If that had been all, it would've been fine. His body had become incredibly muscular, but at least it had grown much stronger. That wasn't a bad thing.
But!
Only then did Lin Changqing realize that a trace of Witch Clan bloodline had appeared in his body. It had been absorbed bit by bit along with the energy.
And this wasn't Witch Clan bloodline contained in the energy. This was bloodline power in his flesh and blood!
After all, most of what the medicinal brew had extracted was flesh and blood.
With this Witch Clan bloodline, even if he had only a trace of it, Lin Changqing could be considered half a Witch.
Xing Tian really was a massive trap!
Although this trace of Witch Clan bloodline had made his body much stronger, the thought of being mistaken for a Witch whenever he went out gave Lin Changqing a headache!
He had no idea whether the bloodline would affect his brain, too. If it did, he'd be losing out big-time!
Most importantly, if these Witches learned that he had absorbed Witch Clan bloodline and demanded that he carry on their bloodline...
For a moment, Lin Changqing was left reeling. This was just his luck!
All he could do was sigh helplessly before continuing to think.
The Witch Clan bloodline power had definitely come from the black liquid in that jar.
It probably didn't just lower the medicinal brew's boiling intensity. It also contained the powerful essence-blood of the Witches.
There might even be Ancestor Witch bloodline in it. This was probably the Witch Clan's way of strengthening their bloodline, which had grown increasingly diluted over time.
That was why even Lin Changqing hadn't managed to refine this bloodline power. In the end, it had merged into his flesh and blood.