What? Did I hear that right? He wanted to take the test again?
Damn, did he really think we were praising him just now? Did he want to be mocked again?
Was there something wrong with his head?
As soon as Hun Han finished speaking, countless puzzled gazes focused on him once more. Naturally, these were merely their inner thoughts; no one was foolish enough to say them aloud.
Even the elderly Hun Clan man presiding over the test looked at Hun Han in surprise, his eyes full of confusion. Then, he calmly refused, "There's no need. There's nothing wrong with the test result. You may step down."
Hun Han grew anxious at those words and cleverly said, "Elder, please let me test one more time. I am the thirteenth son of the Hun Clan Leader, the thirteenth young master of the Hun Clan. Given my status, surely it isn't excessive to request one additional test? Besides, another test won't take much time!"
The elderly Hun Clan man glanced at Hun Han and found his words reasonable. Though he could not understand why Hun Han insisted so strongly, he still nodded. "Very well. Then test again. But whatever the result is this time, you may not request another retest!"
Hun Han was delighted. He politely bowed to the elderly man and said gratefully, "All right. Thank you, Elder!"
The elderly man's expression remained unchanged as he said flatly, "Begin!"
With that, Hun Han's hand once again touched the dark, gleaming Dark Soul Stone Tablet.
As Hun Han's palm made contact, the Dark Soul Stone Tablet once again emitted a faint glow. Five golden characters, utterly unchanged, appeared upon it: Fighting Qi, First Stage!
A particularly mocking voice rang out from the crowd.
"Heh, I thought he might be different somehow, but he's nothing special after all! Still Fighting Qi, First Stage."
"Exactly. Seeing how desperately he demanded a second test, I thought there would be some surprise. What a waste of my expression!"
"That's right, that's right. Tell me, does he enjoy being humiliated so much because there's something wrong with his brain?"
The Hun Clan disciples surrounding the altar whispered among themselves. As for Hun Feng, a faint smile curled at his lips. Hun Han was one of the candidates competing for the position of Young Clan Leader. The more stains and blemishes Hun Han carried, the more advantageous it was for Hun Feng.
After today, I'll have one fewer competitor!
Hun Feng thought to himself.
However, in the next moment, Hun Feng's expression froze in astonishment.
A powerful ripple of energy spread through the space surrounding the Dark Soul Stone Tablet.
"What?"
The appearance of an energy ripple meant that Hun Han possessed a first-grade Dou Di Bloodline of the Hun Clan.
Following the first energy ripple, the Dark Soul Stone Tablet produced two more, then three more ripples.
"One... five... eight, nine, ten. Divine Grade Bloodline!"
Gasps echoed throughout the entire white marble plaza as countless disbelieving gazes stared at the space around the Dark Soul Stone Tablet.
The Hun Clan elder overseeing the test looked down at Hun Han in shock and cried out, "Child, you are actually the bearer of a Divine Grade Bloodline!"
What?
A Divine Grade Bloodline?
How could that be? The good-for-nothing everyone had believed him to be had actually awakened a Divine Grade Bloodline today?
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Invisibly, most people felt as though someone had fiercely slapped them across the face. The good-for-nothing they had mocked in their hearts had awakened a Divine Grade Bloodline that was far beyond their reach.
Hun Feng clenched his fists tightly. His gaze at Hun Han was filled with intense hostility as he thought bitterly, Damn it, you awakened a Divine Grade Bloodline too!
A ninth-grade bloodline meant a person possessed the potential to advance to Dou Sheng.
A Divine Grade Bloodline, meanwhile, meant that person possessed the potential to advance to Dou Di.
Dou Di! A realm no one had set foot in for tens of thousands of years. Yet now, another bearer of a Divine Grade Bloodline had appeared in the Hun Clan!
Hun Feng had noticed that although his own bloodline was also Divine Grade, the ripples produced by the Dark Soul Stone Tablet during his test had appeared far more slowly than Hun Han's. Moreover, even the intensity of the tenth ripple had been inferior to Hun Han's. In other words, although both possessed Divine Grade Bloodlines, Hun Feng's talent was still slightly inferior to Hun Han's.
"Since... his potential is so immeasurable, why has he been unable to sense Dou Qi for six years? Could it be that he had been pretending all along?"
Someone raised this question.
"Impossible. No talent or realm can be concealed before the Dark Soul Stone Tablet."
The speaker was none other than the Hun Clan elder responsible for the test, an authoritative figure. Under the pressure of the Divine Grade Bloodline, many surrounding Hun Clan disciples looked extremely uncomfortable. Their faces had turned pale as they resisted the urge in their hearts to prostrate themselves.
Fortunately, their cultivation realms were higher than Hun Han's, allowing them to avoid kneeling.
"The Young Master's bloodline shackles have finally been broken!"
Amid the shock of the people in the white marble plaza, no one noticed the incomparably delighted voice that sounded from the forest at the edge of the plaza.
Buzz!
Immediately afterward, another ripple unexpectedly spread from the Dark Soul Stone Tablet.
"What is going on?"
The sudden additional ripple caused even the important Hun Clan figures seated on the platform halfway up the mountain to rise in surprise.
"An eleventh-grade bloodline?"
Someone could not help but cry out.
