C1 Qin Xianer

The continent's Gilt Country, northwest of the city of Mobei.

A tall tree's delicate young leaves were draped over it in March, when the season began.

A young man under the large tree was continuously engaging in bizarre physical behavior.

And like a snake emerging from hibernation, you may bend and crawl like one as well as jump and lay down like one waking into its full strength.

"Just a little bit more. Again."

The kid was struggling to keep his breath. Even though his clothing was long ago drenched in perspiration, the look in his eyes showed an incredible amount of determination as he performed the same movements over and over again.

It's been two hours.

Body heat radiated from the young guy. His body's boiling blood was scaldingly hot and uncontrollable. The young man's body heat absorbed even the moisture in the air around him, creating a mist that enveloped him.

Clenching his fists, the adolescent soldier persisted. He was well aware that the stakes were very high at this point.

"Awakening...You have to come to your senses."

The mist had evaporated around a quarter of an hour later.

The boiling blood recovered to its normal condition and left no bloody scar on the young man's arm.

"Why? Just a little bit more."

A bloodshot look was in the young man's eyes, and his whole face was twisted. He looked a bit frightening.

Qin Ming was the young man's given name, and he hailed from a prosperous Mobei sect.

Mobei City, on the other hand, was just one of the thirty-six counties that made up the Gilt Nation, and it was a tiny and unimportant country on the continent as a whole.

Unfortunately, Qin Ming was unable to utilize the method he had developed to lead the clan's students of the Qin Family through the process of awakening their bloodlines during these three years.

He was sixteen years old, and if he didn't manage to awaken his bloodline by the time of the coming of age ceremony, he would never have another opportunity to go along the martial road again in his life.

Woof woof woof!...

A big dog with purely white fur dashed across the road at this point.

The huge dog was about the size of a calf. With a pair of dark and brilliant eyes, it stared at Qin Ming with a grin that was human-like in appearance. It gently licked the side of Qin Ming's face as its front legs rested on his shoulders.

"All right, Lil 'White, don't be a jerk about it." The weight of Qin Ming's heart had been relieved a bit.

His grandfather Qin Sheng had a pet pig named Lil 'White. Lil' White had already been by Qin Ming's side when he first started to remember things. Three years ago, when Qin Sheng had left and never returned, he took him in and raised him as his own.

Today was the day on which the family donated medications and other supplies to the community.

In the training field, the presence of a man and a dog immediately caught the eye of the clan's followers, who were immediately alarmed.

"Isn't that the infamous Mobei garbage we've all heard about? What? So, you dare to demand access to the family's cultivation resources." The sound of a menacing voice could be heard on the training field.

The crowd burst out laughing.

At beginning, Qin Feng was just an ordinary student of the Qin Family. He was always at the bottom of the hierarchy of bloodline disciples, and he remained there throughout his life.

While staring at this piece of garbage, Qin Ming was naturally filled with feelings of superiority in his own heart.

"All right, Little White, let's go." Qin Ming's expression was disappointed.

Lil 'White seemed to be clever, as shown by its keen white teeth, which were exposed. It bared its fangs and sent out a barrage of growls as if it were about to rip apart the whole group of disciples who had insulted Qin Ming. Qin Ming, on the other hand, had a solid grip on it.

They had all successfully woken their bloodline. Don't be fooled by Little White's size; any of the disciples could easily defeat him. He didn't want to ridicule or hurt Little White.

"Qin Xianer has arrived," the crowd shouted as it erupted in applause.

"What is her purpose in being here? Isn't it supposed to be the deacons of the clan who individually give cultivating materials to her?" One of the female disciples inquired, her voice full of skepticism.

Qin Xianer, who was in the audience, was dressed in a flaming red tight suit. People were put off by her distant and icy attitude, even if they were a thousand miles away from her. The followers of the clan didn't try to clear a way for her since they didn't have to.

Qin Xianer had his black hair in a crimson rope. She seemed quite competent. Her lovely face had brilliant, dark, starry eyes. Her eyes glowed with life.

When she was thirteen years old, Qin Xianer awoke the Blue Luan bloodline, and by sixteen, she had reached the sixth stage of the Spirit Founding.

