You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 171 Traceability
[Absorbing the essence of water from the source]

After Jiang Qiu swallowed the bowl of water from its source, a steady stream of blood began to flow into his heart, as if a hot spring had opened up in his chest.

This warm blood flows into every part of his body, awakening long-lost innate power.

[Ethnic Bloodline]

[First-level Linglong Blood: 21/100]

The rare snow-patterned deer milk digested three days ago advanced the progress of Linglong blood by a full 12 points, and almost doubled the purity of the previously accumulated Linglong blood.

And at this moment, after drinking the water from the source, the progress is still increasing.

[First-level Linglong Blood: 22/100]

[First-level Linglong Blood: 23/100]

[First-level Linglong Blood: 24/100]

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Most of the children present were one year old. They were born only a year ago. No matter how they were nurtured before, the purity of their blood would not be very high. It was far from that of Jiang Qiu, who had an outstanding absorption effect.

But if compared with those three or four-year-old children, the pressure becomes greater.

They have all followed the hunting team out for training, have seen larger scenes, experienced more life and death situations, and have stimulated greater potential.

If we estimate based on the data on the panel, their starting status is probably around 20. Some of them look stronger and more energetic, so their starting status may be as high as 25.

The progress of Linglong Blood becomes more difficult to improve as time goes on. This is not a simple addition of numbers, but a sublimation of purity. There is a hurdle every 10 points. After reaching 20, Jiang Qiu also obviously found that the speed has slowed down, but the effect of the Water of Tracing Source is amazing, and it provides a sufficient source of blood.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared one after another on Jiang Qiu's forehead and neck. His back was hot and wet, and the wind could not blow away the heat.

He clenched his fists, and his muscles and bones tightened with the strength of his arms, further concentrating the effect of the water tracing its source.

pat!

A kid in the last row fell to the ground, his face flushed, his eyes swollen and empty, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The old witch immediately waved his hand, signaling the adults waiting nearby to take him away and take good care of him so that he could participate in the tribe's artisan affairs in the future.

Seeing the kid waving his arms around and being carried away, the onlookers sighed. The lame old man also shook his head: "This kid's physique is too weak. He drank the water of tracing back to the source and it's already dying."

“Is he poorly endowed?”

[花] asked curiously.

“Haha, he is worse than most of the children who haven’t participated in this blood test, but his potential is not as good as those who are still persisting.” The lame old man had deep wrinkles on his face and his eyelids were filled with sorrow: “If our tribe can be as prosperous as it was a thousand years ago, enough to mark the prey in a large area nearby as a territory, we can provide him with a good training environment.

It’s a pity that ever since the last generation of the Chosen One [ate] to the top of the northern boundary mountain, the tribe’s life has become increasingly worse. The Ice and Snow Ridge where we had hunted for thousands or even tens of thousands of years was also snatched away by the West Ice Tribe.

They even dare to blatantly snatch the prey from our hunting team. How hateful! How hateful!" When he got excited, the lame old man choked twice, and his frail body swayed with his cane.

[Hua] had also heard about this from her father. The hunting team that was robbed was led by Uncle [Xiong]. They had gotten the rare and precious Snow Deer, but unfortunately, they were eventually robbed by the Xibing Tribe, and the adult male Snow Deer that had been hunted were also taken away.

If Uncle [Xiong] had not gone alone to hunt a snow deer and shared the meat with everyone, those wounded soldiers might have returned empty-handed.

But [Hua] doesn't understand why the Xibing tribe can steal things from his own tribe. Shouldn't the prey belong to whoever kills it first?
My father said that the Xibing tribe united with several small tribes and the demon tribe, and gradually occupied a good hunting ground. Excellent bloodlines appeared every few generations, and they became stronger and stronger.

However, as the Beixue tribe fought again and again with the demon tribe, their population showed a downward trend, and the birth of excellent bloodlines became increasingly scarce.

Perhaps, it is because the West Ice Tribe has more and more excellent bloodlines and more and more warriors that they dare to blatantly seize the prey from the North Snow Tribe.
Snap, snap, snap.
The kids in the back row fell to the ground one after another, as if a small hammer hit the bass key in the hearts of every onlooker. The voices of their discussions were gradually drowned out by the wind, and the stars in their eyes gradually went out.

There was an incense burner on the altar, and white smoke rose slowly, stirring up the sorrow pent up in everyone's chest.

"We haven't even burned a third of the witch incense yet, and more than 20 people have already fallen down in the back row. This year's bloodline test is twice as bad as the last time."

The lame old man muttered something, and his right hand, which was leaning on the crutch, swayed slightly, like a spastic old chicken claw.

Everyone was silent, watching the changes on the field quietly.

As he commanded the strong men to carry their cubs who could not hold on any longer to the battlefield one by one, the old witch's eyes became increasingly cloudy. He glanced at Wu Xiang who was standing in front of him and sighed secretly.

Those who can still stay on the field when the incense is burned to one-third are qualified to be trained as warriors. Their blood is pure and suitable for tempering their bodies and inspiring the power of their ancestors.

But now most of the guys in the two rows at the back have fallen, and part of the guys in the four rows at the front have also been killed. There are barely a hundred people left who can hold on here.

It was stuck at the one-third node, and with a snap, a group of cubs fell down. Hot sweat rose on their foreheads, and their cheeks were as red as monkeys' butts.

In just a short while, fifty or sixty people fell one after another. They could barely be considered qualified to be warriors, but their qualifications were destined not to be outstanding.

Why.
The old witch looked tired, his face was sagging, and his hands hung by his sides, with layers of wrinkles on his skin.

Subconsciously, he turned his gaze to the middle of the second row, and a kid who was obviously much smaller than the kids in the front row came into his sight.

The child was only one year old. Standing in the first two rows, he looked like a skinny little monkey who had strayed into a group of baby gorillas. He didn't look very strong, but his body was still strong.

“It looks like it can hold out for a while.”

A faint ray of starlight was reflected in the old witch Zhu's eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

When [Qiu] was picked up by [Xiong], he went to see him immediately, but unfortunately, with his vision, he did not see through the extraordinary qualities of [Qiu].

But he could sense that [Qiu] possessed a temperament that his peers or even children two or three years older did not have: he was calm and confident, his ambitions were higher than the North Star, he was not bound by the blades of grass or trees, and his eyes revealed the ambition to chase the peak of the northern boundary mountain.

This feeling became even clearer when I was giving lectures to [Qiu] later, but [Qiu] did not show any extraordinary qualities in terms of bloodline.

Hopefully, the blood test will be the beginning of his confirmation of his identity as the Chosen One.
(End of this chapter)