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Chapter 6: Bloodline Theory.
2023-04-04 Author: Fu Hejun
On the Cliff.
“A Level 96 Titled Douluo, such strength, and his aura carries a sharp edge… If my guess is correct, you should be Chen Xin, the renowned Sword Douluo, famed throughout the Soul Master World for your Sword Dao, am I right?” Ye Cheng gazed at the white-haired, youthful-faced old man opposite him, with utterly calm and tranquil eyes.
“Indeed, it is this old man.”
Sword Douluo showed no surprise when Ye Cheng spoke and revealed his identity. He readily admitted it.
“I've long heard of your great name.”
Ye Cheng nodded lightly. After a polite exchange, he continued, “From Senior Sword Douluo’s demeanor, it seems you’ve been waiting for this junior for quite some time. If you have anything to say, please speak frankly.”
“This old man came here at your father’s request, to invite you back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a discussion,” Sword Douluo said, stroking his long beard.
Although his true purpose for coming here was to have Ye Cheng acknowledge his ancestral Clan, it was impossible to state his intentions immediately. After all, Ye Cheng was no longer what he used to be; he had reached the pinnacle of Soul Masters! No one understood the meaning of the Limit Douluo Realm better than Sword Douluo.
Previously, his own father, a Level 97 Titled Douluo, had ultimately died at the hands of a Limit Douluo. His father had told him before his death that from Level 95 onwards, every Level increase for a Titled Douluo brought immense changes to a Soul Master's strength and Martial Soul. Especially the Limit Douluo... that Realm was already close to a demigod.
An ordinary Titled Douluo probably couldn't even withstand a single move from a Limit Douluo. A Soul Master at this Realm possessed strength far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Quantity had lost its meaning against such a powerful expert; only opponents of the same Level could contend with them!
Therefore, facing Ye Cheng, this junior, Sword Douluo, a renowned senior for many years, dared not put on any airs of a distinguished senior expert. Instead, he conversed on equal footing, showing extreme politeness.
“Father?”
When Ye Cheng personally heard the word “father” spoken by Sword Douluo, the expression on his face became somewhat subtle. It was truly a distant word for him.
In his previous life, when he was still on Earth, he had a happy and harmonious family. Both parents were present, he had an older brother, and three older sisters. As the youngest child in the family, he had grown up pampered, showered with love and indulgence by everyone.
After an accidental death, he transmigrated to this world.
He only had a mother, but his father was nowhere to be found.
That year, when he was 6 years old, after his family was shattered and its members lost.
He wandered alone, cautiously surviving in this unfamiliar world. As an ordinary person, in this world governed by the Law of the Jungle, he was inevitably oppressed by nobles and Soul Masters. He ultimately had to pay to buy his life, enduring humiliation to survive... But no matter how difficult or wronged he felt, he never thought of looking for his father in this life.
Simply because this so-called father ignored his mother’s death, Ye Cheng had no good impression of this guy.
In his eyes, this nominal father was an absolute scumbag!
It was understandable for a man to be lustful or promiscuous.
But abandoning responsibility afterward, that was his fault.
One of the venerable Upper Three Sects.
Could the Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not afford to support a woman? Could he not protect a small clan?
Ye Cheng didn't care if Ning Fengzhi had any reservations or hidden reasons. He only remembered the resentful and unwilling expression on his mother's face when she spoke of his biological father in this life... she was clearly a pitiable woman who had been deceived and betrayed by a scumbag.
Now, this scumbag father saw that his illegitimate son had become successful, and he couldn't wait to send someone to reconcile their relationship.
What the hell were you doing all this time?
“Father? I don’t recall ever gaining a father,” Ye Cheng shook his head, a hint of disdain appearing on his face as he spoke in an extremely cold tone. “As for ‘returning’ to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? That’s even more ridiculous. When did I ever become a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?”
When Sword Douluo heard this, the eager expression on his face froze, and he felt some displeasure in his heart. But he still suppressed his anger, patiently saying, “Child, I know you hold many grievances in your heart. However, blood is thicker than water. Regardless, it is an undeniable fact that the noble Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Bloodline flows within your body.”
“You can deny anyone, but you cannot deny your own bloodline!”
At this moment, Sword Douluo exuded a considerable sense of oppression, adopting the posture of an elder. His gaze towards Ye Cheng was as if he were looking at a rebellious junior.
Of course, in terms of blood relation,
Ye Cheng, as Ning Fengzhi’s son, could indeed be considered this old man’s junior.
Whether Ye Cheng was willing or not, the bloodline flowing within him and the Martial Soul he inherited would create an inseparable link between him and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Unless he explicitly declared that he was severing ties with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and striking out on his own, anyone who intended to act against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future would have to consider whether they would provoke Ye Cheng, this Limit Douluo, the ultimate expert of the current age.
In this world that emphasized bloodline inheritance,
People placed great importance on clan bloodline, believing that one’s birth already determined their future achievements and ultimate potential.
