The Dou Di Bloodline Isn't All That Great (Seeking Collection, Seeking Collection)

Although soul power is formless and colorless, everyone present could feel the soul pressure permeating the space.

Now that Ling Xi had merged with the Devouring Ancestral Symbol's origin, his soul power was no less than that of an ordinary Sixth-grade Alchemist.

Coupled with his cultivation of the Myriad Spirits Returning to Origin Art and the Devouring Power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, the solidity of his soul power surpassed even some Seventh-grade Alchemists.

"Soul power at the peak of Sixth-grade... approaching Seventh-grade Alchemist level?"

Ling Yuan stared at Ling Xi in the distance, a hoarse voice tinged with disbelief escaping his throat.

Such solid and abundant soul power was emanating from a youth who appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old.

Even though the Ling Clan was naturally gifted in soul power, reaching this level at such an age was unprecedented even within the clan.

"Impossible. How could a Descendant Citizen with First-grade Bloodline possess such formidable soul power?"

While Ling Yuan was racking his brains over this, Ling Yi, the one directly involved, had fallen into a strange stupor.

His face was deathly pale, and a trace of fear flickered in his eyes.

"Impossible!"

The fear on Ling Yi's face quickly twisted into a frantic hysteria.

"You're nothing but a lowly Descendant Citizen with First-grade Bloodline—how could you have such powerful soul force?"

"You must be using some trick to deceive me!"

When people encounter something they can't accept, their first instinct is often doubt.

Especially for someone like Ling Yi, a Direct Line Clansman of the Ling Clan born in the Ling Realm, with a high Dou Di Bloodline grade and formidable soul power.

Such a proud son of heaven, born to stand above others, could never accept that a Descendant Citizen with only First-grade Bloodline was stronger than him.

"Go!"

Faced with Ling Yi's roar, Ling Xi couldn't even be bothered to respond.

With that single word, the invisible palm formed of soul power slammed heavily into the thick soul barrier Ling Yi had conjured around himself.

Boom!

The collision of two invisible forces stirred up a shocking wave of soul energy.

In an instant, the tables and furnishings in the hall were reduced to dust under this fluctuation.

Crack!

Cracks rapidly appeared on Ling Yi's soul barrier, spreading in the blink of an eye under the varied gazes of the other three Dou Venerates.

Bang!

Another dull thud, and the already crumbling soul barrier finally couldn't withstand the terrifying impact of Ling Xi's soul power.

With a crisp sound, it shattered into countless fragments and exploded!

"Pfft!"

As the soul barrier burst, Ling Yi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body staggered back dozens of steps as if struck by a heavy blow before finally stopping.

"Dou Di Bloodline isn't all that impressive."

Looking at Ling Yi, whose face was as pale as paper, Ling Xi shook his head and spoke softly.

He had actually held back just now; otherwise, the soul power enhanced by the Devouring Ancestral Symbol would have completely devoured Ling Yi's scattered soul force.

"How dare you!"

Ling Yuan, who had been stunned by Ling Xi's formidable soul power, immediately roared in anger.

"You are also a member of the Ling Clan, with a trace of Dou Di Bloodline in you—how dare you question our clan's Bloodline Power!"

For the Ancient Races, the Dou Di Bloodline within them was their supreme faith.

The legacy left by the Dou Di had elevated them above ordinary people, granting them a lofty status.

It was simply because their blood was different.

"I'm not questioning the Dou Di Bloodline."

Facing Ling Yuan's fury, Ling Xi let out a soft sigh.

"I'm just wondering—before our ancestors broke through to Dou Di, didn't they also lack the Dou Di Bloodline?"

"Among the Ancient Races, has there ever been a clansman with Dou Di Bloodline who managed to break through to the Dou Di level again?"

At these words, Ling You and Ling Yang, who had remained silent, both changed expression drastically.

"Recently, while studying the history of the Ancient Races with my teacher, I discovered something."

"What is it?"

Ling You's expression turned extremely serious as he asked in a deep voice.

"The Ancient Races are called 'ancient' because of their long history."

"But why is it that these Ancient Races, born with strength and talent beyond ordinary people, have never produced a second Dou Di—and instead grow weaker by the day?"

After a pause, Ling Xi still gritted his teeth and let out the words he had been suppressing in his heart for so long.

"The Dou Di Bloodline has never been a point of pride, but a shack—"

Smack!

Before he could finish the word "shackle," a resounding slap from Ling You cut him off!

"How dare you! Our clan's noble Dou Di Bloodline is not something you can slander like this!"

Ling Xi staggered from the slap, his originally handsome left cheek instantly swelling red.

A trickle of blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Ling You, you've taught quite a disciple!"

Seeing Ling You take action, Ling Yuan found it hard to seize the opportunity to make a scene himself.

"Although this disciple of yours was born a Descendant Citizen, he still carries our clan's Dou Di Bloodline within him."

"For him to speak such reckless words against our noble Dou Di Bloodline, I will naturally report this to the clan and charge you with the crime of failing to teach properly!"

Ling Yuan flicked his sleeve sharply, preparing to leave with the heavily injured Ling Yi.

"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?"

Ling You's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"What about your bet?"

"You!"

Ling Yuan whirled around at the words.

"You can say whatever you want when you go back, but our clan values integrity above all. You can't just renege on your debt, can you?"

Ling You said unhurriedly.

"Take it!"

With things having come this far, Ling Yuan, a Dou Venerate powerhouse, still had his pride to uphold.

He reached out and tossed the Ember Extinguishing Spear Art, retrieved from his Nakai Ring, over to Ling You.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Ling Yuan seemed unwilling to stay in this place any longer. He turned and vanished from the spot.

For a moment, only Ling Xi, Ling You, and Ling Yang remained in the entire reception hall.

"Child, how can you just say anything out loud like that?"

After a long silence, it was Ling You who sighed first.

"Does it still hurt?"

"I'm fine. I was reckless. Thank you, Teacher, for going easy on me."

"If not for you, Elder Ling Yuan would have seized the chance to make things worse."

Ling Xi grinned, forcing a smile.

Ling You was, after all, a Dou Venerate-level expert. Even a casual strike could have easily taken Ling Xi's life.

The fact that Ling Xi only suffered minor injuries wasn't just holding back—it was practically letting him off scot-free.

"Child, how can you just blurt out anything like that?"

Ling Yang also let out a sigh.

"You're just a mere nine-star Dou Practitioner, a Descendant Citizen with a First-grade Bloodline, and you have to say things that could get your head chopped off?"

Ling Xi remained silent.

"Originally, with your talent and the few years of teaching left under Ling You, you might have entered the Ling Realm and become a standout among the younger generation of the Ling Clan."

"But now that you've said those things, who knows how Ling Yuan will report it when he goes back."

After a pause, Ling Yang gave a bitter smile.

"There's a good chance they'll cripple your Dou Qi and bloodline, and expel you from the Ling Clan."