Tunling Clan

The things the Soul Clan played with really were abnormal.

As Yao Yan looked at the object appearing in the figure's palm, an inexplicable chill ran through his entire body. He felt an instinctive disgust rooted in his bloodline, like seeing clusters of insect eggs in his home and reflexively wanting to destroy them.

That was exactly how Yao Yan felt at this moment.

Although Yao Yan did not know what this thing was, since the other party had taken it out, it certainly was not anything good. He did not believe his deceased father had been this man's nominal disciple. Someone possessing a Void Swallowing Flame Sub-fire was at least at the peak of Dou Zun, perhaps even a Dou Sheng.

Would his disciple be a Dou Wang?

What a joke!

Yao Yan thought of many things, but his face revealed none of it. Instead, he stared fearfully at the blood bead that resembled a fetal egg and could not help asking, "Th-this... what is this? Why do I feel like it's dangerous? Even my body feels a little out of control."

"Heh heh, little fellow, have you ever heard of the Tunling Clan?"

The Middle-aged Man let out a sinister laugh, like a hungry wolf revealing its fox tail. He spoke darkly, his gaze fixed eerily on Yao Yan.

Yao Yan shook his head with a bewildered expression, but his heart skipped a beat. In the Original Work, the Tunling Clan had been an ancient race possessing the special power to devour the bloodline power of other races. In the end, they had been devoured by the Void Swallowing Flame. According to the Original Work's description, this race was very similar to the Outer Realm Demons of the Great Thousand World.

"The Tunling Clan was also one of the ancient races. A thousand years ago, the major Ancient Families joined forces to wipe them out. This drop of essence blood was left behind by the Tunling Clan. If you can successfully fuse with it, you may inherit the Tunling Clan's talent and gain the ability to devour the bloodline power of other races. You should know what that means!"

The Middle-aged Man's eyes flashed brightly. Even the black flames around him trembled slightly as his emotions rose a little. After all, this was one of his schemes.

A thousand years ago, Xiao Xuan, the Clan Leader of the Xiao Clan, had attempted to gather the Dou Di Bloodline Power of his clan to break through the Bloodline Shackles and shatter the bottleneck of the Dou God. Unfortunately, he had failed. Yet it was precisely because of his attempt that the Soul Clan came up with this idea. With the aid of the Void Swallowing Flame, the Soul Clan had successfully replicated the Tunling Clan.

The only flaw was that these replicated Tunling Clan creatures possessed no intelligence and had no value in being nurtured. They could only serve as a means to an end.

"..."

Yao Yan was rendered speechless by the Middle-aged Man once more, yet he still had to put on a desirous, greedy expression and stare fixedly at the Tunling Clan Essence Blood in his palm.

Fuck, why did he, a twelve-year-old Six-Star Dou Zhe, have to come into contact with something like this? He even had to face coercion from an expert above the peak of Dou Zun.

At this moment, Yao Yan had no doubt that if he failed to cooperate, what awaited him would be utter annihilation, the kind that would not leave even a trace of his soul behind.

Why did the Soul Clan send people one after another to be slaughtered when dealing with Xiao Yan, while he had to face a boss like this right at the start?

This was too unfair!

He had thought staying in the Yao Clan was pretty good, giving him a head start over countless others. But now, he regretted it.

"Of course, the fusion process is also extremely dangerous. If you fail, your body and soul will suffer backlash from this drop of essence blood. Even if you barely survive, you will lose the Yao Clan's bloodline power, perhaps even that rather decent Soul Power of yours."

Seeing Yao Yan's desirous and greedy expression, the Middle-aged Man gave him a reminder.

Naturally, those words were meant to fool a child. Once he failed, Yao Yan could not possibly survive. Not even a wisp of his soul would remain!

"Has anyone successfully fused with it?"

The Greedy Color in Yao Yan's eyes faded slightly as he frowned and asked.

"Many have tried, but unfortunately, not a single one survived."

The Middle-aged Man shook his head regretfully, though there was no need to conceal this. He continued, "You can judge the risks for yourself. As I said before, all I can give you is a choice. You may refuse, if you are willing to accept your own mediocrity."

He believed the other party would not refuse, especially those low-grade bloodline holders within Dou God Clans. He knew better than anyone how desperately they craved bloodline power.