How great of an achievement you could attain depended entirely on what Martial Soul you inherited.
And in the eyes of the world, Ye Cheng’s ability to reach Limit Douluo was not due to his hard work, but purely because he possessed the noble bloodline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which allowed him to achieve his current accomplishments.
Precisely because of this, Sword Douluo was very displeased with Ye Cheng’s apparent disregard for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
In his opinion, if it weren't for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's bloodline bestowing upon you the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, merely relying on the Flying Rainbow Sword Martial Soul inherited from your mother's side, reaching Soul Saint in this life would be considered quite good.
What virtue or ability would you have to become the pinnacle of Soul Masters?
In some respects, Sword Douluo’s thoughts couldn't be called wrong. At least in this world where everyone possessed a Martial Soul, a person's bloodline and background indeed determined their future achievements and ultimate potential.
If both parents had waste Martial Souls, the child born from their union would almost certainly have a waste Martial Soul as well. Unless an extremely rare beneficial mutation occurred, the child would be just like their parents.
However, beneficial mutations were ultimately rare exceptions; the vast majority of people still followed the rule that a dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a rat's son knows how to dig holes.
So in this world, bloodline theory couldn't be called entirely wrong. At least, it couldn't be completely denied.
But Ye Cheng paid no mind to any of that. Seeing Sword Douluo assume the haughty demeanor of an elder lecturing him, he felt his anger flare!
“Are you taking my kindness for granted?”
“I called you senior, but you really think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?”
His brows slowly furrowed.
The atmosphere in the area also began to grow heavy and oppressive, changing with Ye Cheng’s emotion!
Sword Douluo, who had originally intended to continue lecturing, noticed the changes in their surroundings and swallowed the words he was about to speak.
‘Indeed, my mindset is still not up to par.’
‘How could a truly formidable powerful cultivator become angry over a mere few words from another?’
‘It seems I still have a long way to go.’
Feeling the anger within him, Ye Cheng sighed inwardly. He could sense that after possessing power that could be called invincible, even though he tried his best to restrain it, his inner self was actually somewhat inflated.
If it had been before, he would never have gotten angry so easily. Not to mention, now he felt discontent just because of Sword Douluo's few words of lecturing, and even had an impulse to beat him senseless, or even cripple him. This was absolutely abnormal.
Undoubtedly, there was a problem with his mindset.
His strength and mindset were mismatched; if he continued to let this go, a major problem would arise sooner or later.
(end of chapter)
2023-04-04 Author: Fu Hejun
On the Cliff.
“A Level 96 Titled Douluo, such strength, and his aura carries a sharp edge… If my guess is correct, you should be Chen Xin, the renowned Sword Douluo, famed throughout the Soul Master World for your Sword Dao, am I right?” Ye Cheng gazed at the white-haired, youthful-faced old man opposite him, with utterly calm and tranquil eyes.
“Indeed, it is this old man.”
Sword Douluo showed no surprise when Ye Cheng spoke and revealed his identity. He readily admitted it.
“I've long heard of your great name.”
Ye Cheng nodded lightly. After a polite exchange, he continued, “From Senior Sword Douluo’s demeanor, it seems you’ve been waiting for this junior for quite some time. If you have anything to say, please speak frankly.”
“This old man came here at your father’s request, to invite you back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a discussion,” Sword Douluo said, stroking his long beard.
Although his true purpose for coming here was to have Ye Cheng acknowledge his ancestral Clan, it was impossible to state his intentions immediately. After all, Ye Cheng was no longer what he used to be; he had reached the pinnacle of Soul Masters! No one understood the meaning of the Limit Douluo Realm better than Sword Douluo.
Previously, his own father, a Level 97 Titled Douluo, had ultimately died at the hands of a Limit Douluo. His father had told him before his death that from Level 95 onwards, every Level increase for a Titled Douluo brought immense changes to a Soul Master's strength and Martial Soul. Especially the Limit Douluo... that Realm was already close to a demigod.
An ordinary Titled Douluo probably couldn't even withstand a single move from a Limit Douluo. A Soul Master at this Realm possessed strength far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Quantity had lost its meaning against such a powerful expert; only opponents of the same Level could contend with them!
Therefore, facing Ye Cheng, this junior, Sword Douluo, a renowned senior for many years, dared not put on any airs of a distinguished senior expert. Instead, he conversed on equal footing, showing extreme politeness.
“Father?”
When Ye Cheng personally heard the word “father” spoken by Sword Douluo, the expression on his face became somewhat subtle. It was truly a distant word for him.
In his previous life, when he was still on Earth, he had a happy and harmonious family. Both parents were present, he had an older brother, and three older sisters. As the youngest child in the family, he had grown up pampered, showered with love and indulgence by everyone.
After an accidental death, he transmigrated to this world.
He only had a mother, but his father was nowhere to be found.
That year, when he was 6 years old, after his family was shattered and its members lost.
