When a bloodline becos the very foundation of one’s existence and the bedrock of their strength, the temptation to awaken it is simply irresistible.
At the very least, Feng Liang’s willpower was not nearly enough to resist.
Beyond strength and opportunity, a deep bloodline awakening also relies heavily on a certain feeling.
If you grasp that feeling, everything falls into place. But if you lose it, all your efforts will be for naught.
And a feeling like that can be gone in a flash!
Therefore, even though Feng Liang had looked down on Mo Qi—even hated him—from the very beginning, he now had no choice but to swallow his pride. In a soft, pleading voice, he said, "Brother... Brother Mo, I was blind. My earlier rudeness was my fault, and I apologize. I hope a man of your stature can forgive the transgressions of a lesser man. Please, grant this one chance."
Only soone who had personally experienced the glory and superiority that ca with Bloodline Power—and the insurmountable chasm one had to cross to advance it—could truly understand just how shocking and incredible Mo Qi’s ability was.
No matter how slow on the uptake the Feng Family experts were, even they could see that sothing was happening.
An absurd thought popped into their heads: ’Could Mo Qi really have the ability to help Feng Liang achieve a deep bloodline awakening?!’
There was no other way to explain Feng Liang’s complete one-eighty.
"I’m just a humble mortal. You’re the great young master of the Feng Family, possessor of a special bloodline. I couldn’t possibly have the ability to help soone like you."
As Feng Liang stared at him with desperate, pleading eyes, Mo Qi simply lowered his hands and spoke with deliberate slowness.
Feng Liang was speechless but dared not show it.
He knew Mo Qi was deliberately taunting him, but what could he do besides grit his teeth and bear it?
’It’s my own fault for acting so atrociously when I first arrived,’ he thought.
"Brother Mo, I was wrong, truly wrong! If you help this one ti, I, Feng Liang, will be at your beck and call in the future!"
As he said this, Feng Liang could feel his cheeks burning with sha.
This feeling of eating his own words was truly unbearable.
But Mo Qi wasn’t buying it. He shot Feng Liang a sidelong glance and said, "Talk is cheap."
"I swear!" Feng Liang bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, spitting a mouthful of Essence Blood into the air to make a heavenly oath.
But before he could speak, Mo Qi flicked his sleeve, scattering the Essence Blood.
"?" Feng Liang was utterly baffled.
Mo Qi grinned, revealing a deceptively harmless smile. "Hahaha, I was just joking! Brother Feng, you don’t have to take it so seriously. Co, co, the ground is cold. Get up, quickly."
With a re thought, Mo Qi dispelled the net binding Feng Liang and personally helped him to his feet.
He even ticulously dusted off his clothes and used his True Essence to wash away the bloodstains on Feng Liang’s body.
His "sincere concern" was like that of a dear old brother he’d known for years.
"?" Feng Liang remained completely baffled.
’What is going on?’
’His attitude is changing way too fast!’
’Not even lightning could keep up!’
’Let just try to process this...’
Just as Feng Liang was looking completely dumbfounded and bewildered, Mo Qi swung his hand, as large as a cattail fan. It stirred the very Power of Heaven and Earth before viciously connecting with Feng Liang’s face.
SLAP!
The sound of the slap was so sickening it made everyone’s teeth ache, causing all the Feng Family mbers, including the Immortal Ancestor, to gasp in shock.
Many subconsciously clapped a hand to their own cheek.
Just hearing the sound was enough to make their own faces sting in sympathy.
BOOM!
Feng Liang shot backward like a falling teorite, crashing deep into the ground.
He landed face-first and was driven forward, plowing a deep trench in the earth several yards long.
The mbers of the Feng Family all craned their necks and squinted, unable to bear the sight.
"All done!"
Mo Qi clapped his hands and hopped down from the shattered boulder.
The reason he hadn’t let Feng Liang actually make the heavenly oath was because he knew there were lines that couldn’t be crossed.
Making Feng Liang suffer a little was one thing, but he couldn’t actually go too far.
No matter how highly the Immortal Ancestor thought of him, he was, after all, an outsider.
When faced with a choice between him and Feng Liang, the Feng Family would inevitably choose Feng Liang.
They would absolutely never allow Feng Liang to swear fealty or submit to an outsider.
Mo Qi was sensible enough to understand this.
BUZZZ!
The earth trembled slightly. From the depths of the trench, a dense surge of Qi and Blood Power erupted into the sky.
A massive, abyssal maw materialized in the heavens.
At that mont, all the experts in the Hall of Envoys sensed a wave of Energy that made their hearts pound in their chests.
They simultaneously dropped what they were doing and gazed into the distance, trying to find the source of the Energy.
However, before they could pinpoint its direction, the abyssal maw vanished without a trace.
"Find it! We have to find the exact location of that Energy!"
In the Huangfu Family compound, Huangfu Yu’s expression changed drastically. Ignoring the shocked and suspicious stares of the clan elders, he roared.
"Yu’er, did you sense sothing?" Huangfu Yu’s master, the Huangfu Family’s Immortal, asked with a frown, his voice low.
"A bloodline pressure no weaker than my own... It was incredibly pure and powerful!" Huangfu Yu said, struggling to suppress his unease.
"You all might not have been able to sense it, but I felt it clearly! Just now, the Asura Power within conveyed a flicker of panic!"
"That has never happened before!"
Huangfu Yu’s words plunged the Huangfu Family into a deathly silence.
Soone in the Hall of Envoys had actually awakened a bloodline that even Huangfu Yu felt threatened by.
How was that possible?!
After a long silence, Huangfu Yu’s master asked, "Could it be that kid with the surna Mo from the Mortal District?"
At these words, Huangfu Yu’s expression grew even more grim.
He shook his head. "I don’t know."
"Yu’er, you’re afraid!" Huangfu Yu’s master appeared before him—a middle-aged man whose face was sared with black paint.
This was not a question, but an assertion.
"I... I’m not... I..." Huangfu Yu stamred, flustered.
He tried his best to deny it at first, but under the man’s oppressive gaze, he soon lowered his head in silence.
Yes, though he was reluctant to admit it, Huangfu Yu had to acknowledge that Mo Qi had already left a shadow in his heart.
He had been defeated twice in a row, and each loss was more miserable than the last.
Even though he knew Mo Qi had relied on external power the second ti, wasn’t external power still a part of one’s overall strength?
"Yu’er, do you know how I, your master, beca an Immortal?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
Huangfu Yu was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head.
It was the first ti his master had ever spoken to him in such a gentle tone, and he found it deeply unsettling.
"Back in my day, among my peers, there were far too many who were more talented, had stronger foundations, and possessed firr resolve than I."
"But look around now. All those so-called ’chosen ones’ have long since been washed away by the river of ti."
"Only I, your master, achieved the venerable status of an Immortal. Do you know why?"
Huangfu Yu still shook his head.
"It’s because I was more ruthless than them! I knew how to endure better than them! And I understood how to seize opportunities better than they did!"
"On the path of the Martial Dao, an emotion like ’fear’ is the most useless thing you can have. Once you step onto this Dao, your fate is no longer your own. You live with your life on the line."
"When you’ve already put your life on the line, what is there left to be afraid of?"
"Rember this: victories and defeats along the way are aningless. The only true victor is the one who is still standing at the very end!"
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