Breaking the Masked Man

"Who are you? Why are you hiding in my storage ring? Why can't I sense you?"

Yao Yan looked nervous, took small steps to the back, and questioned in a low voice.

“Me? I am also an alchemist. Your father was once my disciple, but he died at the hands of the Medicine Clan. You should know the Medicine Clan’s attitude towards those who do not have Medicine Clan blood. I don’t need to say more about that.”

The figure enveloped in the Void Flame sneered, with a hint of mockery and disdain.

His words were naturally half true and half false. After all, a Soul Clan disciple with little bloodline concentration was obviously not qualified to become his disciple. However, it was indeed his arrangement to select the other party to come to the Medicine Clan, and even his acquaintance with Yao Yan's mother was deliberately arranged by him.

The old trick of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress never fails, especially when dealing with the young girls of the Medicine Clan who rarely venture out.

Imagine, having just left her tribe's territory, she was rescued by a handsome and extraordinary young hero—that's incredibly powerful...

Over the past century, he has created many such roles to prepare for the future.

The Medicine Clan was prey that the Soul Clan had long been eyeing.

What does this mean? Am I a hybrid of the Soul Clan and the Medicine Clan?!

Yao Yan fell silent again, his mind racing. He felt the other person was trying to fool a child, so he had no choice but to play along. He clenched his fists, stopped his retreating steps, and stared intently at the other person, his tone seemingly suppressing something: "Why do you say my father was killed by our clan? What evidence do you have? Also, if you were my father's teacher, why didn't you save him!"

“Your father is an adult now. Although I am his teacher, I cannot protect him forever. Besides, this is his choice. He chose your mother and joined the Medicine Clan.”

The figure continued in a low, eerie tone:

"As for why they killed your father, it's because your father found a Purple-Gold Spirit King Ginseng that can nourish the power of bloodlines. Since you are already an alchemist, you should be very clear about its value. Faced with it, let alone your father being an outsider without the bloodline of the Medicine Clan, even your own brothers might turn against each other."

He finished speaking and gave a cold laugh.

The Purple-Gold Spirit King Ginseng is a rare and precious natural treasure, capable of refining seventh-grade or even eighth-grade pills. Even if swallowed raw, it can gently change one's physique and even transform one's bloodline talent, making it extremely valuable.

“Your mother went to confront them and ultimately died because of them. I am not a member of the Medicine Clan, so I cannot interfere in these matters. Moreover, this was their own choice... Everyone must be responsible for their own choices, and so are you and me.”

"As for why you can't sense me, with your soul power, what in this world can you possibly see?"

I see things more clearly than you do!

Yao Yan's mind was extremely clear at this moment. He knew that what the other party said was probably true. His parents in this life were very likely killed by their own kind. However, there might be a scheme behind this by the person in front of him. Unfortunately, he was obviously not qualified to find out all of this with his current small body.

This feels a bit like the script for Naruto's Obito series!

A hint of anger flashed across Yao Yan's young and handsome face as he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who are they?!"

"You're angry? Unfortunately, anger can't change anything. In this world, only strength can determine destiny. Your strength is too weak, as weak as an ant on the roadside. No one cares about your emotions. In the vast Medicine Clan, you are even more insignificant, not even worth being nurtured."

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said slowly, deliberately drawing out Yao Yan's resentment and hatred.

Imbalance exists within any ethnic group.

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

Uneven distribution of resources inevitably leads to jealousy and scheming, especially among the weak. There is no such thing as fairness in this world. If you want fairness, you must have the right to stand with the other party.

If they don't even have the right to stand together, what else can we talk about?

Upon hearing this, Yao Yan's eyes widened in anger, her delicate face contorted into a grimace. She clenched her fists, remaining silent and her expression fierce.

"Those with only a third-grade bloodline are as numerous as hairs on a cow in the entire Medicine Clan. If you have the opportunity in the future, you may be able to reach the Dou Zong realm. If you are unlucky, you may end up like your father, only able to stay at the Dou Wang level, or even die in some corner without anyone knowing."

The middle-aged figure spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

Because most people in this world are like this, so what if they are geniuses? Only those who can grow up are geniuses, while those who die in the process are nothing. He has seen far too many so-called geniuses and prodigies.

But very few of them can ultimately become a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint).

If you don't become a Dou Sheng, you don't even have the right to be looked at by him.

"I want to become strong and decide my own destiny. Please teach me, Master!"

Yao Yan closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before bowing to the middle-aged man and speaking in a deep voice.

"I can give you a chance to become strong, but that depends on whether you have the talent."

The middle-aged figure looked at Yao Yan, his eyes flickered slightly, and slowly said.

He had observed Yao Yan for quite some time, and among the 'seeds' he had selected, Yao Yan was the best choice. Whether it was his personality or his talent, he was worth training. Rather than suppressing people with strength, he preferred to manipulate people's hearts. This feeling of having the other person in the palm of his hand was very interesting, like playing a nurturing game.

"This item was originally prepared for your father, but unfortunately your father chose the Medicine Clan."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and slowly raised his hand. Instantly, the ethereal black flame condensed in his palm, turning into a vortex. The surrounding space became distorted as a result. After a short while, a blackish-red blood bead resembling a womb appeared in Yao Yan's sight.

It was the size of an infant's fist, enveloped in black flames, and shimmered with a dark red aura, making it incredibly sinister.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 4 The Devouring Spirit Clan

The things the Soul Clan plays with are definitely not normal.

Yao Yan looked at the thing that appeared in the palm of the figure and felt a chill run through his body. He felt a disgust that came from his bloodline, like when you see a dense swarm of insect eggs in your house and instinctively want to destroy them.

That's exactly how Yao Yan felt at that moment.

