Chapter 1147: Human-Shaped Weapon

The setting sun sinks in the west, and rosy clouds fill the sky.

Outside Fenguo City, on Cuiyun 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 face a little pale, with delicate features.

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

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

"Yao'er, I truly wish we could stay like this forever!" the boy says with a happy smile.

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

The girl shows 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 grows tender; he takes her soft, boneless jade hand and says, "Yao'er, although my meridians are blocked and I cannot condense true qi, if I can awaken my bloodline, the elders will buy spiritual medicine to clear my channels, and then I can cultivate."

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

"Thank you, Ming brother."

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

"Yes, Yao'er, so the man you will marry will certainly be a strong one," Lu Ming replies with a confident smile.

Lu Yao swiftly kisses Lu Ming's cheek, her face flushing; she lifts the stone table's wine cup, which contains the famous Blood‑Tongue Orchid wine, giving off a faint fragrance.

Lu Yao again quickly kisses Lu Ming's cheek, blushes, raises the cup and says, "Ming brother, come, Yao'er offers you a drink."

Lu Ming takes the cup and says, "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 spoken, he raises the cup and drains it in one gulp.

The wine's aroma lingers on his tongue, making his heart feel as sweet as the scent, but the next moment he begins to feel dizzy.

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

Lu Ming leans on the stone table, looks at Lu Yao, but notices her face has turned cold.

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

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

Boom!

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

"Yao'er!"

Lu Ming stares at Lu Yao in disbelief, but her eyes are filled only with coldness.

"Why? I love you so much!"

Lu Yao's cold gaze is like a series of daggers piercing Lu Ming's heart; he lets out a loud roar and lunges at her.

But Lu Yao merely steps back slightly, and he crashes to the ground.

"Yuan Xuan Sword Sect's Duanmu Lin began training at six, opened two divine meridians in half a year, entered the Warrior realm at nine, the Master realm at nine, and now at sixteen he is one of the sect's four great geniuses; you, however, are weak and sickly, your meridians blocked—plainly put, you are trash. Even if you awaken your bloodline, you'll still be trash. How can you compare to Duanmu Lin?"

"Such a genius is the proper match for me, Lu Yao. 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 issue from Lu Yao's mouth.

Thud!

At that moment, the middle‑aged man plants a foot on Lu Ming's back, draws a sharp dagger, and shouts, "Lu Ming, offer up your bloodline!"

Ah!

A piercing pain erupts in his spine, overwhelming Lu Ming; he howls, his voice filled with loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

Gradually, Lu Ming sinks into endless darkness.

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

Lu Ming lets out a loud shout, suddenly sits up from the bed, and the nanmu‑made bed creaks.

Lu Ming is drenched in sweat, his face pale; at first he thought it was a nightmare, but he quickly realizes it is not a dream but a reality that has already happened.

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

Lu Ming is the heir of the main branch of the Fenguo Lu clan; his father is the clan head. Lu Yao is the daughter of the great elder of the first branch of the Lu clan.

Though they share the same ancestry but different branches, they grew up together from childhood, inseparable sweethearts, and in private they had even sworn eternal love and pledged themselves to each other.

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

"Strength—everything is because I am weak; if I had extraordinary talent and great power, they would never dare treat me this way."

Lu Ming clenches his fists, his whole body trembles, and his eyes are bloodshot.

Trash!

This is what Lu Yao calls him; her words from three days ago still echo in his ears.

Creak!

At that moment, the door opens and a frail‑looking middle‑aged woman enters, looks at Lu Ming on the bed, and asks anxiously, "Ming'er, did you have another nightmare?"

This beautiful woman is Lu Ming's mother, Li Ping.

Three days ago, Li Ping went out searching for Lu Ming out of concern for his safety, and rescued him; otherwise he would have died.

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

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

Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sits beside his bed, touches his forehead, and says sorrowfully, "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 replies, "Mother, nothing's wrong; you misheard."

Lu Ming did not tell Li Ping that it was Lu Yao and the great elder who did it, because Li Ping does not practice martial arts, and informing her would only endanger her.

Li Ping hesitates, then says, "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 fifth‑tier bloodline and even opened a divine meridian; she has already gained the elders' approval, and at the clan assembly in two months she will take charge of the Lu clan and become its head. To call the head by name outright would be seen as disrespectful."

"What? Lu Yao is going to take over the Lu clan? She'll never manage that!"

Lu Ming let out a low, deep roar, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched and grinding, as if they would shatter, blood flowing out.

After rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed, the Lu Family has been managed by the Elder Hall these six years, with no new family head appointed.

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

"Father... where exactly are you? Minger believes you won't die, but now Minger is powerless, even the family head position may not be kept."

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 before Lu Ming's father's accident; for these six years, Lu Ming has always carried it with him.

Blood seeped from his palm and 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 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 thoughts with a buzzing resonance.

"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 his brow and surged toward his spine.

The next moment, the roars ceased, but a tingling itch spread across his spine, and his whole body became scorching.

"What's going on?"

Lu Ming was completely at a loss.

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

"Minger, 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 having their bloodline stripped or damaged for other reasons, can undergo Bloodline Rebirth, regrowing a bloodline.

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

But there are also extremely rare individuals who 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 records show hardly any cases throughout history.

Transcending the past and awakening a supreme bloodline, Lu Ming didn't think about it—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.

Then the abnormal sensations on his body gradually faded, Lu Ming's face broke into a smile, and 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 spoke.

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.

Then Lu Ming glanced around, his face 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 used to live in the Lu Family Main Residence, but this place is not it.

"Minger, 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, so she should move into the main residence, but we have no right to keep living there, so they made us move out."

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

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

"You trash, what are you shouting for? Having a place to let you stay is already a favor; aren't you grateful?"

Just then, a voice sounded outside the door, the door opened, and a youth walked out.

"Lu Chuan, is that you!"

Lu Ming shouted angrily; this person's name is Lu Chuan, the older brother of Lu Yao, and 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 him.

"I came to take the sword!"

Having said that, Lu Chuan's eyes scanned the surroundings; upon seeing the precious sword beside the bed, his eyes lit up, he immediately walked over and reached out to grab the sword in his hand.

"Lu Chuan, this sword is the sole token left by Minger's father, to be kept for Minger's future use—you cannot take it."

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 staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

"Mother!" Lu Ming roared.