Chapter 5737: Nine Grades of Bloodlines
"Brother Long Chen, I'm older than you. Just call me Big Brother Yanfeng. Like I've said before, as long as you're back with the Luo Clan, you're home. You know, when a family grows large, there will inevitably be good and bad individuals. There are all sorts of characters in a big group, but that Luo Shenghui is just a brute. Don't pay any attention to him.
Except for that brute, our Luo family is mostly good. Though a few folks might seem aloof, they have good intentions. Once everyone gets familiar with each other, you'll understand," Yanfeng walked and spoke to Long Chen.
"Thanks for looking out for me, Big Brother Yanfeng. I truly appreciate it."
Long Chen suddenly realized how pleasant it felt to have someone looking after him. Most importantly, this Yanfeng was open-hearted from the first meeting, a rare straightforward person that made Long Chen feel really comfortable.
When they introduced themselves earlier, Yanfeng said he was fifty-three, but Long Chen didn't know how old he was. He definitely was younger than Yanfeng, and Yanfeng didn't hesitate to treat him like a younger brother.
"Long Chen, why is your bloodline fluctuation so weak? Haven't you even condensed a dragon vein?" At this moment, a woman slightly slimmer than Yanfeng spoke.
This woman's name was Luoying. She was more than a head taller than Long Chen; he only reached her shoulders.
Luoying was attractive, a beauty in her own right, but her build was overly strong, lacking the delicate features usually associated with women.
"Ah..."
Long Chen let out a sigh, then recited the tale of his hardships following the script he had worked out with his father.
He spoke of his journey from the mortal realm to the immortal realm, his solitude and struggle for survival among various powers, relying on his tenacious vitality."
Later, after meeting his long-lost father and learning about the Purple Blood Clan's information, Long Chen visited them to establish his identity. It wasn't that he didn't want to condense the Heavenly Vein Dragon Qi; he simply didn't know the method or how to gather it.
Long Chen's pitiable background coupled with his exceptional performance talent deeply moved everyone. A few women even heard his story, their noses tingling and tears welling up, feeling immense sympathy for him.
"Brother, don't be afraid. You're back now, and we'll protect you. No one will bully you anymore," Luoying said, her hand wrapping around Long Chen in comfort.
"Thank you, sister, but your... um, chest is pressing against me," Long Chen said.
"You... you rascal," Luoying exclaimed, immediately pushing Long Chen away. This guy was mischievous.
"Hahaha..."
However, Luoyanfeng and the others burst into laughter.
Long Chen had been instructed by Long Zhantian to keep a low profile when he arrived at the Purple Blood Clan. Despite that, after this laughter, their camaraderie grew stronger. They found Long Chen, though not particularly powerful, incredibly humorous and enjoyable to be around. Moreover, there was nothing about him that provoked a dislike.
"We've arrived."
Suddenly, everyone halted their steps in front of a massive boulder. The boulder was about ten zhang in size and exuded an ancient desolate aura.
The stone was covered in moss, appearing as if it had been abandoned for countless years. Before the stone, there was a small stone platform, about a foot square, featuring a fingertip-sized hollow.
"Long Chen, to avoid suspicion, you need to walk up to that stone platform yourself and drop a drop of refined blood onto the Blood Ignition Stone," Yanfeng explained.
"Alright."
Long Chen nodded and ascended the steps, heading toward the stone platform.
Watching Long Chen's silhouette, someone couldn't help but ask with curiosity, "Guess how many godstone slots Long Chen's Purple Blood will light up?"
"His Purple Blood fluctuation isn't particularly strong. Lighting up five godstone slots would be considered good. You know, the Elder Zichuan's lineage has been in the outside world for too long. Apart from Elder Zichuan, no one else in our lineage can light up six slots," someone replied.
"However, Elder Zichuan is truly powerful. He directly lit up ten slots, matching the strongest bloodlines of Yanfeng Big Brother and our entire Purple Blood lineage. Despite missing the optimal age for advancement, his strength is rapidly increasing, ranking him among the Purple Crown Divine Emperors," another person sighed.
"Long Chen is Elder Zichuan's grandson. If he can inherit half of Elder Zichuan's bloodline power, he could break through to eight slots."
"You can't say it that way; Elder Zichuan's two sons had very average bloodline power."
For a moment, everyone glanced at Long Chen's back and whispered quietly.
"I think Long Chen's bloodline must be strong," Yanfeng said.
"On what basis?"
"No basis, just a gut feeling," Yanfeng responded.
At this moment, Long Chen had already arrived in front of the stone platform. As he approached, he realized that countless ancient runes were inscribed on the platform.
When Long Chen saw these runes, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "Wow, these are the original Jiuli Immortal Script! These inscriptions on the testing platform are in the original Jiuli Immortal Script. What profound heritage!"
"Dad underestimated this. With the support of such a formation, the methods he taught might not necessarily work!"
Long Chen extended his finger, trembling slightly as a drop of purple blood condensed at his fingertip.
"This is already my utmost effort, condensing the faintest trace of Purple Blood." Long Chen gazed at the drop of purple blood, slowly letting it drip into the groove.
As the purple blood dripped into the groove and rushed into the runes, all the runes instantly ignited with a purple flame.
"Buzz."
Suddenly, divine light emerged from the enormous godstone. Once the godstone lit up, Long Chen noticed that it was divided into thirteen slots.
"Buzz buzz..."
One slot after another lit up, quickly surpassing eight slots. At that moment, Yanfeng and the others erupted into cheers. Surpassing eight slots so quickly indicated that Long Chen had a chance to reach ten slots.
The other disciples were also extremely excited. They had only seen this speed in Yanfeng's case. If the Luo Clan could produce two strong individuals of this level, their strength would undoubtedly increase significantly.
"Buzz."
The ninth slot also lit up, and the crowd erupted into cheers once again.
"Buzz."
Immediately after was the tenth slot. The moment the tenth slot lit up, Yanfeng and the others jumped up in excitement.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
However, the joy on their faces quickly froze. The tenth slot flickered and dimmed, eventually fading away.
"How could this be?"
Everyone was stunned.
"Hahaha, I thought the Luo Clan had invited someone really powerful. Turns out it's just a ninth-grade bloodline. Hehe, a ninth-grade bloodline is not bad either. In your Luo Clan's terms, it's worth celebrating," mocking laughter came from afar.
Evidently, someone had gotten wind of the situation and observed from a distance. They chose to mock only after Long Chen failed to reach the tenth slot.
Facing the mockery, Luoying wanted to retort angrily, but Yanfeng held her back. Engaging in an argument would only embarrass Long Chen. Moreover, a ninth-grade bloodline had already exceeded their expectations.
"Dad's move was really strong. He managed to deceive them, huh?"
Long Chen couldn't help but admire his father. He had said he would keep Long Chen at the very top of the top tier, and that was exactly where Long Chen found himself now.
"A ninth-grade bloodline already qualifies as a core disciple. Let's go, I'll take you to receive the benefits of being a core disciple," Yanfeng wrapped his arm around Long Chen's shoulder and walked outside.
However, their path was blocked ahead by people wearing the Mo family attire. Seeing them, Long Chen chuckled – it was the Mo family.
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