The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 831 - 366 What, Invite Me to Be the Chief Examiner?_3

Chapter 831: Chapter 366 What, Invite Me to Be the Chief Examiner?_3

"Senior, please follow me," Shensou Martial Lord said.

The three of them quickly headed towards the Eastern Alliance.

At this moment, Fat Egg Martial Lord followed behind the two, his expression tangled with conflict. Finally, he mustered the courage and said softly, "Senior, please wait!"

"Oh?" Qi Yuan stopped in his tracks, wariness lurking in his eyes, "What is it?"

Anyone who said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait," rarely had anything good to say.

"May I ask if Fellow Daoist... could be my long-lost... father?" Fat Egg Martial Lord stammered, finally voicing the question that had puzzled him for many years.

In the eyes of his tens of thousands of pounds body, there was still a thread of childlike innocence and purity.

That is the power of Bloodline.

Even the Great Martial Lord, when faced with a stronger Bloodline, a more perfect Bloodline, couldn’t help but show a deference that only a junior would have.

Qi Yuan looked at Fat Egg Martial Lord, struggling to maintain his composure, "Stop spreading rumors, I’ve just recently married and don’t have a child as big as you!"

His family’s household registration book listed only three people.

Him, Xiao Jia, and Goldfinch.

There was no Fat Egg Martial Lord listed.

Hearing this, Fat Egg Martial Lord’s expression couldn’t help but turn to disappointment, sadness clouding his face.

"I understand."

He remained silent, hurting alone.

He realized it must be because his mother was too ugly, which disgusted his father and led him to deny him.

He felt helpless too. Why had he inherited from his mother instead of his father?

...

"Pay my respects to the Ancient Ancestor!"

"Pay my respects to the Senior!"

On the abandoned ship, Mu Yan gazed at the ancestor before him, his eyes filled with deep respect.

Behind Mu Yan were several Peak Martial Kings who had followed him out from the stronghold.

These Peak Martial Kings, some bearing the Mark of Martial Lord, others sworn to Mu Yan’s loyalty, helped Mu Yan achieve impressive results in the Bloodline Ritual.

At this moment, Mu Yan looked at one of the ancestor’s avatars with a reverent expression.

Even though it was just an avatar, Mu Yan could feel that if the ancestor so wished, a mere glance could slay everyone present.

This was the Martial Lord, the one existence every Martial Artist yearned for.

"Not bad, promising at a young age. Aim to be among the top thirty in this Bloodline Ritual," the ancestor’s avatar praised, "As long as you make it into the top thirty and undergo the bloodline baptism, you will surely step into the Realm of Martial Lord within ten years!"

Any Peak Martial King with the Mark of Martial Lord would receive the bloodline baptism.

But the Bloodline Ritual determined the extent of the baptism.

Those who ranked lower, even with the baptism, might need many years to step into the Realm of Martial Lord, and once there, they might deplete their potential, stuck at the first level of Martial Lord for the rest of their life.

"I will give it my all to reach the top thirty!" Mu Yan said with a determined voice.

"If you can enter the top thirty, I may grant you a small request," the esteemed Martial Lord said, valuing this descendant, "What is it you require now?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yan’s heart surged with excitement, and he said, "On the way through the Black Sea, I encountered a crisis, and a Peak Martial King named Qi Yuan saved my life.

However, he fell into conflict with Immortal Zhi and ended up killing him. Behind Immortal Zhi was the support of Diemao Martial Lord. I hope the ancestor can intervene and resolve this grudge."

Mu Yan said these words through clenched teeth.

Throughout the Black Sea journey, Qi Yuan had intervened many times, resolving numerous difficulties.

In a way, he had also saved Mu Yan.

"Good, compassionate and loyal, a fitting descendant of mine.

I will handle this matter.

When the time comes, have him apologize to Diemao Martial Lord, and let’s end this affair," the Martial Lord appeared to be in a good mood.

"Thank you, Ancient Ancestor!" Mu Yan was also pleased.

Qi Yuan’s life was saved.

But then, thinking further, he said, "Right now, the Eastern Alliance is in dire need of people.

This Brother Qi is among the strongest and most talented Martial Kings I’ve seen. May he have a chance to partake in the Bloodline Ritual?"

He still wanted to help Qi Yuan, to give him a chance at the Bloodline Ritual.

The Peak Martial Kings behind Mu Yan, upon hearing this, revealed a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

Clearly, they were not keen on Qi Yuan joining the Bloodline Ritual.

The Martial Lord pondered, "Without the Mark of Martial Lord, he is not qualified to partake in the Bloodline Ritual.

Such matters must be approved by the chief examiner.

Each chief examiner is of ennobled Martial Lord level; I hold too lowly a position to decide."

Hearing this, Mu Yan was somewhat disappointed, but still gratefully said, "My apologies for the presumption!"