The eight ancient clans classified their bloodlines from first to tenth grade. A tenth-grade bloodline was also known as a Divine Grade Bloodline. There had never been any such thing as an eleventh-grade bloodline beyond the tenth grade. This was common knowledge among the eight ancient clans. Yet an eleventh-grade bloodline had now appeared.
"No, that is not a Hun Clan bloodline. It is... the bloodline of the Xiao Clan!"
An elderly man with white hair and beard on the platform blurted out.
"The... Xiao Clan?"
"Is there such a clan?"
"Weren't there only seven ancient clans? When did a Xiao Clan exist?"
Some young people who knew little of history could not help questioning the Hun Clan elder's words.
This time, the energy ripples emitted by the Dark Soul Stone Tablet were not black, but golden. Moreover, the golden ripples pressed tightly against the black ripples.
"One... five... eight, nine, ten. Divine Grade Bloodline!"
One person possessed the Divine Grade Bloodlines of two clans!
By rights, this should have been cause for celebration. Yet the highly experienced elders present could not bring themselves to rejoice, because one of those Divine Grade Bloodlines belonged to the Xiao Clan, the Hun Clan's former mortal enemy.
After the Dark Soul Stone Tablet revealed both the Hun Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline and the Xiao Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline, another powerful fluctuation erupted from it. Then, an unbelievable scene appeared.
The black and golden ripples in the space around the Dark Soul Stone Tablet actually... merged with each other. In the end, they formed ten bronze-colored energy ripples.
The ten energy ripples were not especially bright, yet they carried a deep, steady quality.
The Hun Clan disciples whose faces had gone pale could no longer endure it. With a thud, they all fell to their knees.
"What... what grade of bloodline is this?"
Not only the younger Hun Clan disciples, but even the elderly Hun Clan man overseeing the test was utterly astonished to discover that the Dou Qi within his body had actually stopped circulating just now.
"Damn it!"
Hun Feng's face darkened as he clenched his fists. He glared at Hun Han on the altar with hostility. Even with his Divine Grade Bloodline, he could still feel the suppression originating from Hun Han's bloodline.
Despite all the shocked expressions around him, Hun Han's face showed little change. He swept his gaze across the enormous plaza and could easily sense several hostile stares. However, he did not care.
When Hun Han had requested another test, he had already anticipated that it would draw the hostility of many people afterward. At this moment, many people probably wanted to nip this heaven-blessed genius in the bud. They might even have already thought of hundreds or thousands of vicious methods to kill him, Hun Han.
However, Hun Han no longer cared.
"Hun Han. Fighting Qi, First Stage, low-grade; bloodline, Divine Grade!"
Once Hun Han removed his hand from the Dark Soul Stone Tablet, the bloodline pressure around them swiftly dispersed.
"Hun Han, not bad. You have awakened a Divine Grade Bloodline. Cultivate diligently from now on. I look forward to the day you return to the Imperial Capital!" The elderly Hun Clan man encouraged Hun Han.
Although Hun Han's bloodline was Divine Grade, he had failed to reach Fighting Qi, Seventh Stage by the age of six. Therefore, his fate remained unchanged: he would be sent to govern a region as its city lord.
Unless someone was willing to alter the rule passed down by their ancestors.
"Thank you, Elder Eighteen!"
Hun Han bowed deeply to the elderly Hun Clan man presiding over the test.
The elderly man stroked his beard. Hun Han had awakened a Divine Grade Bloodline yet remained so courteous, neither arrogant nor impetuous. This gave the elder an even more favorable impression of him.
Hun Han then said, "Elder Eighteen, this junior has an unreasonable request. I hope Elder can help fulfill this junior's wish!"
The Hun Clan elder asked cautiously, "Mm, tell me first?"
Hun Han said emotionally, "Elder Eighteen, tomorrow, I will leave the Imperial Capital and govern a region according to the ancestral rules. I do not know when I will be able to return in the future. Before I leave, this junior wishes to see my father once and personally paint a portrait of him. Whenever I miss my father, at least I will have something to hold onto."
"This..."
The Hun Clan elder hesitated. It was only natural for a son to see his father. However, Elder Eighteen of the Hun Clan knew that Hun Tiandi did not like his thirteenth son. For six years, he had never seen his child. Every time Hun Han took the initiative to meet him, Hun Tiandi avoided seeing him.
Once, a Hun Clan disciple had secretly taken Hun Han to see Hun Tiandi. Afterward, Hun Tiandi had broken that disciple's legs. From then on, no one dared mention Hun Han in front of Hun Tiandi.
If he agreed to Hun Han's request, would he not be throwing himself into the fire?
Elder Eighteen wanted to refuse, but when he saw Hun Han's pitiful expression, he remembered that the other party... was only a six-year-old child. His heart softened, and he could not bear to refuse such a filial son. He nodded. "All right. After the test is over, come with me. But let me make this clear: I will only inform him. Whether the Clan Leader sees you or not, I cannot guarantee it!"
Hun Han's face lit up with joy at those words. He bowed deeply to Elder Eighteen. "Thank you, Elder."
This was Hun Han's true purpose in exposing his brilliance and drawing the hostility of others.
Hun Han's cheat ability did not merely allow him to check in at specific times and locations; it also allowed him to check in with specific people. If he could check in with Hun Tiandi, what reward would he receive?
Hun Tiandi had once been one of the five strongest beings. He would play an immensely important role on the future Dou Qi Continent. Surely, the reward for checking in with him would be extraordinarily valuable!
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