The Stripped Bloodline

"Simple. Just give me some resources."

With that, she held out her fair little hand before Hun Tiandi and curled her fingers at him. Her innocent expression, paired with a Girl's pure charm, was as intoxicating and soul-stirring as the deadliest poison.

Hun Tiandi chuckled. "This is the first time Ruoruo has asked me for cultivation resources, isn't it? You used to be quite resistant to such things."

"Hehe, Father, you really are amusing. You've probably seen Ruoruo fewer times than Hun Tie Zhu, the man who guards the gates of our Soul Sacrificing Village. What could you possibly know about me?"

Hun Ruoruo's beautiful eyes narrowed into crescents as she sweetly added, "Besides, this counts as an equal exchange. I'm not taking your treasures for nothing."

"Ruoruo, are you referring to the Storage Ring in the little house?"

"Of course, I can't hide it from you. But you mustn't peek inside beforehand."

Seeing the blush on the Girl's cheeks, a glimmer flashed through Hun Tiandi's eyes before he gave a faint nod.

"Very well."

Having finally obtained permission to leave, even her long-tempered heart rippled slightly.

Taking the Storage Ring floating in the air, Hun Ruoruo tossed her long hair behind her. A pair of wings as black as the night suddenly unfurled behind her.

The powerful wind pressure whipped her hair and clothes into loud flutters. Black feathers scattered through the air, but when they landed, they melted at a touch like the first snow, turning into specks of light that merged into the ground.

"Not bad."

Hun Tiandi admired the breathtaking sight before him. Yet his robes and the hair at his temples remained eerily untouched by the gale. Everything moved while he alone remained still, creating an incomparably stark sense of separation from his surroundings.

He praised her, "With this Flying Dou Technique of yours, even a peak Dou Huang would find it difficult to match your speed. With this Dou Skill's support, the lands beyond the Central Continent are indeed yours to roam."

".Thank you for your praise, Father." Seeing him bring up this Flying Dou Technique of his own accord, Hun Ruoruo could no longer maintain her earlier coquettish tone, and a trace of coldness flashed through her eyes.

This Flying Dou Technique was one of the items left behind by her mother. It was also after obtaining it that Hun Ruoruo had resolutely abandoned her former life of fine clothes and rich food, coming alone to survive in this remote mountain village.

Now that he mentioned it, she could not tell whether Hun Tiandi had simply forgotten, as powerful men often did, or whether he had done so deliberately.

"Are you leaving now? Logically speaking, you should still have three days to prepare." Halfway through, he paused. Catching the Thoughts hidden deep within the Girl's eyes, he changed his words.

"Very well. Time is short, and I only prepared a Soul Jade Slip. Still, the Soul Hall token should be enough to ensure your safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shifted his feet slightly and appeared before Hun Ruoruo with Shrinking Space to Inches. He gently stroked the Girl's soft, smooth hair.

"You?!"

Caught off guard by his sudden action, Hun Ruoruo forcefully suppressed the urge to slap his hand away and quietly waited for Hun Tiandi to withdraw it.

Her neck trembled faintly, and every part of her body radiated resistance.

At last, Hun Tiandi tucked his hand back into his sleeve and sighed softly. "Go."

Before his words had even faded, Hun Ruoruo had already become a streak of light at the horizon and vanished without a trace.

Only after her figure had fled into the distance did the black feathers, scattered by the fierce wind, gradually drift down from the sky. Her speed was indeed enough to leave any Dou Emperor expert dumbfounded.

Hun Tiandi raised a hand and caught a falling black feather. He watched the Girl depart, his deep eyes narrowing, making his Thoughts impossible to discern.

He turned around. Rather than using Shrinking Space to Inches, he walked step by step toward the dilapidated little wooden house.

With a creak, the door to the little wooden house slowly opened. The unlocked door seemed to indicate that its owner had long anticipated his arrival.

Hun Tiandi looked over the dim little room, darkened by its tiny window. Though run-down, it could not conceal its neat order. A small wooden table, a bed, and a meditation cushion were essentially the most valuable items in the room.

