Chapter 243: Bloodline Awakening
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Sect Master Ji Yuan turned to Master Qing Yan, observing his contemplative silence, and asked, “Master Qing Yan, what do you think?”
Master Qing Yan remained silent.
Sect Master Ji Yuan exchanged a glance with Hermit Bao Hua.
Master Qing Yan, who would usually stir up trouble even without reason, was now as silent as a statue.
They had no idea that Master Qing Yan’s Sea of Consciousness had become utter chaos.
He could barely suppress the foreign soul that had invaded him.
Initially, this alien soul was weaker and less solid compared to Qing Yan’s original essence and had been repeatedly subdued.
But over the past month, it had used Qing Yan’s body as a vessel, growing stronger. Now, it was nearly as powerful as his own soul.
The events of today—especially the conflict between Lan Zi Yu and Quan Ye—had further stirred the foreign soul, making it restless.
In his mind, Master Qing Yan bellowed angrily, “You are but a soul from another world! Don’t covet what doesn’t belong to you!”
“Qing Yan, I came to stop a tragedy. You have to trust me!”
“Get out of my body!”
“Ye Cong Xin is a demonic scourge; she will doom everyone!”
“…”
Sect Master Ji Yuan frowned and whispered telepathically to Hermit Bao Hua, “Is he having one of his fits again?”
“Well…” Hermit Bao Hua hesitated, unsure.
Seeing Qing Yan’s grim expression, she chose not to provoke him further. Instead, she decided to end the suspense and address Ji Yuan directly.
“Do you know where Quan Ye comes from?”
Sect Master Ji Yuan thought for a moment before responding slowly, “He joined the sect at ten during the entrance trials. He had remarkable potential as a Body Refiner, so he was assigned to Master Qing Yan for training. As for his origins, no one has ever mentioned them.”
The Sect Master and Qing Yan had never been close, so he had little reason to delve into the details of his disciples.
Ji Yuan’s expression shifted as he asked, “Are you suggesting Quan Ye’s identity is questionable?”
Hermit Bao Hua nodded. “His physique is extraordinary, and his blood is even more unusual. I suspect one of his parents isn’t human.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan’s pupils contracted. “A demonic beast descendant?”
Hermit Bao Hua smiled knowingly and nodded again.
Though Nascent Soul-stage Demonic Beasts could assume human form, making them indistinguishable from regular humans, animosity between humans and beasts ran deep. Intermarriage was considered taboo, and their offspring were often shunned.
Ji Yuan frowned deeply. “But Quan Ye has been in the Five Elements Dao Sect for years and has never displayed any beastly tendencies. Could it be…?”
He trailed off, reconsidering. Quan Ye was infamous in the sect for his violent and competitive nature.
The Cliff of Reflection, meant to humble most disciples after years of penance, seemed to have only strengthened Quan Ye instead.
Could it be that Qing Yan knew all along?
Hermit Bao Hua arched an eyebrow. “Ji Yuan, you and I have known each other for years. Have I ever been wrong about these things? If you don’t trust me, I’ll leave. Don’t bother seeking me out again.”
She turned to leave, forcing Sect Master Ji Yuan to stop her hastily. “I’m sorry, that was out of line. This is just… a lot to process.”
Ji Yuan felt a massive headache forming.
He had assumed Master Qing Yan was the biggest trouble on Lone Moon Peak, but now it seemed his disciples were even more troublesome.
Master Qing Yan had taken on a half-human, half-beast disciple?
If this news spread, the Five Elements Dao Sect would face relentless scrutiny and criticism.
Hermit Bao Hua seemed unbothered as she explained, “Quan Ye’s bloodline isn’t just unusual—it’s overwhelmingly powerful. His body couldn’t handle the burden of his bloodline before, which is why there were no noticeable changes. But as he grows stronger, the bloodline is awakening.
“Today’s incident wasn’t a mere injury from fighting. It’s the beast bloodline reshaping his body.
“When he wakes, his strength will skyrocket.”
For a moment, Sect Master Ji Yuan felt joy at the prospect. However, the implications soon weighed on him.
Quan Ye was an unstable element.
But casting him out? Ji Yuan couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Ignoring the problem? Equally unthinkable.
Sect Master Ji Yuan sighed heavily. He was overwhelmed.
“Bao Hua, before you leave, can you prepare me some pills to regrow hair? I feel like I’m going bald from the stress.”
Hermit Bao Hua smirked. “Hearing you say that, I’m unsure whether I should tell you one more thing.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan clutched his chest.
“What… what else is there?”
“Quan Ye’s awakening happened years earlier than it should have. His body isn’t ready for the full weight of his bloodline. If this continues, he could implode.”
“Is there a way to save him?”
“Quan Ye’s bloodline is too domineering. Even the spirit medicines I’ve given him were rejected by his body. The only solution now is to seek help from a powerful Demonic Beast Clan. They might have a way.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan’s eyes widened in alarm. “The Demonic Beast Clan? That’s impossible! If they find out, it will only give them leverage over our sect.”
Hermit Bao Hua, however, remained calm. “Relax. They wouldn’t dare reveal anything. They’d likely protect this secret for you.”
After all, without a current Beast King, and with their younger generation in disarray, the Demonic Beasts would prize Quan Ye’s bloodline as the best chance of ascending to the upper realms.
Sect Master Ji Yuan couldn’t fathom Hermit Bao Hua’s high opinion of Quan Ye. He remained torn.
“I’ll take Quan Ye myself.”
Master Qing Yan’s sudden declaration startled everyone.
“Master Qing Yan, so you’re finally willing to speak.” Hermit Bao Hua chuckled. “It should be you, considering he’s your disciple. You must have known about his bloodline for some time, haven’t you?”
Sect Master Ji Yuan looked at Master Qing Yan nervously.
He hoped Qing Yan wasn’t aware of his disciple’s bloodline. After all, Qing Yan’s indifference toward his disciples was well known, save for his special treatment of Fang Cheng Lang and his youngest, Ye Cong Xin.
Master Qing Yan averted his gaze.
“Yes.”
He knew. Both the foreign soul inhabiting him and his original self were aware of Quan Ye’s bloodline—no, his Beast King Bloodline.
But he hadn’t discovered it when Quan Ye first joined. Years later, during a training session, he accidentally sensed the latent energy within Quan Ye’s body.
At the time, Qing Yan debated whether to report it to the sect. Deciding it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble, he resolved to conceal the truth. The bloodline wouldn’t awaken for decades; by the time it did, he intended to find a way to cover it up.
But the unexpected had happened.
Now, there was no point in hiding it.
It was time Sect Master Ji Yuan knew.