Chapter 440 - 269: Origin of Bloodline, Comparable to Divine Demons_2
Chapter 440 - 269: Origin of Bloodline, Comparable to Divine Demons_2
Chapter 440: Chapter 269: Origin of Bloodline, Comparable to Divine Demons_2
Translator: 549690339
Having Qilin as a mount is naturally excellent, but Feng Qing’an felt that the original form of Sen Miao’s Dragon Horse was also quite good, as it was a symbol of the Human Race’s saintly kings.
“Master, what is there to regret?”
“The Qilin is good, but the Dragon Horse is not bad either…”
Feng Qing’an expressed his thoughts. If he could choose, he would of course want both.
“I understand now.”
Upon understanding why Feng Qing’an sighed, Sen Miao seemed to be contemplating, her thoughts actually aligned with Feng Qing’an’s. The Qilin bloodline was excellent, but she didn’t want to erase the bloodline her father passed on to her.
“Please give me a few days.”
“What do you plan to do?”
Feng Qing’an curiously asked.
“To control the bloodline.”
Sen Miao had a firm plan in her heart already. Feng Qing’an could faintly guess this Qilin Beast’s idea, and naturally, he supported it.
After awakening the ancient bloodline, one should strive to get closer to the bloodline’s origin. Apart from the many Spirits in this world who are taking this path, there’s a natural constraint in this ancestral path–the bloodline source that one spends their entire life seeking.
The highest realm where the bloodline originated is the limit that any subsequent tracer can reach. Those who trace their bloodlines can never surpass the original pathfinder.
The experience of Black Mountain is a good example. If Feng Qing’an was not there, even if he swallowed the Big Demon Inner Alchemy, the lower demon king would be the limit he could reach in this life.
But now, even with Feng Qing’an’s favor, its bloodline potential is only promoted to an upper-level demon king. The Ghost Wolf’s bloodline, which achieved the original success, has instead become a burden.
Howl~
Just as Feng Qing’an was thinking about this, Black Mountain came over with a grievance. Although it didn’t convey its thoughts, the constant glances towards Sen Miao exposed its desire.
Feng Qing’an knew, it was envious. However, there was indeed nothing he could do about this; the only thing he could do was to forcefully improve its bloodline potential with the characteristics of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits.
What if the potential of the Ghost Wolf’s bloodline is not enough? Even for an ordinary wild wolf’s bloodline, he could forcefully promote it, and it just requires some extra effort.
Of course, he could think about it himself, but he couldn’t say it to Black Mountain. He had to find another way to put it.
“Black Mountain, can’t you be a bit more ambitious? You are just envious that others have impressive ancestors. Can’t you set a great aspiration to become the ancestor like Sen Miao, as powerful as the wooden Qilin, in the future? Just complaining won’t do any good!”
Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s seemingly encouraging words, Black Mountain stared at him with a face full of incredulity and extreme confusion. Although it was young, it was quite knowledgeable.
If it was when he was first adopted by Feng Qing’an and didn’t understand anything, being inspired by Feng Qing’an in this way, it would incomprehensibly nod its head and might that very moment set a great ambition.
But it’s about to step into the realm of the Demon King now; how could it not know what Qilin, True Dragon, and Phoenix signify?
Look at what he was saying!
Becoming the source of the bloodline, becoming an existence like the ancestor of the wooden Qilin!
Could he even think about that?
“Why are you undermining yourself? Even if you have no confidence in yourself, do you also lack confidence in me?”
Feng Qing’an waved a hand at Black Mountain quite irritably. An invisible wind followed his intention, transforming into a hand identical to his and patting Black Mountain’s giant head, as big as a house.
“With me, you will one day become as powerful as the wooden Qilin’s ancestor.”
Feng Qing’an grandly promised Black Mountain, and that kind of momentum did indeed help calm the beast down. It nodded subconsciously, even though it felt that it couldn’t do it, it believed its master could.
“The demonic aura here has been eliminated. May I inquire about your plans, senior?”
