Scrap Bloodline

At this moment, the many young men and women in the square all turned their gazes toward a plainly dressed, ordinary-looking young man.

A man like this, placed among a crowd, would never draw anyone's attention. He was the very definition of a passerby.

That person was naturally Lu Ren!

"You have a First-grade Bloodline?"

Yun Qingyao's face was frosty as she looked at Lu Ren.

"Master, I can step forward for the test!"

After saying that, Lu Ren rushed onto the raised platform, afraid Yun Qingyao might change her mind, and placed his palm near the Bloodline Testing Stone Tablet.

Buzzz!

The Bloodline Testing Stone Tablet let out a resounding hum.

The first blood-red mark lit up.

Buzzz, buzzzz, buzzzz!

Then the second, third, and fourth blood-red marks lit up.

Seeing this, the many young men and women in the square all revealed looks of disdain.

This was clearly a Fourth-grade Bloodline. He had already passed the assessment.

On the raised platform, Yun Qingyao also breathed a sigh of relief. If this fellow truly had a First-grade Bloodline, would she not really have to take a piece of trash as her disciple?

Buzzz, buzzzz, buzzzz, buzzzz!

Several more rumbling sounds rang out in succession!

The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth blood-red marks lit up one after another.

The entire square instantly erupted in uproar. Everyone was dumbfounded.

On the raised platform, Yun Qingyao and Elder Zhu Tie also wore shocked expressions.

Nine marks represented a Ninth-grade Bloodline.

"A Ninth-grade Bloodline... could it be that our Qingyun Sect is about to rise?"

Elder Zhu Tie rubbed his eyes fiercely, thinking that his vision had deceived him.

Yun Qingyao's cold eyes were also fixed tightly on Lu Ren. She could not see the slightest trace of a genius's bearing on him. He was so ordinary and unremarkable—how could he possess a Ninth-grade Bloodline?

Buzzz!

Just then, the Bloodline Testing Stone Tablet sounded for the tenth time.

The tenth blood-red mark lit up, dazzling and piercingly bright.

"All ten marks have lit up—a Divine Bloodline!"

"That utterly unremarkable brat actually has a Divine Bloodline!"

"He deliberately said he had a First-grade Bloodline because he wanted to attract the Saintess's attention, didn't he?"

The faces of all the young men and women had long since gone blank with shock.

"Our Qingyun Sect is going to rise!"

Elder Zhu Tie was beside himself with excitement, tears streaming down his aged face.

This was a Divine Bloodline!

In their Jiangyun Kingdom, the birth of a Seventh-grade Bloodline was already considered the emergence of a top-tier genius. There had never even been geniuses with Eighth-grade or Ninth-grade Bloodlines, much less a Divine Bloodline.

"What is going on? Didn't I have a First-grade Bloodline?"

Lu Ren looked up at the marks on the Bloodline Testing Stone Tablet and found that all ten blood-red marks had lit up. This meant that he possessed a Divine Bloodline.

That makes no sense. If I really had a Divine Bloodline, I would have undergone Aperture Opening long ago. There must be something wrong with this Bloodline Testing Stone Tablet!

That thought had only just arisen in Lu Ren's mind.

Suddenly!

The light of all ten marks went out. Instead, the gray marks beneath the ten blood-red marks lit up, their glow exceptionally glaring.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen on the spot.

That gray light was like a basin of cold water splashed directly onto their faces.

Scrap Bloodline!

They had originally thought they were witnessing the birth of a Divine Bloodline genius, that they might bask in a little of the genius's fortune and return to their Lineages to boast about it. Instead, they had witnessed the birth of a peerless piece of trash.

When Lu Ren saw the gray marks light up, he was deeply disappointed.

He knew his bloodline could not possibly be a Divine Bloodline, but did it have to be a Scrap Bloodline?

This was the kind of trash said to become more useless the more one cultivated.

Still, trash was trash. As long as he seized this opportunity and became Yun Qingyao's disciple, he could enter the sect and obtain cultivation resources.