He wandered alone, cautiously surviving in this unfamiliar world. As an ordinary person, in this world governed by the Law of the Jungle, he was inevitably oppressed by nobles and Soul Masters. He ultimately had to pay to buy his life, enduring humiliation to survive... But no matter how difficult or wronged he felt, he never thought of looking for his father in this life.
Simply because this so-called father ignored his mother’s death, Ye Cheng had no good impression of this guy.
In his eyes, this nominal father was an absolute scumbag!
It was understandable for a man to be lustful or promiscuous.
But abandoning responsibility afterward, that was his fault.
One of the venerable Upper Three Sects.
Could the Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not afford to support a woman? Could he not protect a small clan?
Ye Cheng didn't care if Ning Fengzhi had any reservations or hidden reasons. He only remembered the resentful and unwilling expression on his mother's face when she spoke of his biological father in this life... she was clearly a pitiable woman who had been deceived and betrayed by a scumbag.
Now, this scumbag father saw that his illegitimate son had become successful, and he couldn't wait to send someone to reconcile their relationship.
What the hell were you doing all this time?
“Father? I don’t recall ever gaining a father,” Ye Cheng shook his head, a hint of disdain appearing on his face as he spoke in an extremely cold tone. “As for ‘returning’ to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? That’s even more ridiculous. When did I ever become a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?”
When Sword Douluo heard this, the eager expression on his face froze, and he felt some displeasure in his heart. But he still suppressed his anger, patiently saying, “Child, I know you hold many grievances in your heart. However, blood is thicker than water. Regardless, it is an undeniable fact that the noble Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Bloodline flows within your body.”
“You can deny anyone, but you cannot deny your own bloodline!”
At this moment, Sword Douluo exuded a considerable sense of oppression, adopting the posture of an elder. His gaze towards Ye Cheng was as if he were looking at a rebellious junior.
Of course, in terms of blood relation,
Ye Cheng, as Ning Fengzhi’s son, could indeed be considered this old man’s junior.
Whether Ye Cheng was willing or not, the bloodline flowing within him and the Martial Soul he inherited would create an inseparable link between him and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Unless he explicitly declared that he was severing ties with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and striking out on his own, anyone who intended to act against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future would have to consider whether they would provoke Ye Cheng, this Limit Douluo, the ultimate expert of the current age.
In this world that emphasized bloodline inheritance,
People placed great importance on clan bloodline, believing that one’s birth already determined their future achievements and ultimate potential.
How great of an achievement you could attain depended entirely on what Martial Soul you inherited.
And in the eyes of the world, Ye Cheng’s ability to reach Limit Douluo was not due to his hard work, but purely because he possessed the noble bloodline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which allowed him to achieve his current accomplishments.
Precisely because of this, Sword Douluo was very displeased with Ye Cheng’s apparent disregard for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
In his opinion, if it weren't for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's bloodline bestowing upon you the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, merely relying on the Flying Rainbow Sword Martial Soul inherited from your mother's side, reaching Soul Saint in this life would be considered quite good.
What virtue or ability would you have to become the pinnacle of Soul Masters?
In some respects, Sword Douluo’s thoughts couldn't be called wrong. At least in this world where everyone possessed a Martial Soul, a person's bloodline and background indeed determined their future achievements and ultimate potential.
If both parents had waste Martial Souls, the child born from their union would almost certainly have a waste Martial Soul as well. Unless an extremely rare beneficial mutation occurred, the child would be just like their parents.
However, beneficial mutations were ultimately rare exceptions; the vast majority of people still followed the rule that a dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a rat's son knows how to dig holes.
So in this world, bloodline theory couldn't be called entirely wrong. At least, it couldn't be completely denied.
But Ye Cheng paid no mind to any of that. Seeing Sword Douluo assume the haughty demeanor of an elder lecturing him, he felt his anger flare!
“Are you taking my kindness for granted?”
“I called you senior, but you really think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?”
His brows slowly furrowed.
The atmosphere in the area also began to grow heavy and oppressive, changing with Ye Cheng’s emotion!
Sword Douluo, who had originally intended to continue lecturing, noticed the changes in their surroundings and swallowed the words he was about to speak.
‘Indeed, my mindset is still not up to par.’
‘How could a truly formidable powerful cultivator become angry over a mere few words from another?’
‘It seems I still have a long way to go.’
Feeling the anger within him, Ye Cheng sighed inwardly. He could sense that after possessing power that could be called invincible, even though he tried his best to restrain it, his inner self was actually somewhat inflated.
If it had been before, he would never have gotten angry so easily. Not to mention, now he felt discontent just because of Sword Douluo's few words of lecturing, and even had an impulse to beat him senseless, or even cripple him. This was absolutely abnormal.
Undoubtedly, there was a problem with his mindset.
His strength and mindset were mismatched; if he continued to let this go, a major problem would arise sooner or later.
(end of chapter)