Although Yao Yan didn't know what this thing was, since the other party had brought it out, it was definitely not a good thing. He didn't think that his deceased father was the other party's disciple. This kind of guy who possessed the Void Devouring Flame was at least at the peak of Dou Zun, and might even be a Dou Sheng.

Will his disciple become a Battle King?

What a joke!

Yao Yan thought about many things, but didn't show it on her face. Instead, she looked at the blood droplet that resembled a womb egg with fear and couldn't help but ask, "What... what is this? Why do I feel that it is dangerous and my body is a little out of control?"

"Hehehe, little guy, have you ever heard of the Devouring Spirit Clan?"

The middle-aged figure let out a strange laugh, as if a hungry wolf had revealed its fox tail, and said in a sinister tone, his gaze fixed on Yao Yan with a chilling look.

Yao Yan shook her head blankly, but her heart skipped a beat. In the original work, the Devouring Spirit Clan was an ancient race with the special power to devour the bloodline power of other races. In the end, they were devoured by the Void Devouring Flame. According to the description of the Devouring Spirit Clan in the original work, this race was very similar to the extraterrestrial demons of the Great Thousand World.

"The Devouring Spirit Clan is also one of the ancient races. A thousand years ago, it was only through the combined efforts of various ancient families that they were wiped out. This drop of essence blood is what the Devouring Spirit Clan left behind. If you can successfully fuse with it, you may be able to inherit the Devouring Spirit Clan's talent and possess the ability to devour the bloodline power of other races. You should know what this means!"

The middle-aged man's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and the black flames around him trembled slightly. His emotions were somewhat elevated, after all, this was also part of his plan.

A thousand years ago, Xiao Xuan, the patriarch of the Xiao clan, attempted to gather the power of the clan's Dou Di bloodline to break through the bloodline shackles and overcome the Dou Di bottleneck. Unfortunately, he failed. However, it was precisely because of his attempt that the Soul Clan had a similar idea. With the help of the Void Devouring Flame, the Soul Clan successfully replicated the Devouring Spirit Clan.

The only drawback is that these replicated Devouring Spirits are all beings without intelligence, of no value in being cultivated, and can only be used as a means.

"..."

Yao Yan was silenced again by the middle-aged man, but he still had to put on a look of desire and greed, staring intently at the Devouring Spirit Clan's essence blood in his palm.

Damn it, why does a six-star Dou Zhe, a mere twelve-year-old kid, have to get involved in this kind of thing, and even have to face the pressure from a Dou Zun peak expert?

Yao Yan had no doubt at this moment that if he did not cooperate, he would be met with human destruction, the kind where not even a trace of his soul would remain.

Why is it that the Soul Clan can defeat Xiao Yan one by one like cannon fodder, while I have to face this kind of BOSS right at the beginning of the game?

What a bully!

He used to think that staying in the Medicine Clan was great, giving him a head start over countless others, but now he regrets it.

"Of course, the fusion process is also extremely dangerous. If it fails, your body and soul will suffer a backlash from this drop of essence blood. Even if you barely survive, you will lose the bloodline power of the Medicine Clan, and even your rather good soul power will be lost."

Seeing the greedy look on Yao Yan's face, the middle-aged man spoke up to warn him.

This is obviously just to fool children, because if Yao Yan fails, he will not be able to survive at all, and even a wisp of his soul will be destroyed!

Has anyone successfully fused them?

The greed in Yao Yan's eyes lessened slightly, and he frowned as he asked.

"Many people have tried, but unfortunately none have survived."

The middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, but there was no need to hide this matter. He continued, "You can decide for yourself how high the risks are. As I said before, all I can give you is a choice: you can refuse if you are willing to accept your ordinariness."

He believed the other party wouldn't refuse, especially those with low-grade bloodlines within the Dou Di family. He knew better than anyone how much they craved bloodline power.

The reason he chose Yao Yan was because the other party was a hybrid of the Soul Clan and the Medicine Clan. Although the Soul Clan bloodline was not obvious, his father was a genuine member of the Soul Clan. The descendants of two types of Dou Di bloodlines are extremely special and rare, making it worth a try. This is the real reason why he valued Yao Yan.

Of course, the main reason is that such experimental equipment is relatively rare, so if you come across it, you should always give it a try.

"Damn it..." Yao Yan cursed inwardly again, his emotions about to explode, but he had to hold back and play along with the other party's act.

At this moment, he desperately craved power.

He wanted to experiment by putting the drop of blood into the other person's mouth, rather than being forced to do so.

"If I improve my strength, will my success rate increase?"

Yao Yan's mind raced, trying to put the matter on hold for the time being. He didn't think he was the protagonist who could win this gamble; it was too risky. Being able to be reborn, especially in a world like Doupo, he definitely wasn't after fleeting glory.

He was only twelve years old and wanted to see the vast world outside, and to see the beautiful women from the original story...

"No, on the contrary, the higher the strength, the more difficult it is to integrate, and in the end, it can only be refined into nothingness."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and said with regret that he had tried it before. No one would not want to have such an ability to devour the bloodline power of other races. Although the Soul Clan now has a similar method, it still requires the help of the Void Devouring Flame, which is obviously not enough to satisfy him.

What he wanted was a being that could perfectly inherit the abilities of the Devouring Spirit Clan.

"...What preparations do I need to make if I want to integrate it?"

Yao Yan looked conflicted. After a moment, he stared at the middle-aged man with a slightly crazed look in his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Since we can't refuse, then let's just 'enjoy' the process!

He knew very well that he couldn't refuse.

Don't be fooled by what the other party says. The mere mention of the Devouring Spirit Clan is a taboo subject in the entire Dou Qi Continent. Since the other party has told him this, his fate is already sealed. It's either he will cooperate or be forcibly merged with the other party.