He was furious and said in a gruff voice, " Brother Kong, aren't you worried? Back then, Sister Xiao Hua came to our village every day."
"It's good that you've come to terms with it."
The black-haired boy opened and closed his eyes, casually replying without saying anything more.
Some things actually had a pattern long ago, like clues hidden in the grass.
Bei Lang is known as the number one genius of Bei Village. He entered the Divine Bridge Realm at a young age, making him the best choice for a spouse.
This is what it means to be well-matched in social and economic status.
"That Bei Lang only managed to revive his bloodline chain by sheer luck..."
A resentful voice rang out, and the young man from the Great Wilderness, trapped in this situation, gritted his teeth, staring bitterly into the distance, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"In the past, our ancestors were kings, and this Great Wilderness was our territory. The Golden Blood lineage was invincible, and this was not just talk. Now, even the Bei Village is bullying us."
Upon hearing these words, the boy with tousled hair remained calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow.
When younger generations are powerless, it is meaningless to speak of the glory of their ancestors; on the contrary, it will only tarnish the golden honor of the past.
The golden blood in his veins, in this era, represents a curse, no longer an aid, but a shackle—this is the most tragic thing.
Moreover, this bloodline will also bring covetousness...
The next day, as the sun rose, Divine Rainbow appeared like a waterfall a hundred miles away from the village. A young man in black robes, bathed in the wind and clouds, looked down upon the desolate land.
"Boom!"
In the mountains and forests, the boy with tousled hair roared at the Sun-Moon, but no matter how hard he pulled the bowstring taut, it was useless. The difference between brute force and divine power was too great. Blood splattered Great Wilderness, and the brilliant golden blood looked very strange.
"The lineage of golden blood ends here." Bei Lang said calmly, his spirits high, as he toyed with a wisp of golden blood between his fingers.
In his arms, a petite, beautiful Goddess in red remained calm and silent.
"Cough..."
The boy with torn hair struggled to his feet, his body covered in mud and dust, his face streaked with red and purple, bearing wounds, bruises, blood, and pain.
" Jin Kong, your life force is extraordinary. It would be a pity to die of old age in the Great Wilderness like this. I wish to take you as my battle slave and help you break the curse."
Bei Lang raised his head and spoke with a hint of condescension and an innate arrogance, clearly displaying the attitude of a master towards a servant.
Taking those with golden blood as slaves is something only some kings and nobles in the Great Wilderness can do, representing status and position. This is because those who inherit this bloodline were once invincible, reflecting an era, and that memory follows the bloodline of the witnesses and has been passed down to this day.
Despite the contempt of his past rivals, Jin Kong clenched his fists, his eyes shining brightly, refusing to yield.
However, such a gaze only excites those in power.
The fact that one can take the descendants of Invincible One as slaves is captivating.
Bei Lang's eyes reddened, and he subconsciously squeezed the girl in his arms. The girl frowned, clearly feeling the pain.
She pursed her lips, looked at the person she once loved, and softly said, " Jin Kong, your ancestors were invincible, but times have changed. You can't even cultivate anymore. A Lang cares about our relationship, that's why she wants to help you. Don't overthink it."
"Being a servant is worse than death," Jin Kong said indifferently, gripping the wooden bow tightly.
Bei Lang raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something, but considering his noble status, he remained silent.
His two servants, knowing their master's intentions, stepped forward and shouted, " Jin Kong, your ancestors submitted to the Great Wilderness King. Now you acknowledge Bei Lang as your master. What's wrong with that?"
"Ancient records state that the Golden Bloodline has always been a slave to men. If your ancestors were like you, Jin Village would have been wiped out long ago. What kind of backbone do you, a descendant of slaves, have to talk about here? You're nothing but waiting to be sold. For a piece of trash like you to be Bei Lang's dog is already a mercy from him."