All martial artists derived their strength from their ancestors' lineages. However, there were many types of weird beast bloodlines and were divided into different levels, each of which was unique. This also played a role in determining one's future success in martial arts.

The Blue Luan was an ancient creature that lived millions of years ago. Qin Xianer had at least three thousand kilos of power to unlock the Blue Luan's bloodline, and her strength was comparable to that of some of the clan's elders who were in the Eighth Phase of Spirit Founding Stage.

Suddenly, an elderly guy walked into the training grounds.

"Eh, normally it's the family deacon who distributes medicine, so why is Elder Qin Shan here personally?" An observant disciple said.

"Cough!"

Qin Shan, who was clad in all black and had a goatee on his head, surveyed the throngs of disciples below the platform with a commanding demeanor as he scanned them.

The whole training field was deafeningly quiet in an instant.

"Double this month's Beast Blood Pill!"

Qin Shan's startling remarks sent shockwaves through the crowd, causing a thousand ripples. Everyone turned to face one another.

"Doubling the medicinal pellet would result in a total of ten Beast Blood Pill?" The excitement could be seen on the faces of several disciples, who were all exhaling heavily.

"In a month's time, at the City Lord's Mansion families, there will be a round of Newcomer Large Competition, with a total of two competitors, don't lose any face for Qin Family," Qin Shan remarked, clearing his throat.

"Yes." Almost all of the clan's disciples were clapping their hands behind their backs and yelling at the same time.

It was certainly not as straightforward as taking a Beast Blood Pill. It was even possible to become well-known in the Mobei, so it was essentially a chance to get both fame and wealth at the same time. They had spent a long time rubbing their hands together and had a strong fighting spirit, especially the few pupils who had more skill inside the clan.

"A Family Competition will be conducted half a month later, and the number of participants in the Newcomer Large Competition will be determined by the results of this competition. You may now scatter as you want."

Due to his talent and position as a Qin Family genius, there was little question that Qin Xianer would get one of the three spots available, while the other disciples would only be able to fight for one place half a month later.

"Qin Xianer, with the approval of the Patriarch, you are permitted to join the Core Formation Stage for a period of one month of cultivation."

After the departure of Elder Qin Shan.

Qin Xianer replied in a chilly tone, "Please, Qin Ming, do not make a fool of yourself in the future. You are not the same person you were in the past."

It seemed as though Qin Ming had been a genius with the amazing Qin Family only three years before. At the age of twelve, he had already awakened the bloodline of the Ancient Strange Beast, the Flaming Cloud Flood Dragon, which was a lineage that had been passed down through generations.

"It's important to remember not to act like a diva in front of me. It's just that you've got what I gave you right now." Qin Ming then left with Little White in his possession.

The bloodline transplant had a possibility of succeeding if done correctly.

Despite the fact that the Gilt Country Prince had his sights set on the Blue Luan lineage at the time, Qin Ming had risen to the occasion and taken the initiative to assist Qin Xianer in bearing the agony of having her tendons pulled and her blood purified.

"Qin Ming, you should understand that I acted in your best interest." Qin Xianer remained calm and pursued him with a serious look.

"Put an end to your airs in front of me."

The hands of Qin Ming were clinched into fists as he drew a big breath and held it there.

The childhood sweethearts of the past were now treated as if they were complete strangers.

Qin Ming was not a man with a chilly heart. At the very least, he was able to identify Qin Xianer's appearance.

The cost, on the other hand, was incredibly expensive.

"Wow, that's a very beautiful Dog." Qin Xianer knelt next to Little White and kissed her on the cheek. Little White was being held back by the strong bloodline force, which rendered it unable to move.

"What's so terrible about a regular life?" Qin Xianer said quietly.

In the perspective of the masses, anybody who is unable to awaken their lineage is just a mortal.

After she finished talking, Qin Xianer went towards the family's Congealing Heart Lake, surrounded by envy.

The Pond of Intentions was a significant location in the family's history, and it was able to aid in the refining of bloodlines over the generations. No one would know what level Qin Xianer would reach in a month.

"It is not up to me to make decisions about my life. You, as an outsider, have no way of knowing what will happen." Qin Ming expressed himself.