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Chapter 560 Only those with a pure heart can control the bloodline of the Greedy Clan

The thick fog was like a huge spider web, trapping the mountains and forests tightly, and every breath of air was filled with dampness and oppression.

The outlines of the trees were looming in the mist, and their shadows were vague, like silent bystanders, spying on this thrilling confrontation.

Pu Chuang stood there like a ghost in the dark night, emitting a cold aura that seemed to be able to freeze the surrounding fog.

There was a faint smile on his face, seemingly gentle, but in fact there was endless coldness in his eyes, like a bottomless cold pond, which made people afraid.

"Ling Ye, do you think you can change all this with your meager power?" Pu Chuang spoke, his voice low and magnetic, but like a sharp barb, every word accurately pierced Ling Ye's vitals.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, his posture relaxed, as if everything in front of him was under his control. "The justice you uphold is nothing but a joke in this cruel world."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of mockery. His gaze was like a sharp scalpel, trying to analyze the fragility deep in Lingye's heart.

As he spoke, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and the fog began to swirl strangely.

Every word Pu Chuang said was like a carefully planted seed, taking root and sprouting in Lingye's heart, gradually weaving into an invisible net that tightly bound Lingye.

This is not only a verbal attack, but also a psychological game. Every word is carefully considered, one link after another, and each step is pressing.

Ling Ye stood still, his robe rustling as if he was fighting against the oppressive atmosphere.

His chest rose and fell violently, and his heavy breaths gushed out, instantly condensing into white mist in the cold air and then dissipating.

Pu Chuang stood not far away, exuding a cold aura, blending in with the depressing environment. There was a faint smile on his face, and that smile was like a cold star in the night sky, cold and calculating.

"Ling Ye, do you think you can escape the arrangement of fate?" Pu Chuang spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like a blunt knife rubbing on a rough stone slab.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of contempt, and slowly walked towards Ling Ye step by step. Each step was taken very slowly, as if he was measuring Ling Ye's fear.

"So what if you were chosen by that spirit bird? In my eyes, you are nothing but a joke of overestimating your own abilities." He spoke while gently shaking his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth becoming more and more obvious. The malice hidden in that smile was like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Lingye's chest rose and fell violently, and his heavy breathing gushed out, condensing into white mist in the cold air.

He stared at Pu Chuang, his eyes burning with anger.

Driven by anger, his pupils began to change subtly.

The originally dark eyes were now covered with a layer of dark red light, which was a sign that the blood of the Greedy Clan was gradually awakening.

The dark red color spread from the edge of the pupil to the center, like a burning flame devouring the darkness.

The brightness in the pupils continued to increase, as if two stars were about to explode, emitting dangerous light.

With every taunt from Pu Chuang, Ling Ye's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his pulse beat violently against his neck like a rapid drumbeat.

The blood in his veins began to boil, and the primitive power in the Greedy Clan's blood was completely awakened, rushing through his body and making a low roar.

Ling Ye could clearly feel that his breathing was becoming more and more rapid. Every breath he inhaled was like swallowing fire, and his nostrils were filled with hot air.

The nerves behind his ears also became extremely sensitive under this angry emotion. Every word Pu Chuang said was like a sharp needle, piercing his nerve endings.

"Huh, you are so brave!" Pu Chuang suddenly laughed towards the sky. His laughter exploded in the silent forest and startled a flock of flying birds.

He slowly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the mask of pretentious master on his face shattered instantly, revealing the hideousness and madness hidden deep inside.

Pu Chuang came close to Ling Ye, his eyes full of mischief, "Ling Ye, you always say I'm sinister, but you think you're noble?" He tilted his head, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and gestured in the air with his hands, "In this world, who doesn't show off their abilities to survive? Stop pretending."

Ling Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and he stared at Pu Chuang with a sharp gaze, thinking to himself: What tricks is this old man playing again? But he responded coldly: "There is a world of difference between you and me."

Pu Chuang seemed to have heard something funny, he laughed out loud, and slapped his thigh exaggeratedly, "Worlds apart? Don't be ridiculous!" He moved closer to Ling Ye, lowered his voice, but revealed an unquestionable tone, "Do you think you can always uphold the so-called justice? When your Greedy bloodline awakens, you will know what it means to be helpless."

