Chapter 430.2: Am I Really Not The Illegitimate Father He Left Outside?

Qi Yuan then entered his spotless cave residence. He took some time to tidy up the area before taking out the Ancestral Blood Art. For a few moments, he read through it carefully.

[This is a bloodline evolution technique. Contains numerous flaws. If they are corrected, its cultivation speed can be increased by more than a hundredfold.]

His eyes did what they did best. With a single glance, he spotted every flaw in the cultivation technique and learned much more about the Ancestral Blood Art.

"The Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths has a special bloodline. Surprisingly, the Devouring Origin Physique doesn't."

Ever since Purple Fate Daxue struck a conversation with him, he'd already begun forming various guesses. He’d initially thought the Devouring Origin Physique was something extraordinary. Only later did he realize that the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths was the real deal.

Qi Yuan pondered. So practicing the Ancestral Blood Art can also increase the potential of my Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths bloodline, thereby making me stronger?

Ever since returning from Arch Star, his Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths cultivation had completely stagnated, unable to progress any further. Yet here, he had discovered another way forward. Narrowing his eyes, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths seems to place greater emphasis on bloodlines, whereas the Immortal Dao values comprehension and cultivation path.

These were two entirely different roads.

Qi Yuan hesitated. "I won't end up turning into some gigantic muscle freak after cultivating the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths, will I?"

Then, he thought about it again. Not only had he swallowed an entire star, but his Dharma form was also a gigantic muscle freak.

Without another thought, he immediately began modifying the technique. "Time to revise the Ancestral Blood Art and start practicing!"

Thus, he closed his eyes and devoted himself entirely to cultivation. Outside, Little Lu's over ten thousand clones continued carefully cleaning every corner.

Three days later, Qi Yuan finally opened his eyes, a streak of black flickering across his pupils. His face was filled with astonishment. The Ancestral Blood Art is actually this powerful?!

After revising it, he had quickly mastered the technique and, through his own efforts, successfully reached the first layer. The moment he broke through, he realized just how terrifying the technique truly was. The cultivation of his Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths had actually doubled!

Qi Yuan was in an excellent mood. "Didn't they say advancing one's Yang Spirit cultivation was harder than ascending the heavens? Why does it feel so easy?"

Just the first layer was already this powerful. If he cultivated it to perfection, wouldn't he be able to beat Major Principle experts with ease? Or perhaps even surpass them?

However, Qi Yuan stopped cultivating. He felt he'd cultivated too intensely and was mentally drained. He had to rest. Work and rest should always be balanced.

To use an imperfect analogy, this cultivation consumed a certain kind of blood cell. Once those cells were exhausted, cultivation had to pause until they regenerated. This was objectively a physiological limitation. Ordinary cultivators of Black Demon Abyss never encountered this problem. After all, they cultivated far too slowly.

Only then did Qi Yuan remember the small present Purple Fate Ancestor had given him. "Let's see what gift their ancestor gave me."

He opened the storage pouch from Purple Fate Tan and carefully examined the contents. A gift from a Major Principle expert wasn't something he could afford to be careless around. A pitch-black drop of blood reflected in his eyes, radiating an indescribably terrifying aura. It felt as though it could crush the entire planet if it were to fall.

Qi Yuan also sensed an overwhelming feeling of danger. Through that single drop of blood, he seemed to glimpse an incomparably supreme being.

"What is this?"

[Black Demon Ancestral Blood. The origin of the Black Demon Abyss bloodline. A supreme bloodline treasure left behind by a certain creature during its transformation.]

His left eye twitched wildly. It was telling him this was an incredible treasure and completely harmless. Qi Yuan suddenly felt hungry. "It smells amazing..."

Without the slightest hesitation, he swallowed half of the drop. Instantly, he felt full and his energy surged back to its peak. Countless transformations began taking place throughout his body. He could feel himself becoming stronger. Even without the protection of spiritual power, he probably wouldn’t feel a thing if one of his former enemies punched him in the face.

His eyes shone with anticipation. He felt so full of energy that he wanted to run several laps around Blue Planet. "I feel unbelievably powerful now! It feels like I can eat one hundred million steamed buns in one sitting without drinking a single drop of water!