There were few belongings, but the room carried a strong sense of daily life. With a light sniff, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance belonging to Hun Ruoruo. It was utterly at odds with the bewitching charm she displayed, carrying the refreshing sweetness of a Water Droplet sliding from a flower petal.

The room was small, and he reached its end in only a few steps.

A silver-white ring lay quietly atop the wooden table made from Black Soul Wood Heart. Hun Tiandi gently picked it up, and a thread of Soul Force entered it.

In but a moment, Hun Tiandi took an exquisite Jade bottle from the Storage Ring. Reaching into his robes, he placed a Star Disk roughly the size of a bowl onto the table.

"Drip."

Dark-red blood dripped from the Jade bottle, and splashing droplets stained the Star Disk's surface with mottled marks.

The next instant, brilliant golden patterns burst forth across the Star Disk, coiling over its surface like tree roots. Once it was fully illuminated, nine-colored divine light flooded the once-dim room, making it as bright as though the gates of heaven had opened.

Hun Tiandi chuckled and walked slowly out of the wooden house while holding the Star Disk. He went straight to the Stone Stool outside and sat down.

"Hun Miesheng."

"Clan Leader." A distant voice, detached yet respectful, rang out as though it had traveled across several layers of space.

Yet the instant the voice fell, a strange figure shrouded entirely in darkness was already kneeling on one knee before Hun Tiandi.

The space around the strange man called Hun Miesheng was extremely chaotic, even bearing faint cracks. Clearly, he had crossed space and arrived in the Soul Realm through some exceedingly powerful method of spatial transfer.

Such methods could only be wielded by experts at the Dou Saint level.

After rushing over, Hun Miesheng saw Hun Tiandi sitting leisurely upon the Stone Stool, seemingly with no intention of explaining himself. He could only carefully sense the surrounding fluctuations.

A moment later, his pupils contracted. "Clan Leader, you... let Miss leave?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I would not dare speak recklessly. It is merely Miss's Bloodline Power..." Hun Miesheng trailed off, looking incomparably nervous.

Even with his status as the master of the Soul Hall and his formidable Five-star Dou Saint strength, he did not dare casually discuss Hun Ruoruo's bloodline before Hun Tiandi.

Seeing his hesitant manner, Hun Tiandi simply stopped concealing the fluctuations of the Star Disk in his hand and displayed it before him.

"I originally thought the reason that Girl's bloodline was thin was because her mother was not a member of my Soul Clan. Yet she gave me quite the surprise."

"Th-this is?!"

"This drop of essence blood was taken seven years ago. In other words, Ruoruo had already possessed a Divine Bloodline seven years ago. It was only because that Girl used some method to strip it from her body that her Bloodline Power appeared to grow thinner by the day."

Listening to Hun Tiandi's casual words, even Hun Miesheng could not help but lose focus for a moment.

After a long silence, he said quietly, "Miss... At less than ten years old, she was already capable of such ruthlessness. If she is allowed to leave, I fear she will..."

After considering it again and again, Hun Miesheng still did not say the words "plant the seeds of disaster."

"I naturally know of the hatred in her heart, but..."

Hun Tiandi gazed into the distance. Light and darkness flickered in his profound eyes as he said indifferently, "Unless she reaches the Nine-star Dou Saint level, she will never be worthy of my attention. There is no need to worry."

".Yes."

"Oh, right. Send everyone who has come into contact with Ruoruo to the formations of your Soul Hall."

"By your command."

Hun Miesheng, who had always avoided the Clan Leader's family affairs like the plague, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly rose to take his leave, shattering the void as he departed.

With a casual gesture, Hun Tiandi repaired the Soul Realm's space, which had shattered like broken glass. He looked gently at the Star Disk in his hand, revealing a strange smile.

"During these years of secluded healing, I have comprehended countless Cultivation Techniques and Dou Skills. Yet the daughter gained through this Dual Cultivation Technique has become my greatest aid. How interesting."