I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"You must be the Elder of the Soul Hall who invited me here. I didn't expect you to be so young. If you are so young, why are you called Elder? Or is it intentional, or are you trying to act young?"

Fang Yu looked at the black-robed youth in front of him, who was only in his twenties, and said with a smile.

The black-robed youth in front of him was at most a year or two older than him, but his aura had already reached the Dou Zun level. One could imagine how terrifying this person's talent was. If one only looked at his face, of course, it was also possible that the other party was a member of the Soul Clan.

It's quite normal for someone with the bloodline of a Dou Di to cultivate so quickly, so Fang Yu wasn't too surprised.

"I am not a member of the Soul Palace, but a member of the Soul Clan. I am just curious as to why you are able to cultivate so quickly. Could it be that the Dou Di bloodline within you has awakened? If it has, then it is of great research value. I must take you back to my clan to study you carefully and see if the bloodline within you has truly awakened?"

The black-robed youth's sinister words caused a slight change in the senior brother's expression. Just as he had guessed, the youth in front of him was indeed a member of the Soul Clan, and not simply someone from the Soul Palace.

"So you really are a member of the Soul Clan. I knew it! How could the Soul Palace possibly have such a young elder? It seems you, from the Soul Clan, have already taken notice of me. That's quite unexpected and surprising! But shouldn't you be hiding in the shadows, guarding against the Ancient Clan? Why are you interested in causing me trouble? If you're going to cause me trouble, aren't you afraid that another race will come after you? After all, there was an agreement. Of course, they might not actually help me, or they might just want to use you to see what's behind me. After all, I'm the one who ruined their plans, so they'll definitely try every means to deal with me. I just didn't expect them to use a borrowed knife to kill someone. Using a borrowed knife to kill someone is indeed quite good, quite effective. If used well, it can eliminate one or two powerful enemies and many hidden dangers without lifting a finger. For example, me. For example, I am a huge hidden danger between your two races, whether it's your race or that race..." "I understand that none of them will allow me to live. However, that clan cannot attack me due to their oath, so they could only tell you about me. And you are interested in me, which is why you couldn't wait to send people to deal with me, right? But is it possible that you alone cannot defeat me? With your limited strength, trying to deal with me is pure wishful thinking, an unrealistic endeavor. So, don't even think about it. Just go back obediently. Don't think you can deal with me with such meager skills. That's pure wishful thinking, an impossible and unachievable thing. With your abilities, trying to deal with me is completely unrealistic. So, to avoid humiliating yourselves, I advise you to go back where you came from and stop wasting your breath talking to me."

The senior brother's words made the black-robed man smile, a very bright smile, as if he hadn't smiled in a long time. He nodded and said...

"All you've said is to tell me not to attack you, because it's pointless. What does that mean? It means you're afraid, more afraid than anyone else. You're afraid we'll attack you because you know how powerful we are, so you don't dare let us. Once we do, you'll face death, or at least be taken back to your tribe. Am I right? So, are you going to obediently come back with me now, or should I take you back myself? If you come back obediently, you might not suffer much. But if you resist, I can only say one thing: you're courting death. I will never let you off easily. I will make you taste the most painful punishment in the world, and make you understand how foolish your race was to dare offend us."

"Alright, alright, stop wasting your breath. All this nonsense is just an attempt to make me surrender, but that's obviously impossible. If your race were truly that powerful, you wouldn't have been utterly humiliated by the race behind me, cowering in a corner, too afraid to provoke me. So stop wasting your breath on me; it's pointless. It's all just bluffing. You're too cowardly to make a move. If you attack now, you might have some guts; if you don't, you're truly a coward, a coward who only knows how to bluff. So, stop wasting your breath and get to work. Let me see just how powerful and capable your Soul Palace really is."

Senior brother's words thoroughly enraged the black-robed youth of the Soul Clan. Just as he was about to make a move, he found himself completely unable to move.

"Now you understand why I was rambling on and on, right? Have you forgotten I'm an alchemist? As an alchemist, I can not only refine pills, but also poisons, and the poisons I refine are powerful enough to incapacitate even a Dou Zun expert. This is an excellent opportunity for you. If you can neutralize the poison with your own strength, you will possess a constitution close to being immune to all poisons. If you can't, then you're just an ant, an ant I can easily manipulate. So I hope you can neutralize the poison I gave you with your own strength. This would be good for both you and your race. After all, the fact that you've cultivated to such a level at such a young age shows that your Dou Di bloodline is extremely noble, or rather..." "Your level is extremely high. Under these circumstances, if you were to die here, it would definitely be a bad thing for your race. Your race might lose a Dou Sheng powerhouse in the future. Of course, it's also possible that you'll be wiped out before you even become a Dou Sheng; this is a possibility, and it's something you should be well aware of. Therefore, I won't say anything more. I only hope you understand this principle: don't provoke an alchemist, especially a seventh-grade alchemist. The things they can concoct are enough to poison you to death. However, I don't want to poison you now. I want to study what's going on with the Dou Di bloodline in your body, and why it allows you to cultivate to such a level at such a young age."

