Even if Chen Changming had cracked his skull thinking about it, he still could not understand why Marquis Xuangang, if he belonged to the Ancient Human Clan, would leave the Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art untouched and instead pour his heart and soul into creating the Undying Xuangang Scripture.
The contradiction left him utterly baffled.
As his doubts multiplied, he heard Marquis Xuangang give a cold snort and say with unmistakable pride, "If I did not carry Ancient Human blood, why would I have gone to such lengths to choose you, of all the Body Cultivators who passed the trials, as the one to possess? Do you think I would take just anyone?"
Chen Changming grew even more puzzled.
Rather than hold his tongue, he gave a cold laugh and deliberately poured oil on the fire. "Marquis Xuangang, did a donkey kick you in the head? You had the Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art right in front of you, yet you blazed your own trail and spent all that time and effort creating the Undying Xuangang Scripture? Why take the long road just to make yourself suffer?"
He said it to provoke Marquis Xuangang, hoping to draw out the real answer.
Marquis Xuangang flew into a rage. His voice rang with fury and authority. "Boy, you dare speak to me like that? Have you grown tired of living?"
"You're going to possess me anyway. At least let me go to my grave knowing why."
Chen Changming seized the opening.
"Since you're giving me that body, I'll let you die with the answer!"
Marquis Xuangang grunted, seeming to suppress his anger, then said in a deep voice, "My father belonged to the Ancient Human Clan, but my mother was a human cultivator. That makes me only half an Ancient Human. My bloodline is