The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 956 - 957: My Surname Is Ye

The patriarch sitting on the throne looked at the nine golden dragon marks surrounding Ye Mo, and his pupils slightly contracted. He had not expected that the younger generation’s bloodline mutation could reach this level, comparable to his own bloodline power.

"Everyone, please quiet down."

The patriarch waved his hand, and the hall imdiately fell silent. He then said, "Ye Mo, you have condensed nine golden dragon patterns, your bloodline talent is not inferior to mine. You will be significantly nurtured by our clan, are you willing to join our Ancient Azure Dragon Clan?"

"I am willing!"

Ye Mo nodded. Such a good opportunity, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.

"With your bloodline talent, I can imdiately grant you the status of an elder, and even the next Clan Leader could be you, but you must agree to one condition for ."

The patriarch remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuations.

Granting the status of an elder directly, and even the next Clan Leader; if it were anyone else, they would agree without any hesitation.

However, Ye Mo did not appear overly excited, instead, he asked, "What condition?"

"You must change your surna to Zi!"

The patriarch said indifferently.

"What? Change my surna to Zi?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo was thoroughly shocked and said firmly, "Impossible. My surna is Ye, and it will never change."

"Ye Mo, your bloodline power is so perfect, it must be the perfect inheritance of our Ancient Azure Dragon Blood. You can be said to be 100% a mber of our Ancient Azure Dragon Clan. What’s wrong with taking after your mother’s surna? As long as you change your surna to Zi, follow our clan’s surna, you will unquestionably be the next Clan Leader, and no one can change that."

The patriarch continued to pressure and entice him.

"Patriarch, I appreciate your kindness, but there is no way I will change my surna."

Ye Mo responded calmly.

"Ye Mo, mind your tone."

One of the elders stood up and said coldly, "Being able to beco the Clan Leader of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan is an honor among the renowned strong people of the continent. If you are appointed as the next Clan Leader, it ans our clan will fully nurture you. It’s just a surna, is it really that important?"

"If it’s not that important, why are you forcing to change my surna?"

Ye Mo laughed coldly and then said, "Though my father might seem insignificant in front of you all, I am proud to bear his surna."

"Ye Mo, if you don’t change your surna, even if you condense nine dragon patterns, you won’t be considered a legitimate mber of our clan, and it will be difficult for you to receive substantial cultivation."

The patriarch continued to speak, attempting to change Ye Mo’s mind.

"Patriarch, apart from this, I can consider any other conditions. Now that my father is dead, my only relative is my mother, who is a mber of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan. I will naturally wholeheartedly work for the clan."

Ye Mo was resolute, unmoved in the slightest, even if the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan gave up on nurturing him, he would never change his surna.

"This Ye Mo is truly ungrateful. Does he think that condensing nine dragon marks makes him unafraid of the patriarch’s gaze?"

"The patriarch has already asked him kindly multiple tis, and he still won’t give face."

"Young people, always so proud."

So elders started to discuss among themselves again.

At this ti, Zixing also stood up, and said indifferently, "Ye Mo, don’t be ungrateful. We have so many elders here, giving you enough face. If you don’t change your surna, we can fully disown your status as a bloodline awakening genius; which ans, your mother’s offense still stands, and I will imdiately bring the Law Enforcent Elder to arrest your mother."

"Elder Zixing, have you no sha?"

Ye Mo imdiately burst into angry scolding: "With so many elder seniors, you’re pressuring a junior like ? If one day so strong figure pressures you, would you be willing to change your surna?"

"How daring!"

In front of so many people, Ye Mo yelled at him, causing him to lose face: "It seems we cannot accept such a talent, even though Zi Aotian’s bloodline talent is not as strong as his, but his cultivation is far superior, and he is very humble. He is always respectful to us elders."

"If others respect an inch, I will respect them a foot. As for this Zi Aotian you speak of, although I do not know who he is, in my view, he is rely so-so."

Ye Mo said coldly.

So elders admired Ye Mo’s attitude greatly, while others thought Ye Mo was too arrogant.

"Grandfather, is this really the genius they say condenses nine dragon marks? His talk is so big."

Just as Ye Mo finished speaking, a girl’s voice, as clear as a silver bell, rang into the hall.

Subsequently, Ye Mo saw a young girl, transforming into a streak of light, appearing directly beside the throne. The patriarch, seeing the girl co by, showed a gentle smile on his face.

This girl had her hair tied in a ponytail, appearing extrely sweet, with delicate brows, rosy lips, skin like snow, and especially bewitching ruby-like eyes.

She wore a white silk dress, with a tall slender figure, graceful and charming, a true little beauty.

"Little Xuan, why have you co to the Longwen Hall, weren’t you supposed to be on a mission?"

Seeing this girl, the patriarch also revealed a kind expression.

"I heard a genius with nine condensed dragon patterns erged in our clan, and I wanted to see what kind of person he was, to warrant all the elders gathering together."

The girl, whom the patriarch called Little Xuan, was Zi Xuan, the granddaughter of the patriarch, not yet even eighteen years old, from the third generation of the family.

This girl was the daughter born in the patriarch’s later years, deeply cherished among the elders’ council from birth, destined to condense seven dragon patterns, a favored child of heaven.

When she arrived at the hall, she overheard Ye Mo’s remarks and stord in angrily. Zi Aotian had always been her idol, so she was naturally furious at Ye Mo’s words.

"This is Ye Mo, who has condensed nine dragon patterns. You two should get to know each other well."

The patriarch smiled with narrowed eyes, making it hard to discern his thoughts.

"But with the strength of the Third Rotation of Qiankun, he talks so big. Do you know my brother Aotian’s cultivation level?"

With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, Zi Xuan sized up Ye Mo and said.

"I don’t know!"

Ye Mo shook his head.

"He now possesses First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation strength, not yet twenty years old, and has reached the First Transformation. Even if your bloodline talent is strong, you are far inferior to him."

Zi spread her hands, looking innocent, but invisibly dealt a strong blow to Ye Mo.

"Zi Xuan, how can you speak to Ye Mo this way? Ye Mo is young, and it’s normal his cultivation is not as strong as Aotian’s."

The patriarch worried that Zi Xuan might leave a bad impression on Ye Mo. In truth, when discussions about Ye Mo changing his surna arose, he entertained the idea of betrothing Zi Xuan to Ye Mo.

Among the younger generation, only Zi Xuan is most suitable for Ye Mo. Perhaps their offspring could awaken nine dragon patterns.

Even if Ye Mo does not change his surna, their children could directly take Zi Xuan’s surna.