For the first time in many years, Emperor Dingyuan had stated his true purpose so bluntly.
Maduo shook his head slightly.
Though he had long suspected it, hearing it from Emperor Dingyuan's own mouth was another matter entirely.
Blood planting meant forcibly inoculating all commoners with True Blood through grafting.
Because the inoculated True Blood would be exceptionally pure, specially screened, and subjected to extensive experimentation, there would not be any major problems.
Thus, this method was hailed as the fundamental cure for Great Moon's chronic affliction in the future.
But the authority to choose which True Blood lineage would be used for this so-called fundamental cure lay in the imperial clan's hands.
The bit of bloodline granted through blood planting would, at most, give the people a foundation for universal martial practice.
Yet the path of True Blood placed bloodlines first. Even if everyone could practice martial arts, what could they cultivate from those thin, inferior bloodlines?
It was nothing more than an illusion meant to deceive the people. Instead, it would only add an enormous burden of food consumption.
"What if I can find other True Bloods with extremely weak rejection reactions?" Emperor Dingyuan enunciated every word.
Rumble!
Thunder rolled outside, and sudden tremors shook the hall.
Gales poured in through the palace doors and windows, whipping their robes without pause.
A grave glint flashed through Maduo's eyes.
If there were high-, middle-, and low-grade bloodlines alike...
This would mean completely controlling the channels through which True Blood practitioners could rise.
Using True Blood lineages as rewards, he would establish the foundation for social mobility in Great Moon.
Not only would this eliminate the sharp conflicts among the people throughout the realm, but it would also allow the highest-grade bloodlines to circulate solely among his own people.
Maduo