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However, it was unclear when the rumors about enhancing bloodlines suddenly emerged in the world, leading them down a twisted path. Those with higher bloodlines looked down upon those with lower ones, even considering those with inferior bloodlines as dirty and lowly. Bullying, beatings, and even murders were not the worst of it.
When one of the rumors was confirmed to be true, these proud children of the Qilin Bloodline went completely mad. After all, being associated with the Auspicious Beast had turned into a bloody transformation, relegating them to the category of Half-Demon, which was despised by humans and resented by demons alike.
Sang Qingxiao pondered whether it was true that those within the Qilin Bloodline could devour and enhance their bloodlines. Old Vine nodded in affirmation. Sang Qingxiao then asked if it was indeed true. Old Vine nodded again, confirming it!
Wasn't this just like the old Fox Demon wanting to devour the Buddha Treasure using Evil Arts?
Not quite. The rumors about devouring within the Qilin Bloodline were not merely rumors; along with them came secret techniques for devouring, which had been tested by many and proven effective. The devouring technique was not considered Evil Arts. Although the process was somewhat dangerous, the benefits were substantial.
The bloodline would be enhanced and purified, free from impurities and side effects. In future cultivation, there would be no bottlenecks or mental barriers related to the Cultivation Method.
That meant Misha could indeed enhance his bloodline.
What a nice thought! When I struck him earlier, I investigated more closely, thinking that although he only had one Qilin Arm, perhaps his bloodline hadn't been fully awakened. Little did I know, he truly only had one Qilin Arm! Among the Qilin Bloodline, that was considered a relatively low existence.
Sang Qingxiao remarked that it was a pity.
Not at all, Misha interjected. I absolutely refuse to commit any unjust killings.
Old Vine snorted lightly. Little Monk, this is not up to you. It’s possible that another Qilin Bloodline is on its way to kill you. Over a decade ago, your news had already spread.
After being imprisoned in Pujisi for eight years, they couldn't touch you; after hiding in Fragrant Pavilion for seven years, they couldn't find you. Now that you're in Jingjing City, your whereabouts should have been leaked through multiple channels.
No matter how capable Miss Sang is, to them, you are just one person; for them, this is an opportunity.
Little Monk, you have a heart of Buddha and do not wish to kill unjustly. But if they come before you intending to kill, will you spare their lives? Since you've already killed once, will you cultivate this secret technique or not?
For a moment, Misha found himself unable to respond.
Ah, let him think for himself, said Old Vine. Sang Qingxiao yawned and tossed the Buddha Treasure to Misha. I saw how well you took care of the little disciples in the temple; I’m leaving this with you to sleep in your room. Make sure to keep an eye on it at night; don’t let it sit outside my door again looking foolish.
Perhaps feeling that life had come too suddenly and unrealistically, the little fox actually got up in the middle of the night to guard her door, wide-eyed and afraid to sleep, fearing that everything before her was just a dream that would vanish upon waking.
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