At this moment, the elderly Taoist priest, with a ruddy complexion and sprightly spirit, carefully approached, boldly asking Feng Qing’an, after he opened his spiritual eyes, he couldn’t find any traces of evil aura or demonic atmosphere.
The sense of suppression that had grown over the years had also disappeared, he could even feel the vital energy activating within his body. Given a few more days of meditation, his cultivation would further advance.
He was suddenly enlightened and understood that his previous statement was biased. But this made him look forward even more to seeing the senior in front of him take action to suppress and level Qi Country completely, clearing the chaos of demons and haunted houses.
“To end this chaotic world, we need to support humanity and re-establish the divine path. While you were traveling and slaying demons across the country, have you come across a Virtuous King who harbors great ambitions and empathizes with the common people?”
Upon hearing the question, Feng Qing’an turned to look and came up with a query after a moment of contemplation.
“A Virtuous King!?”
Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, the old Taoist priest was astounded. He never expected that the young-looking powerful figure before him would ask such a question, completely defying his understanding.
“Are you trying to assist a Dragon?”
“Assisting a Dragon? Correct.”
Feng Qing’an pondered over the meaning of ‘assisting a dragon’, grasping the clever intent, nodded in agreement.
“I intend to assist a Dragon of humanity to ascend.”
“Why do you trip over yourself to do so, senior?”
The elderly Taoist priest looked at Feng Qing’an somewhat flustered. Cultivators, unless they completely lose hope of advancement and seek only wealth and honor, would not dare venture back into a secular life to associate with worldly individuals of power.
For those who have achieved success in cultivation, whether Buddhist or Taoist, they consider gold, silver, pearls, and gems as worthless. Worldly power is even more ephemeral. The only thing that cultivators value is the aura of a Human Dragon.
But the Human Dragon’s aura, transformed by the fate of a country and its people, is not something that a simple cultivator can covet or uncover. It can only be shouldered collectively by a sect or a school.
Not all Taoist temples or Buddhist monasteries dare to join the struggle for the aura of a Human Dragon. For instance, the Green Pine View he was part of didn’t dare harbor such thoughts. If they got involved, even a minor rebellious king could destroy their lineage that had lasted for over three centuries.
Only a school that has produced an Immortal can participate. Those who produced even higher beings would not even deign to get involved.
Only those institutions stuck in the middle, neither here nor there, despite the risk of ending their lineage, dare to join the struggle, hoping that after successful intervention, they could use the Human Dragon’s aura to produce a Human Immortal or an Arhat, thus allowing their lineage to leap forward.
This is a very risky move. Unless the situation is desperate or they are absolutely confident, no temple or monastery would participate in it, let alone individual cultivators.
“Why do you appear so despairing?”
Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but laugh.
“Senior, while having limited power, my understanding is not completely void. I do understand the struggle for the Human Dragon’s aura carries enormous karmic consequences.”
Although the elderly Taoist priest knew these words were improper coming from his mouth, a cultivator of his insignificant standing should not be advising a Great Cultivator. But he just couldn’t stop himself.
Even he knew about the heaviness of the karmic consequences involved in this struggle. Those who managed to realize their Immortal or Arhat status through it would ultimately face the backlash.
“Karma? I do not care!”
Upon understanding the elderly Taoist priest’s concerns, Feng Qing’an chuckled. Those who cultivate for enlightenment would avoid worldly karma whenever possible. Even if they ever dabble in worldly affairs, it is mostly for the purpose of cultivating their mental state.
But was he a cultivator seeking enlightenment?
No.
He was a beast trainer. What did Karma, dreaded by cultivators, have to do with him?
“Senior, your righteousness is much appreciated. Please accept my respect!”
After hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, the elderly Taoist priest highly regarded him for his magnanimous and compassionate nature, thinking of him as a virtuous existence that transcends worldly affairs.
“No need for such formalities. You just have to tell me, does your country have a Virtuous King? I will test him myself. If he is to my liking, I will help him achieve great feats.”