I have the best bloodline

"?"

In her dream, Su Yan slowly typed a question mark in response to her aunt's outrageous and vulgar remarks.

You really are something else! Auntie, I was just tired from playing soccer and wanted to add chicken legs to dinner, but I was afraid you'd say I lacked ambition, so I said I wanted phoenix legs instead.

I was talking about chicken drumsticks! Not Princess Luanming's thighs!

Su Yan covered her face in exasperation.

"Hmm? Another female character has appeared?" Sister Xi'er looked at the audience and couldn't help but complain as yet another tall, slender beauty with long legs and a slim waist appeared in the audience.

Are all your friends girls?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 423 Sacrificial Knife

"Well--"

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the window, bringing the sweltering air into the inn's dormitory. The little fox, who was fast asleep on the bed, turned over, slowly stuck out its bottom, stretched out its hands, and stretched out a long yawn on the bedding.

"I slept so comfortably."

After exhaling a breath of stale air, Su Yan lay back down on the bed with a look of deep emotion. After a long day of work, a good night's sleep is absolutely wonderful. And don't be fooled by the unpredictable weather at the seaside. In the mornings it can be so hot you could boil an egg on the ground, but once night falls, the sea breeze can dispel all the daytime heat.

Last night, in the middle of the night, Su Yan even felt a chill all over her body and needed to cover herself with a sheet.

Good morning, Auntie!

After lingering in bed for a while, Su Yan quickly washed up and then opened the window facing the inn's courtyard. She immediately saw her aunt sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and eating pastries, looking quite relaxed.

Seeing this, Su Yan immediately jumped off the windowsill, and after landing, she transformed into a little fox and pounced on her aunt's lap, grinning as she asked her aunt for the exquisite pastries in her hand.

"Always grinning."

When Su Yan jumped into her arms, her aunt rolled her eyes and said, "When are you going to get rid of those three in the room? Seeing them fluttering around all over the place gives me goosebumps."

The three that Auntie mentioned refer to are Ao Jin, the maid, and the dragon egg, who came out of the Bihan Mountain Villa with Su Yan.

Yesterday, after Su Yan got tired of chatting, she didn't stay in the room any longer and went back to her dormitory to sleep. Then, the dragon egg, which was originally well-behaved, started acting up.

Amidst the chaos of the night, my aunt peered out the window and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment. She had never seen anything so strange before—a creature that hadn't even hatched yet knew how to go looking for milk.

Even if there's no food, they'll squeeze your hands, trying to squeeze out what wasn't there to begin with.

My aunt's judgment in judging the egg was absolutely correct; that dragon egg really was an evil thing. It was right of her to move her tea tray, teapot, and teacups beforehand.

"No, I'm also afraid of that dragon egg." Su Yan said honestly, "That thing even tried to find food on me. I can't afford to mess with it."

"Go away, what use are you to your aunt!" The aunt scolded Su Yan and threw him onto the seat next to her, pushing the pastries on the table toward him.

"Oh, right."

After eating the pastries handed to him by his aunt and taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Su Yan ran outside the pavilion, raised his hand and took out two weapons and a metal cylinder soaked in liquid from his storage ring.

The Crimson Jade Hairpin Sword flew out of the storage ring, its crimson pupils on the hilt staring at Su Yan with resentment.

The Red Jade Hairpin Sword didn't like living in the storage ring; the inside was quiet and lifeless.

Of course, if it were the storage ring of Emperor Wusheng or Princess Wuxi, that would be acceptable, or even better.

Su Yan completely ignored the resentment of the Red Jade Hairpin Sword, gripped the sacrificial knife with a strange expression, turned around, looked at his aunt, and said, "Auntie, can you tell me how I should use this thing?"

The sacrificial knife is somewhat similar to the ceremonial knife, but the overall length of the ceremonial knife is only about 1.7 meters.

The strange long knife used by the Holy Mother of Xuan Tong had a single blade length of two meters, and Su Yan estimated that the handle length should be no less than forty centimeters. The overall length of the sacrificial knife was two and a half meters or longer.

Faced with such a strange long weapon, Su Yan really didn't know how to use it.