Ling Ye's heart trembled, but his face remained calm. His hand unconsciously pressed the Lingxi blade on his waist. This Lingxi blade was accidentally obtained by him from the forbidden land of the spirit race. The blade exuded a soft light, as if it could sense the owner's emotions. He stared at Pu Chuang and asked, "What do you want?"

Pu Chuang stood up, crossed his arms, and showed a triumphant look on his face, "I just want to see how you, the self-proclaimed righteous leader of the Greed Clan, can be exposed under the power of blood." At this moment, the air around them suddenly became hot, and a gust of wind with the breath of the Greed Clan swept over. Ling Ye's alarm bells rang loudly, he realized that there was something strange hidden in the wind, as if it was echoing the Greed Clan blood in his body.

Seeing this, Pu Chuang's eyes flashed with excitement, "Look, it's started."

Ling Ye gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the power surging in his body, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He knew very well that if he lost control, not only would he be doomed, but he might also bring disaster to his tribe.

Pu Chuang, on the other hand, watched Ling Ye's struggle with interest, like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into his net. "Don't waste your energy. This is your fate that you cannot escape."

Ling Ye took a deep breath and tried his best to concentrate, trying to use his tenacious willpower to fight against the violent power of the Greedy bloodline in his body.

His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of distracting thoughts intertwining and colliding with the primitive impulses in his blood.

Just when his consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, a warm memory penetrated his chaotic thoughts like a ray of light.

That was when he first arrived at Rongxiu Mountain. The rolling mountains were gently wrapped in clouds and mist, like a dream, as if it was a fairyland carefully carved by nature.

A group of Eldar children, like happy little deer, jumped around him and surrounded him, escorting him to the clear stream.

The stream flows gently, and the splashing water sparkles in the sunlight, like a string of crystal pearls.

"Big brother, do you know?" A little girl with twin ponytails blinked her big watery eyes and said crisply, "There is a prophecy in our spirit race that only those with pure hearts can control the bloodline of the Greedy Race."

Lingye squatted down slightly, looking at the children at eye level, his eyes full of gentleness, "So what do you think it means to have a pure heart?"

A little boy scratched his head and said seriously: "I think not bullying others and helping those in need is a sign of a pure heart."

As he spoke, he patted his chest with a look of pride.

Another child rushed to answer: "Yes, yes! And you have to be honest and not tell lies." As he spoke, he nodded vigorously, and the little braid on his head swayed back and forth.

The children talked to each other, and their childish words were like a clear spring, flowing through Lingye's heart.

At that time, he just regarded these words as the innocent thoughts of children, but now they have become a strong support for him to fight against the power of blood.

Recalling these, a surge of power surged in Ambition.

He knew very well that along the way he had always upheld justice and protected the weak, and had never violated his inner principles.

He clenched his teeth, and the spiritual energy around him began to stabilize, forming a confrontation with the blood force in his body.

"I will never be controlled by this bloodline." Ling Ye swore to himself, "I will prove with my actions that I deserve this power." With this belief, he concentrated his mind again and suppressed the crazy bloodline power bit by bit.

Ling Ye's body was shaking violently, his hands tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, his fingertips turned white, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down uncontrollably, hitting the dust under his feet and leaving dark spots.

His breathing was heavy and disordered, and every breath was like a bellows being pulled, making a dull sound.

The power of the Greedy blood in his body was like an enraged beast, rushing around, trying to break through the cage of his will. Ling Ye's eyes were full of pain and struggle, almost despair.

At this critical moment, Lingyu, the auspicious spirit bird of the spirit race, which had been quietly perched on his shoulder, suddenly flapped its wings.

Lingyu's feathers gleamed with a strange glow in the dim light, and its slender neck was raised high, letting out a clear and penetrating cry.

The cry was like a flash of golden lightning, instantly tearing through the oppressive atmosphere as thick as ink.

The sound is as clear as that of ancient chimes being struck. Each note contains great power, and is like new buds breaking through the ground in spring, full of vitality and hope.

The cry of Lingyu carried auspicious power and went straight into Lingye's mind.

The consciousness that was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness was suddenly shaken, as if a stream of clear spring was injected into it, and it became a little more awake in an instant.

Ling Ye only felt a cool force spreading throughout his body along the place where Lingyu landed. The blood that was originally hot enough to burn gradually cooled down, and the surging blood force also stopped briefly.

The chaotic airflow around began to slowly stabilize under the impact of this cry, and the bloody and violent smell in the air also faded away.