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Chapter 473 - 474 Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique

Chapter 473: Chapter 474 Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique

"Emperor’s Teacher?" The crowd, upon hearing this domineering and mysterious title, showed faces full of curiosity.

The Ghost Doctor said with utmost seriousness, "This name is taboo and must not be mentioned again..."

The old drunkard then took out a flask of mystical wine and slowly poured it into Ye Wudao’s mouth.

"Ah!" Even in a state of feigned death, Ye Wudao let out a pained cry, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"My goodness, what kind of wine is this?"

"It actually woke someone up from a state of feigned death?" the crowd exclaimed in shock.

The old drunkard chuckled and said, "This is the Flood Dragon Bone Wine I meticulously crafted, with flood dragon bones as the primary ingredient, combined with hundreds of spirit grasses to refine it. Its medicinal potency is extremely strong and can mend broken bones and save lives!"

Hiss!

The crowd sucked in a breath of cold air.

’Bang!’ ’Bang!’...

Sounds like firecrackers could be continuously heard from within Ye Wudao’s body.

"The broken meridians inside little Ye are healing!" the Ghost Doctor, sensing the changes in Ye Wudao, said in shock.

"Yes, the Flood Dragon Bone Wine is taking effect!" said the old drunkard.

The shattered meridians within Ye Wudao’s body were rapidly healing and soon restored to their original state.

"Old Drunkard, little Ye’s injuries are too severe, it will take at least several days for him to wake up!" remarked the Ghost Doctor who was nearby.

"We can’t wait! Never mind, I’ll expend a bit of spiritual power and directly pass on the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique to him!" said the old drunkard as he kept forming hand seals and murmuring incantations.

"Kid, whether you can cultivate this world-shaking Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique depends on your fate!"

As the old drunkard spoke, he resolutely slapped his hands onto Ye Wudao.

The trembling Ye Wudao’s body suddenly stiffened.

"It’s done!" said the old drunkard, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand.

Transferring the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique was extremely draining, and even someone as strong as he felt a bit overwhelmed!

The crowd kept their eyes on Ye Wudao, noticing that he seemed to fall into a deep sleep once again.

"What’s happening?"

"Why isn’t Brother Wudao moving?" Xia Shiqi and a few other women asked curiously.

The old drunkard said, "Hehe, the youngster is absorbing the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique."

After a moment, Ye Wudao’s body suddenly flushed red, and he erupted with a terrifying aura of blood qi. His face twisted in pain and agony.

"What’s wrong with the young master?"

"Old Drunkard, what exactly is this Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique you mentioned?" The crowd, puzzled, was extremely curious about the technique.

"Actually, the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique is a rare cultivation technique for cultivating bloodline power!" the old drunkard explained slowly.

Bloodline Power?

Upon hearing this unfamiliar and mysterious term, everyone’s eyes revealed deep confusion.

Only Liu Kuangsheng, who had perused countless texts, was shocked at the term and said, "Could it be the bloodline power that only a fifth-grade War King level expert can awaken?"

With a look of surprise in his eyes, the old drunkard stared at Liu Kuangsheng and said, "I didn’t expect that you, a mere War Spirit level youngster, would know about bloodline power?"

"Cough cough, I’ve only seen it mentioned in an ancient manuscript!" Liu Kuangsheng said humbly.

Dao Kuang and the others, curious, asked, "Old Liu, what is bloodline power?

"How come we’ve never heard of it?"

Liu Kuangsheng patiently explained, "Bloodline Power is the most ancient force within the human body, extremely profound and difficult to awaken! Only Martial Artists above the rank of fifth-grade Battle Kings qualify to touch it!"

Everyone was confused, half-understanding.

"Don’t understand..."

"Feels very complicated!"

The old drunkard glanced at Blood Axe beside him and laughed, "You show them a trick!"

"Yes." Blood Axe nodded respectfully.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Blood Axe.

"Bloodline Power, activate!" With a furious shout from Blood Axe, nine terrifying Bloodline Powers burst forth from his body, each at the height of their formidable strength, so vigorous that people dared not look directly at them.

"Holy shit, is this what Bloodline Power is?"

"So powerful!" Everyone was stunned.

The old drunkard laughed and explained, "This is Bloodline Power! Ordinary Battle King Martial Artists can only awaken three or four, but Blood Axe has already awakened nine Bloodline Powers within his body, with the limit for a Battle King being twelve!"

Everyone looked at Blood Axe with eyes filled with reverence.

"Martial Artists who have awakened Bloodline Power are on a completely different level from those who haven’t, with a gap far bigger than you can imagine!" Blood Axe slowly retracted his Bloodline Power and spoke mildly.

The old drunkard nodded and said, "That’s right, these are just some of the advantages of Bloodline Power. For example, Martial Artists who’ve awakened Bloodline Power can pass it on to their children, blessing their descendants!"

Everyone’s faces were filled with envy.

"Ah, when will we ever be able to awaken Bloodline Power!"

"Forget it, didn’t you hear what the young master’s master said? Only those who are at least eighth-grade Battle King Martial Artists qualify to awaken it!"

"In this lifetime, we probably won’t have the ability to reach the fifth-grade Battle King level!"

Just then, a low growl like that of a wild beast came through.

"Ahh!" Ye Wudao let out a roar, his neck veins bulging, his body emitting a red aura as if it were magma.

"What’s wrong with the young master?" Everyone was shocked, their gaze turned to Ye Wudao.

The ghost doctor, with his sharp eyes, instantly spotted the clue; "Little Ye’s blood energy is rich, he’s beginning to prepare to awaken his Bloodline Power!"

"What?" Everyone couldn’t believe it.

Awakening Bloodline Power before even reaching the Battle King level?

This was simply too exaggerated!

"Old drunkard, isn’t this too risky? Little Ye’s realm is only at the half-step Battle Spirit level!" the ghost doctor was anxious, as a physician he was well aware of Ye Wudao’s internal condition.

The raging blood energy was extremely dense, and any slight mishap could lead to his body exploding and dying!

"Of course!"

The old drunkard nodded without hesitation; "There’s definitely risk involved! But his body is special, forged into a robust physique during seven years of practice in Kunlun, and having undergone the trials of the Tomb of the North King and the Flood Dragon Blood Pool, he should have a thirty percent chance of awakening Bloodline Power!"

"What about the other seventy percent?" the ghost doctor asked.

"Death!" the old drunkard said with a grave expression.

The ghost doctor became frantic, grabbed the old drunkard by the collar, and cursed, "Old drunkard, you’re a damn gambler, you’re actually gambling with your own disciple’s life?"

"Ahh!"

Ye Wudao roared, his body’s blood energy reaching a peak, filling his limbs and bones, his body trembling incessantly as if about to explode and die!

At that instant, a surge of Bloodline Power suddenly burst forth from Ye Wudao’s body.

Seeing this, the ghost doctor, still clutching the old drunkard’s collar, froze in shock, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "He, he’s awakened his Bloodline Power!"