The other person's tone was even more sarcastic, directly bringing up past events. In a sense, these words were even more hurtful because they were the truth, and there was no way to refute them.
"The Golden Bloodline must not be dishonored!"
Jin Kong bulged as he forcefully drew the bow, his blood and vital energy, recorded in his veins, revived, ready to shoot and kill those who had insulted his ancestors.
The fact that his ancestor was a servant was a source of deep pain for him. He had vowed to wash away all the humiliation, but this wish was cut short at the very beginning.
The environment was no longer favorable, and he couldn't even cultivate anymore.
"Your ancestors were slaves, and you, a useless piece of trash incapable of cultivation, still dare to be so defiant."
"Since the Desolate Antiquity, the Golden Blood lineage has produced nineteen war slaves. Your lineage is destined to be marked with slavery, from which you will never be able to escape for all eternity."
The two servants sneered, their lower Bitter Sea glowing with divine light, their palms radiating light as they slapped towards the Jin Kong. Such power was already extremely strong in the Great Wilderness.
"Bang!"
Jin Kong was immediately sent flying, crashing into the rocks. Two servants swarmed him, striking him with extreme force.
"You call yourself a genius, saying being a servant is worse than death, but your ancestors were always slaves of the Great Wilderness King..."
" The Golden Bloodline has long since fallen. The young master thinks highly of you and is willing to take you as a slave, yet you dare to turn against your benefactor. You deserve to be beaten."
The two servants from Bei Village spoke coldly. They were not Human Clan, but two spirit beasts that Bei Lang had subdued from the mountains. They were exceptionally talented and had successfully established their foundations on this ancient star where cultivation was difficult. Otherwise, the two of them would have been no match for the Invincible One descendant who had revived his golden blood.
"Go easy, you're going to kill him, stop hitting him."
Suddenly, the girl in red couldn't bear it any longer and pleaded with the boy in black beside her.
You don't understand.
The latter shook his head, focused his voice, and said, "Taking slaves is like training a hawk. With someone like Jin Kong, you have to subdue him in one go."
As he spoke, a cold glint appeared in Bei Lang's eyes as he stared intently at Jin Kong, who was vomiting blood continuously.
He harbored ambitions to subjugate the Golden Blood lineage as slaves.
The Golden Bloodline is the highest quality battle slave, with an unparalleled physical body, and is further protected by the Four Extremes Heavenly Barrier, theoretically eliminating any possibility of it devouring its master.
For these reasons, those with golden blood are the most renowned potential slaves in the Great Wilderness, and many kings and nobles desire a golden-blooded servant.
This also brought great shame to the Golden Blood lineage, and the deeds of those who were enslaved were recorded in history books and passed down to the present day.
"You filthy traitor, your blood is tainted with filth, what are you pretending to be so tough for?"
"Hahaha, his ancestors were like that too, but they eventually succumbed and served as dogs to kings and nobles for generations."
The two servants kept talking, trying to crush the boy's pride. They knew that Jin Kong was obsessed with his bloodline, so they started by talking about the Jin Family's ancestors to destroy his dignity from the root and make him despair.
"If I can cultivate, what are you people to me!"
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Jin Kong's hair was stained with blood. Like a roaring tiger or leopard, his eyes were incredibly sharp, coldly staring at the two thugs, his red eyes glowing with bloodlust.
The matter of his ancestors was something he couldn't let go of, and now it was being brought up and humiliated again and again, driving him to madness with hatred and a desire to kill everyone.
The two perpetrators felt a chill run down their spines, then grew even more enraged, shouting, "People like you are not tolerated by Heaven and Earth! The Golden Blood One must have committed some heinous crimes back then, and the fact that his descendants cannot cultivate is a form of retribution. What right do you have to be resentful?"
"Retribution..."
Jin Kong's gaze froze, a rare look of bewilderment appearing on his face.
That's it. Why can everyone else cultivate, but he can't?
Did my ancestors really do something so wicked that it brought misfortune upon their descendants...?