As long as he had sufficient resources, he could enter the Pagoda Space and cultivate without limit. Even if his talent was terrible, he believed he could grind out a world of his own.

At this moment, Yun Qingyao's face was frosty. She had actually run into a piece of trash. She had never wanted to take a disciple in the first place. If a disciple with a First-grade or Second-grade Bloodline had come to take the assessment, she could have gritted her teeth and accepted one. Yet she had encountered someone with a Scrap Bloodline.

"Master, my bloodline is scrap. I can become your disciple, right?"

Lu Ren came before Yun Qingyao, cupped his hands in salute, his face full of excitement.

"You are certain you want to take me as your master? You have a Scrap Bloodline and cannot undergo Aperture Opening at all. I cannot teach you anything either!"

Yun Qingyao declined tactfully.

"Master, this disciple knows his talent is mediocre. No one could teach this disciple anyway. You need not teach me anything, Master. This disciple will cultivate on his own."

Lu Ren spoke with a calm expression.

"You are a piece of trash who cannot even undergo Aperture Opening. How will you cultivate on your own?"

Yun Qingyao was so angry she nearly vomited blood. Did this fellow have no self-awareness at all?

"Master, I have my own cultivation method!"

Lu Ren hurriedly said, afraid Yun Qingyao would refuse.

As long as he joined the Qingyun Sect, he would be able to obtain cultivation resources. Among the four great sects, the Qingyun Sect offered the best treatment.

With resources, he could hide in the Pagoda Space and cultivate slowly. As for teaching? With the talent of his Scrap Bloodline, whoever tried to teach him would probably be angered to death.

Yun Qingyao forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart and nodded. "Fine. Since you insist on taking me as your master, then I will accept you as my disciple!"

In any case, it was only the title of master and disciple. She did not need to waste time guiding Lu Ren. If Lu Ren still could not undergo Aperture Opening after a year, he would be expelled from the Qingyun Sect.

"This disciple, Lu Ren, greets Master!"

Lu Ren cupped his hands excitedly.

"After entering the sect, cultivate well. Once you become an outer disciple, I will teach you."

After saying that, Yun Qingyao turned and left.

"Master!"

Lu Ren shouted, stopping Yun Qingyao.

"What is it?"

Yun Qingyao asked.

Lu Ren grinned and said, "Master, I heard that masters give gifts when accepting disciples. As an elder of the Qingyun Sect, you would not refuse to give one, would you?"

"What did you say?"

A layer of frost covered Yun Qingyao's face.

This Scrap Bloodline actually had the nerve to ask her for a gift?

Seeing that the situation was not right, Lu Ren immediately cupped his hands and said, "If Master does not wish to give one, then pretend this disciple said nothing!"

"Hmph!"

Yun Qingyao snorted coldly and waved her arm. Firelight flashed in her palm as a three-foot-long treasure sword appeared, which she tossed before Lu Ren.

The sword was crimson from end to end, its blade crystalline and translucent, like glazed jade.

"Consider this Fire Spirit Sword my gift to you!"

With that, Yun Qingyao left without looking back.

Lu Ren held the Fire Spirit Sword in both hands, his eyes lighting up. Yun Qingyao was the Saintess of the Jiangyun Kingdom as well as an elder of the Qingyun Sect. The sword she had taken out should not be ordinary.

"The Fire Spirit Sword is a Low-grade Spirit Artifact. An ordinary person might work without food or drink for an entire lifetime and still not be able to afford one!"

"The Saintess casually gives away a Low-grade Spirit Artifact. Honestly, I'm jealous!"

"That Lu Ren clearly has a Scrap Bloodline, yet he not only became the Saintess's disciple and obtained a Low-grade Spirit Artifact, but also successfully joined the Qingyun Sect. He has stepped in dog shit!"

All the young men and women in the square stared at Lu Ren with expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred. They wished they too had a Scrap Bloodline, so they might be able to compete with Lu Ren.