Bloodline Origin Crystal

"Ten thousand Soul Crystals, quality irrelevant, and we can really redeem our Soulstones?"

The monkeys had only just been reborn, gaining intelligence and strength. No longer were they merely monkeys endlessly picking wild fruit, stored as rations for magic beasts and birds of prey.

Having finally learned how wonderful the world was, they naturally refused to die so easily. That was why they had offered their Soulstones to Yin Ming.

Yet in the Quasit Clan's inherited memories, demons who offered up their Soulstones usually met miserable ends. It meant being enslaved without end for life, sent to test the waters whenever danger arose.

Hearing that they could redeem their Soulstones through Soul Crystals, they were naturally too excited to contain themselves. But demons were treacherous by nature, so their first reaction was still suspicion.

"Of course! I, Andrew Jack, swear upon truth!"

"There is no need for me to deceive you. With your Soulstones in hand, I can order you to do anything. At worst, you would just work a little slower and tire a little more."

"Besides, if you gathered ten thousand Soul Crystals and I still refused to return your Soulstones, would you ever serve me with peace of mind afterward? Wouldn't that be more loss than gain for me?"

Yin Ming swore in Jack's name without the slightest hesitation. In any case, knights did not believe in truth.

He truly had no other designs on these nearly one thousand Quasits. Since he did not intend to conquer the Abyssal Plane, controlling a thousand First-Ring Transcendents was not as worthwhile as quickly exchanging them for cultivation resources and breaking through to become an Official Wizard.

"..."

"Do you believe him? Ten thousand Soul Crystals is a lot, but it would be worth it if we could redeem our Soulstones. I, Red Six, don't want to be enslaved for the rest of my life."

"I believe him! Without him, we'd have been monkeys all our lives. Didn't he give us everything we have now? Taking some payment is only fair."

"I don't believe him. Whether he returns the Soulstones or not, wouldn't he be the only one who knows?"

"What if he takes our Soul Crystals, then kills us and uses us as potion materials? Who would know?"

"Right, that makes sense. Who knows where he got so many potions? Once we return to the Abyss and grow, we ourselves will be wealth that keeps appreciating."

"If only there were some way to verify it! As long as he does not return the Soulstones, we could notify the rest of our brothers, and they would rather die than serve him."

"Wait... it's not as though there's no way. As long as we..."

"Let's do it! We aren't Abyss natives anyway. We're fundamentally not the same race as Abyssal Quasits."

At those words, the Quasits fell into brief silence before beginning to whisper among themselves in Demon Tongue.

Red One suddenly proposed a method. The crimson eyes of all 962 Quasits grew brighter and brighter, countless red gleams lighting up the shadowy lava cave and converging into an intimidating aura.

Amid the clamorous discussion, Yin Ming vaguely caught words such as Abyss, bloodline, and Quasit King.

He was not afraid of them fighting to the death. In one hand, he held the 'Lava Troll' External Core, and in the other, a sackful of Soulstones. In an instant, he could crush every Soulstone to powder.

"Lord Wizard, could you give us some time..."

Yin Ming nodded. He had roughly guessed what these Quasits intended to do. Though astonished, he walked outside, leaving the lava cave to the 962 newborn Quasit hatchlings.

"..."

"Great Abyssal Will, we are willing to offer our True Name Imprints and condense the Bloodline Origin of the Monkey Quasit Clan..."

The moment Yin Ming left, hundreds of Quasits knelt on both knees and prayed to the Abyssal Will in Demon Tongue.

The All-Knowing Eye would forever watch over wizards.

Just as the Abyssal Will would never refuse any demon's prayer.

The aura of the Abyss gradually condensed around them. A vast will, deep as an abyss, descended—like mountains, like seas, like sun and moon—without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Only through the 'Lava Troll' External Core could Yin Ming sense a Dao-like will winding above every Quasit's head, examining their bodies, flesh, meridians, and genes, comparing them to native Abyssal Quasits.

"Granted!"

