.

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

At that moment, a middle‑aged man stepped out 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 stared at Lu Yao in disbelief, but her eyes were nothing but cold.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's cold gaze was like a series of daggers stabbing into Lu Ming's heart; he roared 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 cultivated at six, opened two divine veins in half a year, entered the Warrior Realm, at nine reached the Martial Master Realm; now sixteen, he is one of the sect's Four Great Talents. As for you—weak, sickly, with blocked meridians—you're nothing but trash; even if you awaken your bloodline you're still trash. How can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"Only such a talent is worthy of being my match; to marry him I must awaken a mighty bloodline. Since you love me so much, why not fulfill me—use your bloodline to help me awaken an even stronger one?"

That cold voice came from Lu Yao's mouth.

Thump!

At that moment, the middle‑aged man stepped on Lu Ming's back, a dagger appearing in his hand, shouting, "Lu Ming, offer up your bloodline!"

Ah!

A piercing pain at his spine instantly overwhelmed Lu Ming; he howled, his voice full of loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming sank into endless darkness.

"Lu Yao, Lu Yunxiong, why are you stealing my bloodline!"

Lu Ming shouted loudly, suddenly sitting up from the bed, the nanmu‑made bed creaking 'ga‑ji'.

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 what had actually happened.

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

Lu Ming, the main‑line inheritor of the Lu Family of Feng Huo City, his father being the Family Head of the Lu Family; while Lu Yao is the daughter of the Grand Elder of the Lu Family's first branch.

They shared the same ancestry but different branches, growing up together from childhood—childhood sweethearts, inseparable, even privately swearing eternal vows and promising to marry.

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

"Strength—everything is because I am weak; 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 is what Lu Yao called him; her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Squeak—

Then the door was pushed open, and a frail‑looking 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, worried about Lu Ming's safety, who went out to look for him and saved him; otherwise Lu Ming would already be dead.

Since six years ago, when word spread that Lu Ming's father was killed while traveling abroad, 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 complexion, Li Ping sat beside his bed, touching his forehead, and said achingly, "It's been three days; every time you scream that Lu Yao harmed you, Ming'er—what's going on? Could your injury be because of Lu Yao…"

Lu Ming said, "Mother, nothing's wrong; 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 bring her harm.

Li Ping hesitated, then said, "Ming'er, from now on you must not call Lu Yao's name directly in front of others. Two days ago Lu Yao awakened a Level 5 Bloodline and even opened a Divine‑level Meridian; she has already received the Elder Hall's approval. At the clan assembly in two months she will take charge of the Lu Family and become its head. To address the head by name directly would be seen as disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take over the Lu Family? No way!"

Lu Ming let out a low angry roar, his eyes bloodshot, his jaws clenched so tightly they made a grating sound, his teeth about to shatter, blood flowing out.

Lu Ming's father was rumored to have been killed by someone six years ago, and for 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 was terrified out of her wits, merely holding Ming'er's 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, but now Ming'er is powerless, unable to hold onto the family head position."

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

This pendant, cast of bronze and 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, with a jolt, turned into fine powder that drilled into his palm and vanished inside.

Then Lu Ming felt a scorching energy surge from his palm up his arm, and after a moment it settled at the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed in Lu Ming's mind, shaking his mind with a buzzing hum.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The continuous roars kept echoing in Lu Ming's mind, after which a scorching breath emanated from the Yintang and surged toward his spine.

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

"What's going on?"

Lu Ming was completely at a loss.

At this moment, the numbness and itchiness 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 even more frightened, at a loss what to do.

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

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

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

But an extremely rare few can break and then be established, undergo Cocoon Rebirth, rise from destruction, transcend the past, and awaken 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, since the odds were too slim; he would be thrilled just to awaken any bloodline.

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

At this moment, the strange sensations slowly faded from his body, Lu Ming's face broke into a smile, and he said: "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young Master, it's great that 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, a personal maid of Li Ping who had grown up with him since childhood.

"Qiu Yue, I'm fine, don't worry!"

Lu Ming said with a smile.

Then Lu Ming glanced around, his expression suddenly changed, and he said: "Mother, where is this? This is not the Lu Family Main Residence!"

Lu Ming's father had formerly been the head of the Lu family, and they had always lived in the Lu Family Main Residence, but this place is not it.

"Ming'er, rest and heal your wounds, don't overthink it!" 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 the family head and thus should move into the Main Residence, while we no longer had the qualifications 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 worthless wretch, what are you yelling for? Having a place to live is already a kindness; shouldn't you be grateful?"

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

"Lu Chuan, is that you!"

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

"Lu Chuan, we've already left the Main Residence; what are you doing here?"

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

"I'm here 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 walked over and grabbed the sword in his hand.

"Lu Chuan, this sword is the Sole Token left by Ming'er's father, meant to be kept for Ming'er's future use; you cannot take it away."

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Get lost!"

Lu Chuan exerted force, the sword sheath trembled, and a burst of energy erupted; Li Ping, not a cultivator, could not withstand it, her body staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming bellowed.