"No wonder my family’s well wanted to devour the Black Demon Ancestral Blood. This stuff is a great nourishing tonic! Coming here was absolutely the right decision. This place is truly my land of blessings!"

Then, he hesitated. Why is the ancestor of Purple Fate Heaven treating me so well?

Whenever something seemed too good to be true, there had to be a reason behind it. Still pondering the matter, Qi Yuan vanished from his bedroom. Not far away, Little Lu stood with her head lowered. Her pink horns glowed faintly as she repeatedly bumped them against a door. She appeared like an ox plowing a field.

Qi Yuan shouted, "Sister Pink Horn!"

She immediately stopped and hurried over, panting slightly. "What is it, Senior Brother?"

Since he was the leading Demon Child, it was only proper for her to address him as Senior Brother.

He appeared unusually serious. "I want to ask you something important, but you absolutely must not tell anyone."

She nodded vigorously, feeling delighted that he trusted her. Clenching her tiny fists, she leaned closer to Qi Yuan. "Please ask, Senior Brother."

Qi Yuan finally voiced the question that had been bothering him. "I want to know if the ancestor of Purple Fate Heaven have any relatives living outside? Like his father or maybe his ancestors?"

She was completely stunned. "II don't know about this."

How could an insignificant Mythic cultivator possibly know the private affairs of an ancestor?

She was bewildered. "Why are you asking that, Senior Brother?"

Within Purple Fate Heaven's territory, if an ancestor so wished, he could perceive discussions about himself at any time.

Qi Yuan asked suspiciously, "Didn't the ancestor give me a welcoming gift?"

She still didn't understand and couldn’t help feeling a little envious. "Huh?"

"The gift he gave me is incredibly valuable." Qi Yuan lifted the corner of the storage pouch and opened it slightly. "I'll let you take a look, but don't tell anyone."

Little Lu leaned over to look. The instant she saw what was inside, her eyes widened into perfect circles. "Black! Demon! Ancestral! Blood!!"

Her entire mind was shaken and disbelief filled her face. Even Principle Yang Spirits couldn't obtain it unless they had made tremendous contributions to Black Demon Abyss! Only figures comparable to the Nine Elders were entitled to a share of it.

What Qi Yuan said next completely shattered her composure. "Black Demon Ancestral Blood is so precious, yet your ancestor willingly gave it to me. There must be a reason. I'm seriously starting to suspect that I am your long-lost ancestor."

He pondered seriously. Could I be Purple Fate Ancestor's son? Impossible.

His parents had died when he was very young. Since he couldn't possibly be someone else's son, there was only one explanation: he had to be someone else's ancestor. Otherwise, why would they treat him so well for no reason?

Little Lu blinked. Her tiny tongue unconsciously swept across her moist lips. She was utterly dumbfounded. Finally, she said in a pitiful voice, "Senior Brother, I really don't know anything about something like that."

She simply didn't dare respond to Qi Yuan's line of reasoning. If the ancestor overheard them, one burst of anger would be enough to finish her.

Qi Yuan sighed. "I won't make things difficult for you."

Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother, you absolutely mustn't say such things so carelessly. If the ancestor hears you... I'm afraid... And don't worry, my lips are sealed."

He nodded. "Alright, you can keep cleaning. I'm going out to take a look."

With that, he vanished. He planned to ask Purple Fate Daxue, An Xunlu, and the other cultivators of Purple Fate Heaven whether the ancestor’s thoughtful gesture meant he was actually the ancestor's illegitimate father living outside. After all, humans were naturally curious and Qi Yuan was no exception.

***

Beyond the heavens, Purple Fate Ancestor twisted, and even the surrounding principles tangled together. Since Qi Yuan was talking about him, it naturally hadn't escaped his perception.

"You... What is going on inside that head of yours?! How could you possibly come up with something like that?"

He had lived for countless ages. How could he possibly have a father or ancestor living somewhere outside? Then, all of a sudden, a thought flashed through his mind. His expression gradually turned uncertain.

"Could he really be my little ancestor?"