However, the old glutton once said that the sacrificial knife used by the Holy Mother of Xuan Tong had the power to amplify supernatural abilities and magical power, so Su Yan naturally couldn't leave such a divine weapon unused.

Even a glutton who knows the method of Nightmare Suppression but doesn't practice it can instantly cast the Eastern State Nightmare Suppression spell on the Crimson Mountain God after wielding a sacrificial longsword. This shows how terrifying the amplification of spells is by the sacrificial sword.

Therefore, whenever Su Yan had free time, he immediately prepared to sign a blood pact with the sacrificial longsword, fearing that such a great treasure would slip away from him without a blood pact.

"What is this? Is it suitable?" Auntie asked with a slightly strange expression when she saw Su Yan draw a two-meter-long sword. "It's not that I'm saying there aren't any tall people in your family, but to use a sword like this comfortably, you need to be at least two or three meters tall, right?"

Long-sword soldiers are not uncommon. My aunt once saw a demon cultivator wielding a sword more than ten meters long. A sword less than three meters long was not enough to disturb my aunt's Dao heart.

However, the sacrificial knife is a thin-handled knife, and it is obvious at a glance that it should be custom-made for a female cultivator. Su Yan's height and physique are not very suitable for using such a weapon.

Su Yan's parents were not tall, so even if Su Yan's bloodline mutated, he should not grow to be more than three meters tall.

"It's not for fighting. It's the sword of the Holy Mother Xuan Tong, the leader of the Nightmare Town Sect in the Western State. I picked it up after she died. It's said that it has the power to amplify magical abilities." Su Yan explained the origin of the longsword to his aunt, without mentioning anything about the glutton.

"?"

The aunt slowly typed a question mark, looked at Su Yan who was staring at her with a questioning expression, and angrily rebuked:

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from those Nightmare Town people? You actually dared to run over and watch them fight, aren't you afraid of dying?!"

The aunt didn't care about the origin of the longsword, but when she learned that Su Yan dared to go to the battlefield between the West Sea Dragon King and the Holy Mother Xuan Tong to scavenge for scraps, she was immediately furious and grabbed Su Yan's cheeks and started kneading them.

He dares to do something so dangerous, isn't he worried about getting caught up in the aftermath?

Auntie was almost scared to death by Su Yan this time. The fox mother entrusted such a big cub to her. If it were gone, she wouldn't know where to get another one to make up for it.

"Uh"

Su Yan opened his mouth to explain that he hadn't meddled in other people's fun, and that he had been tied to the sacrificial stake and was being beaten by the Holy Mother Xuan Tong. But Su Yan thought that such an explanation was worse than no explanation at all!

"I was wrong, I won't do it again next time," Su Yan apologized vaguely.

Whether or not to do it is not up to him.

"That's enough."

The aunt looked helpless. She knew that Su Yan was destined to be cursed by the Nightmare Suppression. Even if he stayed at home and didn't go out, the Nightmare Suppression would come to his door and use the possession technique to put it on his forehead.

I reckon this unlucky little guy probably ran into two gods fighting while he was running away, right?

"Long weapons like these are generally used by demons in their beastman form, and their effect is to amplify the power of spells."

"Try signing a contract with it and see how it amplifies the power of your spells. If you don't need to use it in battle, just plant it in the ground as a totem, and then fight with the Bronze Sun in your left hand and the Red Jade Hairpin Sword in your right."

"Auntie, its name is God-Slaying Whip. It is a spiritual weapon produced by the Beast Taming Sect that specializes in attacking the soul."

"Really? He looks like he specializes in attacking female cultivators' private parts. I thought his name was Tongyang."

The aunt waved her hand dismissively, indicating that Su Yan should go and sign a blood pact with the sacrificial knife.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 424 Aunt and the Proud Old Ancestor (Third Update)

"Huh? Why can't I sign it?"

Su Yan placed the sacrificial knife on the courtyard ground, then pinched a cut on his finger, allowing his blood and magic power to merge together, and applied it to the sacrificial knife, preparing to sign a contract with the sacrificial knife through a blood pact.

Although the sacrificial knife is quite special, it does not possess any spirituality in any aspect and is not considered a spiritual artifact. Therefore, it is not necessary to obtain the consent of the artifact spirit when signing a blood pact.

