eurekapd Chapter 1136: Bloodline
Chapter 1136: Bloodline
"Hmm, so the Ancestral God agreed to grant the Child of Origin to Saraf? But why do you say this was a mistake by your father?" Pei Yan listened to Salafam’s explanation and asked in confusion."Because we underestimated the power and rejection of the Apocalyptic Bloodline. The bloodline’s inherent power is extremely dominant, and it rejects other five strands of Primordial Qi that don’t belong to our own plane. With Saraf’s current level and strength, he can’t perfectly reconcile the two forces, which results in these two powerful forces not complementing each other to gain greater strength, but rather counteracting each other, making each advancement difficult. Actually, in the long run, my father’s choice wasn’t wrong. If given enough time to digest, fuse, and advance, once my brother reaches his peak, the complete fusion of the bloodline and origin will definitely exhibit the most powerful force, but unfortunately...."
Salafam shook his head and smiled bitterly at this point, his face full of helplessness. Indeed, it’s a pity reality didn’t give Saraf the opportunity to grow when he repeatedly encountered Nero, his nemesis. Triumph is due to origin, and defeat is also due to origin. Upon hearing this, Pei Yan sighed and was about to offer some consolation when Salafam spoke again: "But this loss in the competition might be an opportunity for Saraf. His bloodline has been mostly depleted and his Bloodline Power is extremely weak. Now, on the contrary, he can properly reconcile his Primordial Qi. Once my father and the Ancestral God find a way to restore his bloodline, perhaps the two can reach a balance and help him return to his peak."
"Hmm, I hope he can get through this phase! Oh, by the way, how’s your sister doing? I only saw her once back then. Has she returned to normal now?" Pei Yan said, recalling the scene when he first saw such a creature as a giant dragon. That transformed dragon exuding a violent aura left a deep impression on him.
"Normal? Hehehe." As soon as Salafam heard about his sister, a rage surged onto his face, and his fingers tapping on his knee involuntarily became heavier. After a cold laugh, he sighed: "Even though after I brought Lorna back to the Dragon Realm, my father and the Ancestral God along with Long Jin’s father, the Dragon Lord of the Daoist Realm, treated her, they gradually cleared and repaired the nauseating modifications on her. However, many scars remain, and these scars are not just left on her body but have also traumatized her spirit. The lively and cheerful Lorna of the past can never return! Our enmity with the Blood Demon Sect is irreconcilable!"
After Salafam narrated through gritted teeth, the atmosphere inside the car fell into silence. Seeing his siblings suffering consecutive injuries, Pei Yan would only be crazier than him. Just as Pei Yan was looking to find a relatively lighter topic to ease the suffocating atmosphere in the car, a crunching sound suddenly began next to him.
"Big, big, big boss! That isn’t for eating." Salafam, who had been immersed in grief and anger, had already heard this sound. When he looked towards the sound by Pei Yan’s side, his eyes widened instantly, and he stammeringly squeezed out a sentence of advice with his mouth agape.
"Hmm?" Pei Yan responded in confusion and turned to look, almost getting infuriated by the scene in front of him: "Hey! hey! That’s the car frame, don’t bite it. Hey! How could you bite the leather seat! Do you know how expensive this seat is?"
"Not expensive! Not expensive! As long as the big boss likes it, but indeed, this thing can’t be eaten." Salafam watched as Trash, bored with chewing the car’s decorations, was stopped by Pei Yan then began to gnaw on the seat beneath him, finally as Pei Yan’s dissuasion failed, the scene where he held the dog’s neck wrestling, he just wished to pass out. He could imagine how big of a commotion and joke this Young Master would cause upon returning to the Dragon Realm.
Embarrassing! Too embarrassing! Originally, on someone else’s turf, this Trash is after all a descendant of the Ancestral God, Pei Yan always has to consider the face of the Spirit Monster Plane, and can’t truly treat it like a dog to seem superior. Therefore, since arriving at the Spirit Monster Plane, he hasn’t restrained Trash. No one expected after meeting Salafam and chatting all the way, boredom and inquisition about anything at hand manifested Trash’s inherent nature, biting everything he saw. This angered Pei Yan, while aware it was simply Trash’s nature at play, unaware folks might think the Investigation Hall mistreated the Ancestral God’s descendant, not even feeding him.
"Do you feel guilty! At the Investigation Hall, did we ever treat you like a dog? Did we feed you dog food? You had steak, stew chicken meal after meal, ever-changing delightful meals. For you, the hall even hired a cook specifically, I didn’t have such treatment! Tell me how many times it’s been now! It was one thing in the past, now this is your homecoming! You came here to make me lose face!" Pei Yan berated angrily in standard language, tugging Trash’s ears. Trash was entirely indifferent to his mistake, merely intimidated by Pei Yan’s domineering manner, stopping its destructive behavior. Yet lying breathlessly on the seat, casting sidelong glances at Pei Yan occasionally, its eyes clearly showed it held discontent with the punishment.
"Sorry! Sorry! This, this car..." Pei Yan looked at the carriage wall ruined by Trash, then glanced at the seat beneath him torn open with a big hole, his face flushed with embarrassment not knowing what to say.
"No problem! No problem! Mr. Pei, please don’t mind it, least of all hold this incident against..." Salafam began his sentence looking at Trash, then choked on words, finally convincing himself internally to continue saying: "Against the Young Master."
"Young Master?" Pei Yan was taken aback, turning to look at the Trash sitting on the seat, finding it also looking at him with eyes full of defiance and indignance, Pei Yan pointed at it in shock: "You mean it’s the one?"
"Exactly, it’s the Ancestral God’s sole bloodline, and the Ancestral God has already informed both Dragon Races, he doesn’t intend to leave any other descendants. Bringing the Young Master back this time is to carefully cultivate it." Salafam understood why Pei Yan was shocked, he couldn’t do anything but explain with a bitter smile.
"Bloodline, bloodline indeed!" Pei Yan shook his head repeatedly, rare tenderness in his touch as he pet Trash’s head. Trash seemed to sense the sincerity, no longer stubbornly holding its head high, now casting innocent eyes at Pei Yan, not comprehending his abrupt emotional shift.
"I thought the Ancestral God just wanted me to bring you back to see them, didn’t expect him to step up and make such a decision, as to whether it’s good or bad for you, who knows." Stroking the worried Trash, Pei Yan looked out the window, at this moment the cart pulled by dragons had crossed the peaks, unveiling a beautiful and magnificent natural scenery before him.