Bei Lang noticed the change in his old friend and said slowly, "The Golden Blood Ones of the past were incredibly powerful, but they wreaked havoc on the world, causing all living beings to weep, to the point that they were intolerable to Heaven and Earth. This is Great Power from the White Demon Sect told me."
"Heaven and earth will not tolerate this..." Jin Kong's eyes dimmed, filled with resentment.
He had dreamt of certain images, and knew of the power of his ancestors, a greatness unlike any other living being he had ever seen before.
Such a great person left behind descendants who were hated by heaven and earth, unable even to open up the Bitter Sea —this is simply illogical.
Logically speaking, the offspring of kings and nobles at the Dragon Transformation Realm and the Immortal Platform Realm are extremely powerful and naturally suited for cultivation, not to mention the ancestors in my memory who left their planets and traveled through the starry sky...
If one's ancestors were evil, then golden blood represents not glory, but sin...
"That's all in the past, Jin Kong. There's no point in clinging to bloodlines. Join the Bei Village and advance to the Great Wilderness King level with us. That's the right path for you," the girl in red said gently.
A magnetic female voice echoed through the mountains and forests, Jin Kong's eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze was uncertain.
He was precocious, loved history books, and knew a lot about ancient times. It was precisely because of this that he guessed the fate he might face after learning that his golden blood had been revived.
The Bei Lang before us is a prime example. It has joined the White Demon Sect and become one of the young masters of a powerful force, with the potential to rise to the rank of king or marquis in the future...
"Perhaps, this is destiny."
Jin Kong muttered bitterly to himself, "I'm really not reconciled."
He still remembered the majestic figures of the gods and demons in his dream; they were undoubtedly his ancestors, such powerful and majestic deities, yet their descendants had fallen to such a state.
What caused all of this?
Is it a sin or a conspiracy that the descendants of the Invincible One cannot cultivate?
"Looks like this is a sure thing."
Seeing Jin Kong in agony, Bei Lang felt smug and thought the situation was settled. He then continued to knead the girl beside him.
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There should be another chapter later tonight!
Chapter 654 If I attain enlightenment, I will cleanse heaven and earth with a single sword.
In truth, Bei Lang was not a frivolous person; it was just that he had been defeated by Jin Kong when he was young, and now that he had returned home in glory, he naturally wanted to be a little more unrestrained.
It would be a real shame not to do this, considering all the hardships he's endured in his cultivation.
Why is everyone so dedicated to spiritual practice? This is clear proof.
As for the woman in front of him, she was nothing more than a plaything. Once he was tired of her, he could use her to win over Jin Kong —a waste of her talent.
" A Lang, be gentle..."
The girl in red was still somewhat uncooperative. Although the women of the Great Wilderness were bold and unrestrained, Jin Kong was still a beautiful memory from her past, and there was a bond between them. Her flirtatious behavior in front of him was somewhat unacceptable and looked rather unsightly.
At this moment, the Golden Blood One was heartbroken and faced the most difficult choice of his life.
His ancestors also suffered this pain, and not just in one generation.
"No, that's not it. If we're talking about the past, the Bei Village has changed masters more than thirty times in the past thousand years. What right do such people have to look down on the Jin Village? They are the ones who have been slaves for generations."
The boy with tousled hair subconsciously recalled these words used to refute the enemy. If it were a matter of reason, their lineage was not considered to have suffered humiliation. After all, submitting to the powerful was something that almost all living beings had done, even the oldest forces in the Great Wilderness were no exception.
He then felt discouraged.
Now that things have come to this, what's the point of dwelling on these things? Jin Village is now in a weaker position and can't compare to Bei Village.
In a sense, this is also a tragedy. Those who are weaker than the present are often attached to the past and their ancestors, hiding the pain of reality in history and trying to numb themselves with the glory of the past.
A glorious ancient history can also be a burden.