"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Jun Changxiao's body was burning, and so was his blood. Once he was thoroughly cooked, a little cumin and chili powder would probably make him nice and crispy.
Especially that face of his—it ought to have the best chew and bite.
"Ahhh!"
Jun Changxiao suddenly screamed.
Don't be too quick to applaud, because it wasn't caused by pain. It was because it felt far too good.
With the maternal bloodline within him serving as the bridge for fusion, the entire process went very smoothly. Other than taking some time, it basically brought him no harm.
Several hours later.
Jun Changxiao stopped burning, and his crimson skin gradually cooled.
At that moment, the Red-haired Man felt the resonance of their bloodlines, and a satisfied smile surfaced on his face.
My son isn't dead.
He lives in this world in another form!
This self-deceiving feeling might have seemed somewhat laughable, but what else could the Red-haired Man do? He could only use Jun Changxiao as spiritual solace.
Besides.
Obtaining the maternal bloodline had been fate in itself.
Giving him the paternal bloodline was merely deepening that bond of fate.
"Father."
After fusing the bloodline, Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"
Calling Gongsun Ruoli Mother didn't feel the least bit awkward. After all, he had her bloodline. But calling the Red-haired Man Father had been embarrassing, since there had been no bloodline whatsoever between them, nor any resonance.
Now there was!
So there was no longer any awkwardness or barrier between them.
"How much has your strength improved?" the Red-haired Man asked.
"A little."
Jun Changxiao answered helplessly.
The Red-haired Man said, "At our level, even the slightest improvement is extremely noticeable. You need not be overly dejected."
"Mm."
Jun Changxiao nodded.
The Red-haired Man said, "Since there