"It's an incredible power, an incredible ability, so enviable it makes my teeth itch. That's why I need to study it carefully. Maybe I can acquire this power someday, which would be good for both of us, right? So, you have to let me study it, really study it. If you don't let me, you might die. I know killing you will attract even more terrifying beings from your clan, but I don't care. No matter how many come, I'll kill them all. Everything I did before was just a bluff, a cover-up, to tell you I can't handle you, that I need to recruit soldiers, call on allies, and find ways to deal with you. But in reality, I only need a tiny bit of poison to eliminate you all." You should know exactly what I'm doing, but you haven't considered that even though you know I'm an alchemist, a seventh-grade alchemist, you still chose to use such methods against me. You're incredibly stupid. If you had sent more people, you wouldn't be in this situation. Of course, if you had sent more, you might have been wiped out. So what you need to do now is behave and stop causing me trouble. If you do, it won't just be you dying, but many, many people. You wouldn't want your clan to die, would you? If you do, then disregard what I said. I think you probably wouldn't want that, because if I were to discover why your family's bloodline is so powerful, I could allow other people's bloodlines to be infused into your body, which would change your bloodline. To become even stronger, even more powerful—no, that would mean your entire clan, no, I should say you yourself, would become even stronger, even more powerful, even more invincible. You might become the person with the noblest bloodline in your clan, and the position of clan leader would be yours. Therefore, I think we should cooperate. That way, you become the clan leader, and I restore our clan's glory. We'd have a wonderful partnership, wouldn't that be great? This would be a good thing for both of us. So, do you agree or disagree? If you agree, nod. If you disagree, then I'll have to extract your bloodline and see if I can obtain that power to become even stronger. Of course not, I want... "Becoming a member of your family? That's impossible for me. I will never become a member of your family. I absolutely will not. I am me, and I will not be anyone in your family. I am myself." As the senior brother spoke, he had already reached the black-robed youth's side, placing his hand on the youth's palm. He then began to help extract blood from the youth's body. This blood exuded a noble, dignified, indescribable power. This power gave the senior brother a strange, indescribable feeling. So, the senior brother slowly extracted the blood, preparing to extract that power, that bloodline power, to see if he could understand it. If he could understand it, he might be able to obtain the bloodline of a Dou Di. In this way, he could become even stronger, more powerful, and more invincible, just as he had told the black-robed youth, and also as he himself. Now that he was about to achieve his goal, he certainly wouldn't let it go. As his blood and bloodline were extracted, the black-robed youth's face turned pale, his aura weakened, and his cultivation level rapidly decreased.

Originally at the level of a Dou Zun powerhouse, he has now become a Dou Zong, Dou Huang, or even a Dou Wang, and is no longer as powerful as a Dou Wang.

Ultimately, when all the blood has been drained, it has become a skeleton, or a useless person on the verge of death.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a trace of blood and a breath left, Fang Yu would have thought he was dead, a dead man who was just skin and bones. But unfortunately, he was not dead, which made Fang Yu very disappointed. He couldn't help but marvel at how strong the vitality of this guy was.

Then, Fang Yu looked at the ball of blood in his hand. This ball of blood was enveloped in golden light and other lights, with the golden light being the most noble and abundant. Besides these, there was also purple light, and the power within this blood came from these two different lights, while the other lights were relatively weak.

Looking at the ball of light, Fang Yu's eyes flickered. Then, he opened his mouth and directly absorbed the blood, bloodline, and light into his body. He then activated the Great Devouring Technique, absorbing the power completely. He felt a special power within his body, which made his physical body stronger, rapidly increased his cultivation level, and made his temperament more noble. He was completely transformed, as if he had been reborn.

However, this did not affect Fang Yu's research on this bloodline, and he gradually discovered what the function of this bloodline was.

This bloodline is similar to that of the Heavenly Emperor, Sovereign, and King in the Heavenly Court. Once inherited, one can become even more powerful. However, not everyone can inherit it; it requires a certain amount of luck. If you are unlucky, then forget about it.

Fang Yu has now inherited this bloodline, but only a small part of it; he has refined the rest.

He only inherited the bloodline to investigate its power; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered. Now that he's figured it out, there's no need to continue. He believes he can become stronger and doesn't need to rely on any bloodline. Besides, bloodlines impose significant limitations, so it's unnecessary and pointless for him to do so.

(End of this chapter)