Chapter 1138: The Pregnant Mother Is Terrifying

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

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

The boy was slight of build, his complexion somewhat pale, his features delicate.

The girl wore a snow‑white long dress, her skin like jade, her appearance absolutely beautiful.

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

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

"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 Lu Yao.

Gazing at Lu Yao's smile, Lu Ming's gaze grew tender; he took her soft, boneless jade hand and said, "Little Yao, 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 channels, and then I will be able to cultivate."

"I will surely become a martial arts expert and protect you for life."

"Thank you, Brother Ming."

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

"Yes, Little Yao, so the man you marry will surely be a strong one." Lu Ming smiled confidently.

Lu Yao smiled faintly, lifted the stone table's wine cup; inside was the famous Blood Tongue Orchid Wine, exhaling a light fragrance.

Lu Yao swiftly kissed Lu Ming's cheek, her face flushing; she raised the cup and said, "Brother Ming, come, Little Yao offers you a drink."

Lu Ming took the cup and said, "Little Yao, you ask me to drink 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 drained it 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.

"Little Yao, why do I feel a little dizzy? Your wine…"

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

"Hahaha, Lu Ming, Little Yao has been with you for three years—just to nurture your veins; the time has come—offer up your bloodline!"

At that moment, a middle‑aged man stepped out from the side—it was Lu Yao's father.

Boom—

Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, it exploded in Lu Ming's mind.

"Little Yao!"

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 crashed to the ground.

"Duanmu Lin of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect cultivated from age six, opened two Divine Veins in half a year, entered the Warrior Realm, reached the Martial Master Realm at nine, and now at 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 awakened your bloodline, you'd still be trash. How could you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

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

These cold words issued from Lu Yao's mouth.

Pop!

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 bellowed, suddenly sitting up from the bed; the nanmu‑made bed creaked with a 'gee—' sound.

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—it had really happened.

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

Lu Ming, heir to the main lineage of the Lu family of Feng Huo City; his father is the head of the Lu family. Lu Yao, meanwhile, is the daughter of the Lu family's first branch Grand Elder.

They shared the same ancestry but different branches, growing up together from 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 power, 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 name for him; her words from three days ago still echoed in his ears.

Creak!

Then the door was pushed open, and a frail‑bodied middle‑aged woman entered, looking at the bedridden Lu Ming and asking anxiously, "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 for Lu Ming's safety, went out to search and rescued him; otherwise Lu Ming would have died.

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

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 sorrowfully, "It's been three days; you keep shouting that Lu Yao harmed you, Ming'er—what's going on? Could your injury be because of Lu Yao..."

Lu Ming replied, "Mother, nothing's wrong; you misheard."

Lu Ming did not tell Li Ping that Lu Yao and the Grand Elder were behind it, for Li Ping does not practice martial arts, and informing her would only endanger her.

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 opened a Divine‑level Meridian, gaining the Elder Hall's approval. At the clan meeting in two months she will take charge of the Lu family and become its head; to call the head's name outright would be seen as disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take over the Lu family? She can forget about it."

Lu Ming let out a low angry roar, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched and creaking, his teeth about to shatter, 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, and no new Family Head has been appointed.

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Li Ping was terrified and at a loss, merely holding Lu Ming's head, tears continuously flowing, 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 cannot be kept."

Lu Ming tightly grasped the pendant on his neck; due to too much force, his nails dug into his flesh, blood continuously seeping out.

This pendant, cast in bronze, the size of a pea, was sent back by someone entrusted before Lu Ming's father's accident; 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, upon a shock, turned into fine powder that drilled into his palm and vanished inside.

Next, Lu Ming felt a scorching energy from his palm, up along his arm, and after a while it settled in 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.

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

"Nine Dragons Immortal, Bloodline Rebirth!"

The continuous roars kept echoing in Lu Ming's mind; afterward, a scorching breath originated from the center of his brow 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.

"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 was slowly growing.

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

Sensing the abnormality on Lu Ming's body, Li Ping became even 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 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 an ultimate bloodline.

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

Transcending the past and awakening an ultimate bloodline, Lu Ming didn't even think about it, since the odds were too tiny; he would be very happy just to awaken a bloodline.

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

At this time, the abnormal condition on his body gradually faded, Lu Ming's face showed a smile, and he said: "Mother, I'm fine!"

"Young Master, it's great that you're fine; 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, don't worry!"

Lu Ming smiled and said.

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.

"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, and thus should move into the Main Residence, but we lack the qualification to continue living there, so they made us move out."

At the side, Qiu Yue clenched her silver teeth and spoke out, her pretty little face filled with anger.

"What? Lu Yao, you're going too far!" Lu Ming roared.

"You good-for-nothing, what are you shouting for? Having a place to live is already a favor to you; why aren't you 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's name was Lu Chuan, Lu Yao's 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, 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 around; upon seeing a precious sword by the bedside, 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, to be kept for Ming'er's use; you cannot take it away."

Li Ping hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Get out of the way!"

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

"Mother!" Lu Ming shouted.