He had chosen Yao Yan because he was a mixed-blood descendant of the Soul Clan and Yao Clan. Although his Soul Clan bloodline did not show itself, his father had truly been a member of the Soul Clan. Descendants possessing two Dou Di bloodlines were exceptionally special and rare, making him worth trying. That was the real reason he valued Yao Yan.

Of course, the main reason was that experimental material of this sort was relatively scarce. Since he had encountered one, he might as well give it a try.

Fuck your mother... Yao Yan cursed wildly in his heart again, his emotions nearly exploding, yet he had to endure it and continue playing along.

At that moment, he craved strength more than ever.

He wanted to stuff this drop of blood into the other man's mouth for an experiment, rather than be forced by him into becoming an experiment.

"If my strength increases somewhat, will the Success Rate improve?"

Yao Yan's mind raced as he tried to delay the matter for now. He did not think he was the Protagonist who could win this gamble. This was too fucking life-threatening. Having been reborn into a world like this, what he wanted was definitely not a brief, dazzling life.

He was only twelve. He still wanted to see the vast world outside and the beauties from the Original Work...

"No. The stronger you are, the harder it becomes to fuse with it. In the end, you may only be able to refine it into nothingness."

The Middle-aged Man shook his head helplessly, his tone regretful. Clearly, he had tried it before. No one did not want an ability capable of devouring the bloodline power of other races. Though the Soul Clan now possessed similar methods, those methods still required the Void Swallowing Flame, which was clearly not enough to satisfy him.

What he wanted was a Living Being capable of perfectly inheriting the Tunling Clan's abilities.

"...If I am to fuse with it, what preparations do I need to make?"

A Struggling Look appeared on Yao Yan's face. After a moment, he stared at the Middle-aged Man with a faint madness in his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

Since he could not refuse, then he would fucking well "enjoy" the process!

He knew full well that he could not refuse.

The man's words sounded nice, but the mere name Tunling Clan was a taboo topic throughout the entire Dou Qi Continent. Since the other party had told him about it, his fate was already decided. The only difference was whether he cooperated or was forcibly fused with it.

With the other party's strength, a single strand of Soul Power would be enough to erase him from this world.

"Swallow it. Do not resist."

The Middle-aged Man was not surprised by this response. No one could refuse the temptation of this object. Raising his hand, he offered the fetal egg-like essence blood to Yao Yan. At the same time, his eyes gained a hint of excitement and anticipation.

There were not many things in this world capable of stirring his emotions. This human experiment before him was one of them.

He had tested many races, even magical beasts and the Demon Race. Among them, the Soul Clan and Yao Clan showed relatively low rejection, perhaps because the bloodline power of both clans mainly enhanced Soul Power.

Yao Yan was a descendant of the Soul Clan and Yao Clan. In theory, his compatibility should be better.

Yao Yan accepted the essence blood wrapped in black flames. These black flames were like nothingness, without any temperature. Even under the perception of Soul Power, they showed no fluctuations, as though they had merged with the surrounding space. He took a deep breath, looked up at the other party, and asked solemnly, "I have yet to ask Grandmaster's name."

"This old man is Hun Xuzi."

"Grandmaster, are you perhaps from the Soul Clan?"

"That's right. Your father was as well. Unfortunately, your father fell in love with a young woman from the Yao Clan. You should have heard of the relationship between the Yao Clan and the Soul Clan. For your mother's sake, your father chose to abandon his surname and clan. What a laughable choice!"

Hun Xuzi snorted coldly, seemingly deeply dissatisfied with the matter.

Hun Xuzi, the Soul Clan's Chief Alchemist, a Seven Star Dou Sheng Early Stage expert, a Ninth-Rank Profound Pill Alchemist Grandmaster. He had once concealed his identity to study at the Pill Tower, becoming a disciple under the Small Pill Tower Master. Later, he coordinated with the Soul Clan from within to launch a Sneak Attack and kill his master, triggering a great war between the Pill Tower and Soul Hall.

Grandmaster, if I survive this, I will surely inherit your legacy in the future... At this point, Yao Yan did not even feel like getting angry anymore. Looking at the essence blood wrapped in black flames in his hand, he hardened his heart and directly put it into his mouth, swallowing it.

That was life. No one knew when an accident would come!

Since he could not resist, then he would "enjoy" it!