No one knew how much time passed. The Abyssal Will made no sound, yet every Quasit suddenly understood. They pierced their brows and condensed a drop of jade-like crimson True Blood. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the drops gathered into a diamond-shaped blood-red crystal.

"..."

"Lord Wizard, this is a blood crystal condensed from our True Blood."

The moment Yin Ming entered the lava cave, Red One picked up the crystal floating in midair and presented it to him. "If you break your promise, we will trigger our bloodlines and shatter this blood crystal. Every Quasit will sense it. At that time, the remaining Quasits would rather die than collect Soul Crystals for you."

Yin Ming: "..."

A blood crystal?

Did they think I couldn't understand Demon Tongue?

Or that I didn't know the Quasit Clan's inherited memories?

This was clearly Bloodline Origin!!

Lying to my face like this—isn't that going too far?

Still, whether it was called a blood crystal or Bloodline Origin, it truly possessed a sensing function.

The 962 Monkey Quasits were the foundations forming this new Bloodline Origin. So long as they did not reproduce, they could reclaim their True Name Imprints at any time and cause other bloodlines of the same origin to sense it.

"What a pity! The Abyssal Will is the true source. If only this were a genuine, complete racial Bloodline Origin!"

Yin Ming sighed. A true racial Bloodline Origin was priceless. It would surely contain the core runes of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art's Nourishing Body Tempering Chapter, because the Eight-Nine Mystical Art had been created based on the innate demon gods of ancient times, those races that once dominated the world.

But for a weak Transcendent race like the Quasit Clan, whose limit was merely the First Ring, it was impossible for its Bloodline Origin to be held by its own race.

Just as in ancient times, the Bloodline Origin of scaled creatures rested with the Dragon Clan, that of birds rested with the Phoenix, and that of beasts rested with the Qilin.

At most, this was a secondary Bloodline Origin—and one from a newly formed branch at that. After reproducing for several generations, it would be completely assimilated, becoming an impurity that contaminated the Quasit Clan's bloodline.

"Another thing that won't fit into the gourd. Perhaps I should buy a spatial wizard artifact!"

Yin Ming tossed the Bloodline Origin Crystal into the sack, feeling an unprecedented pang in his heart. A fragment of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art was so close, yet so far away.

Seeing Yin Ming look as though he wanted to vent but had nowhere to vent it, Red One feared that he might smash the Soulstones in passing and hurriedly interrupted, "Lord Wizard, can we head to the Abyss now..."

"Ahem... no rush."

Once he nourished a fourth External Core, he could use this Bloodline Origin to formulate Quasit Bloodline Potion 2.0 and condense the 'pseudo' Ancestor of the Monkey Quasits dharma form.

Every Monkey Quasit in this batch was wealth. He could no longer casually toss them into the Abyss as idle pieces. Moreover, Quasits transformed from monkeys were not particularly intelligent. How could they survive in the dangerous, treacherous Abyss? They needed at least some training to improve their ability to stay alive.

"Before heading to the Abyss, there are still a few small issues to confirm." Yin Ming coughed twice and asked, "If you are unfortunate enough to be captured by a high-ranking demon in the Abyss, and it threatens your lives to force you to offer your souls, what will you do?"

"Lord Wizard, demons cannot offer two souls. Our Soulstones are with you, so naturally we would rather die than yield." Hui Er replied irritably.

Slap...

"Can't you draw Soul Runes to manifest a soul phantom, then refrain from splitting your souls? How many demons in the Abyss can tell at a glance whether a Soulstone contains a soul?"

"Besides, you can use offering your souls as a condition and demand that those demon lords pay Soul Crystals."

"Ten thousand Soul Crystals—do you plan to rely on prospecting and mining? You'd have to wait until the Year of the Monkey!" Yin Ming said, frustrated by their failure to meet expectations.

Red Nose: "..."

All the Monkey Quasits: "..."

I always felt that, as treacherous demons, something seemed to be missing from our inherited memories?