Chapter 1136

The setting sun sank westward, and rosy clouds filled the sky.

Outside Feng Huo City, on Cui Yun Peak, there was a stone table with stone stools beside it, where a young boy and girl leaned against each other.

The boy was slight of build, his face somewhat pale, his features delicate and handsome.

The girl wore a snow‑white robe, her skin like jade, her beauty unsurpassed.

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

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

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

The girl's face lit up with a happy smile.

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

Looking at the smile on Lu Yao's face, Lu Ming's gaze became even gentler, grasping Lu Yao's soft, boneless jade hand, he said: "Yao'er, although my meridians are blocked and I cannot condense true qi, as long as I can awaken my bloodline, then the Elder Hall will purchase spiritual medicine to clear my meridians, and then I will be able to cultivate."

I will surely become a strong martial artist and protect you for a lifetime.

Thank you, Brother Ming.

Lu Yao's eyes showed a moved expression, and she said again: "Brother Ming, there really was a pulse tester who tested before, 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 alcohol cup; the cup contained the famous Blood Tongue Orchid Alcohol, emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao swiftly kissed Lu Ming's face, her cheeks blushing, she lifted the alcohol cup and said: "Brother Ming, come, Yao'er rewards you."

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

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

The alcohol fragrance lingered on his tongue; Lu Ming's heart felt as sweet as the fragrance, but the next moment he felt somewhat dizzy.

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

Lu Ming leaned on the stone table, looking toward Lu Yao, but at this moment he noticed Lu Yao's face was a bit cold.

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Lu Yao has been with you for three years, just to nurture your meridians; the time has arrived, contribute your bloodline!"

At this 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 Lu Yao's eyes were full of coldness.

"Why? I love you so much!"

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

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

"Duanmu Lin of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect cultivated from age six, half a year later cleared two Divine Veins, entering the Warrior Realm; at nine he entered the Martial Master Realm; now sixteen, he is one of the Four Great Talents of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. As for you, weak and sickly, with blocked meridians, frankly you are just trash; even if you awakened your bloodline, you would still be trash—how could you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"Such a talent is truly a good 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 appeared in his hand, and he shouted: "Lu Ming, offer up your bloodline!"

Ah!

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

Gradually, Lu Ming sank into boundless darkness.

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

Lu Ming let out a loud roar, 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 quickly he realized it was not a dream but an actual event that had happened.

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

Lu Ming, the heir of the main lineage of the Lu Family, his father is the Family Head of the Lu Family; and Lu Yao, the daughter of the Grand Elder of the first branch of the Lu Family.

They shared the same ancestry but different branches, growing up together since childhood, childhood sweethearts; they could be said to be inseparable, and in private they had even sworn vows of eternal love, pledging to marry each other.

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

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

Lu Ming clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Trash!

This is how Lu Yao addressed him; her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Squeak!

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a weak-bodied middle-aged woman entered; looking at Lu Ming on the bed, she asked 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 rescued 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, touching his forehead, and said with heartache: "It's been three days; every time you shout that Lu Yao harmed you, Ming'er, what exactly is going on? Could it be that your injury is 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; telling her would only harm her.

Li Ping hesitated a moment, then said: "Ming'er, from now on, in front of others you must not directly call Lu Yao's name; two days ago, Lu Yao awakened a Level 5 Bloodline and also cleared a Divine-level Meridian, and has already received recognition from the Elder Hall; at the clan assembly two months from now, she will take charge of the Lu Family and become its head; to directly address the Family Head by name would likely be considered disrespectful."

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

Lu Ming let out a low growl, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth gritted and creaking, his teeth about to break, blood flowing out.

Lu Ming's father was rumored to have been killed by someone 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 Lu Ming's head, tears streaming down, she said: "Little Ming, don't scare Mother, Mother has already lost your father; I cannot lose you too."

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

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

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

Blood seeping from his palm flowed toward the bronze pendant.

Buzz!

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

Before Lu Ming could react, the bronze pendant shuddered and turned into fine powder that drilled into his palm, disappearing inside.

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

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

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

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The continuous roars kept echoing in Lu Ming's mind; then a scorching breath emanated from the brow and surged toward his spine.

The next moment, the roars ceased, but a tingling numbness spread along his spine, his whole body becoming scorching hot.

"What's going on?"

Lu Ming was completely at a loss.

At this point, the tingling numbness on his spine intensified, as if something were slowly growing.

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

Sensing Lu Ming's abnormality, 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 having their bloodline stripped away or damaged for other reasons, can undergo Bloodline Rebirth, regrowing a bloodline.

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

But also an extremely few individuals 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 small it can be neglected; ancient texts record that there have hardly ever been any such cases.

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

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

Then the abnormal sensations gradually faded, Lu Ming's face showed a smile, and he said: "Mother, I'm fine!"

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

Then 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, don't worry!"

Lu Ming smiled and said.

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 Family Head of the Lu Family; they used to live in the Lu Family Main Residence, but this is not it.

"Little Ming, rest and recover, 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 Family Head, rightly entitled to reside in the Main Residence, while we had no right to keep living there, so they made us move out."

At the side, Qiu Yue clenched her silver teeth and spoke out, her pretty 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 live is already a favor to you; why aren't you grateful?"

Just then, a voice sounded 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 older brother of Lu Yao, a bit 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 fearing Lu Chuan might harm Lu Ming.

"I've come to take the sword!"

After speaking, Lu Chuan's eyes scanned the area; upon seeing the 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 Little Ming's father, meant for Little Ming to use in the future; you cannot take it."

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Get lost!"

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

"Mother!" Lu Ming bellowed.