Moreover, a major advantage of signing a blood pact is that as long as the raw materials for making a magical artifact are of good quality, after being nurtured by the cultivator's magical power over many years, the original magical artifact may also have the potential to give birth to a spirit and evolve into a spiritual artifact.

But after Su Yan used his own blood to write his blood oath incantation on the sacrificial knife's blade, which was neither copper nor iron but resembled stone, the sacrificial knife showed no reaction.

Its blade neither absorbed blood nor reacted to the magic contained within it.

Su Yan had never seen anything like this before.

"Perhaps the master had just died, and this long sword was covered with some yin energy? The original master's yin energy severed your contract."

Seeing this, Su Yan's aunt, who was standing next to him, hesitated for a moment before speaking to answer Su Yan's questions.

Weapons may not necessarily have a spirit, but weapons that can be called magical artifacts must possess a spirit, only differing in the degree of their spirituality.

In certain situations, when the master has just died and his resentment has not yet dissipated or has attached itself to the weapon, the spirit of the magical artifact may think that the master is not dead, and will naturally reject other cultivators from forming contracts with it.

The entire time since the death of the Holy Mother Xuantong was less than three days. The spirit within the sacrificial knife should have been able to sense the lingering resentment of the Holy Mother Xuantong, and therefore believed that it still had a master. Thus, it righteously rejected the blood pact incantation that Su Yan had cast.

"What should I do?"

Faced with this situation, Su Yan, who was new to the martial arts world and lacked common sense and experience, scratched his head and looked at his aunt, who was experienced in the martial arts world, beside him:

"Auntie, you should have a solution, right? Otherwise, those soldiers who came to plunder..."

"boom--"

Auntie raised her hand and tapped Su Yan on the forehead, retorting righteously, "It's robbing the rich to help the poor, robbing rich merchants of spirit stones to help the poor children in the mountainous areas, not looting."

The arrogant insects know everything about the business they do, but they never say that when educating their own children.

The arrogant children raised in this way are very calm and quick when robbing passing merchants, as if it were their right and they have no psychological burden at all.

"There are ways to eliminate negative energy, but I'm afraid you might not be willing, nephew."

My aunt raised an eyebrow and said with a strange expression, "I hope you won't be as stubborn as your mother, and then ask me to give you a little help."

"Does this involve my mother?" Su Yan asked, her face full of surprise.

"Show your true form," Auntie said, not answering Su Yan's gossip. After he showed her his fox form, she said, "Stick out your tongue."

Without thinking much, Su Yan stuck out his bright red fox tongue with a "whoosh".

“Go, lick it with the tip of your tongue, smear the blood from your tongue onto the blade, and use your yang energy to cover the yin energy and resentment on the blade,” the aunt said, revealing a quick way to remove the yin energy.

"?"

Su Yan, who had been standing majestically before the sacrificial knife, turned around with his tongue lolling out. The little fox's face was filled with disbelief: "You want me to lick the blade?"

"Yes, the blood from the tip of the tongue is full of yang energy. If you write a blood pact with the blood from the tip of your tongue, you will surely be able to sign the contract."

The aunt's smile grew increasingly strange. She bent down and grabbed Su Yan's tongue, trying to pull Su Yan close to the sacrificial knife to cut the tip of her tongue and draw blood.

However, Su Yan's face was full of struggle. The fox's four paws were firmly planted on the ground, resisting the pull, and a stubborn look gradually appeared on its cheeks.

That stubborn expression—wanting it but afraid of the pain, yet unwilling to wait for several years—was exactly the same as the little expression on Su Yan's mother's face back then.

However, the fox mother was much larger than Su Yan. It took the combined efforts of her aunt and the other sisters to help the fox mother obtain that magical artifact.

"Eek—"

The tip of Su Yan's tongue lightly touched the blade, and bright red blood began to seep from the tip of her tongue, causing Su Yan to let out a sharp whimper of pain.

"You'd better hurry up and write the incantation, otherwise, with your recovery ability, the bleeding will stop in an instant, and you'll have to make another incision." Aunt urged Su Yan to hurry up and sign the blood pact.