He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 129 Bloodline

Aside from the upgrade to the [Butcher] class, there aren't many other major changes.

However, Qin Chuan saw the following information on the panel: 【Suppressing wronged spirits, Professional Experience +5】

[Suppresses the wronged souls, Professional Experience +5]

[Occupation: Ghost-Suppressing Villain]

[Level: 1v1 (134/500)]

[Professional Skill: Fierce and menacing, even ghosts fear the wicked]

He counted them carefully; there were twelve in total, totaling sixty points. Adding the previous miscellaneous points, his professional experience as a [Ghost Suppressor Villain] had reached over one hundred.

The increase in experience was a minor matter. What Qin Chuan was concerned about was the word "vengeful spirits". Although he had just killed Shi Shu and the other two in that side room and dealt with the gang leader and his group, he had not encountered any ghosts or monsters from beginning to end, let alone deterred any vengeful spirits. So, where did these vengeful spirits come from?

The answer is obvious and easy to find. In this courtyard, there is only one person who might be carrying such a thing, and that is the Taoist Hu.

It's not surprising that a Taoist priest who can summon fireballs and trap a Bone Forging Realm martial artist with his whisk might harbor several wronged souls.

Knowing this, Qin Chuan roughly understood the purpose of the Taoist priest Hu approaching him; it was clearly related to the wronged soul.

Qin Chuan guessed that when he used the [Suppressing Evil Spirits] class skill earlier, he attracted the Taoist priest. When the priest approached, his passive skill "Ghosts Fear Evil People" agitated the wronged spirit, and the wronged spirit's abnormality was noticed by the priest, which is why it attracted his attention. Qin Chuan went through his speculation from beginning to end and felt that although he was not 100% sure, it should be about 80 or 90 percent correct.

Before long, the mess in the courtyard was cleaned up by Ma Yanwang's men.

Master Hu slung his whisk over his shoulder, beckoned to Qin Chuan to follow, and then led his newly accepted disciple through two moon gates back to his residence.

This was a small room, with a lamp burning eternally on a long table in the corner, and a painting hanging on the wall.

The portrait depicts an elderly man in a black Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, holding a jade ruyi scepter, sitting upright on a blue stone.

Hu Daoren walked up to the portrait, took out three sticks of incense from the drawer under the table, and handed them to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan took the incense, lit it on the ever-burning lamp, and following the Taoist Hu's instructions, respectfully bowed three times to the portrait and placed the incense stick into the incense burner.

"Since you've become my disciple, you must understand the origins of my Qingyang Temple." The Taoist Hu draped his whisk over his arm, gazing up at the portrait. His tone held a hint of melancholy. "This portrait depicts the first abbot of my Qingyang Temple, the Qingyang Immortal. He founded the sect on Qingyang Mountain, taking on disciples and spreading his teachings; everyone within a hundred miles knew of him. By the time of me, he is the third generation. Alas, the disciples have scattered and left, leaving only me. Accepting you as my disciple today ensures the continuation of Qingyang Temple. If the Immortal knew this in the afterlife, he would surely be comforted."

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He switched the whisk to his other hand, turned around and sat down in a chair, then pointed to a round stool next to him for Qin Chuan to sit down as well.

After Qin Chuan sat down, he slowly spoke, "Good disciple, now that you have become a disciple of Qingyang Temple, I won't beat around the bush. Do you know why I accepted you as my disciple?"

Qin Chuan had been waiting for this question for a long time.

His expression remained unchanged, but he lowered his head slightly and said in a respectful and obedient tone, "This disciple does not know, and hopes that Master will enlighten me."

Master Hu grinned: "Because you have extraordinary talent. Just now in the side room, when you were fighting those three Blood Condensation Realm cultivators, did you notice anything unusual about yourself? For example, did a strange feeling suddenly well up in your heart, or something else that was quite different from usual?"

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Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan pondered to himself.

Just as he had expected, the Taoist priest had decided to take him on as a disciple because of the skills he had displayed when he killed the three people in the side room.

The three warriors at the Blood Condensation Realm were stunned into place by his "Fierce and Evil" technique, which incorporated the true meaning of the Tiger Form. They were killed without any resistance.

Master Hu must have noticed this commotion, which is why he asked the question, hoping to get the answer out of me.

Qin Chuan could not tell the truth, but he couldn't tell all lies either.

Since the old Taoist priest took the initiative to ask, it means he has already confirmed something. If I insist that I didn't feel anything, it will seem like I'm trying to cover something up, which will arouse the old Taoist priest's suspicion.

The safest approach is to be half-true and half-false, expressing some vague feelings without denying the facts or revealing any substantial information.

Qin Chuan raised his head, a look of confusion and hesitation on his face, and said, "Master, to be honest, I really don't feel there's anything unusual about it. If I had to say, it's that every time I fight someone, a strange, inexplicable anger always rises in my heart, as if I want to devour the other person. At that moment, the other person doesn't dare to fight me."

He paused, scratched the back of his head, and looked somewhat embarrassed. "I always thought it was because I got carried away in the heat of the moment, and that desperate drive scared the other party. I didn't think of anything else. Master, isn't that normal?"

After listening, Hu Daoren did not speak, but stroked his goatee and looked at Qin Chuan thoughtfully.

To be honest, after listening to these few sentences, he didn't have any specific ideas either.

After thinking for a moment, Master Hu put down his whisk, beckoned to Qin Chuan, and said kindly, "Good disciple, come here, let your master feel your bones."

Qin Chuan got up as instructed, walked to Hu Daoren, and extended his right hand.

Hu Daoren extended two fingers and gently placed them on Qin Chuan's wrist pulse.

A moment later, Qin Chuan felt a wisp of extremely fine and light gas seep into his wrist, slowly rising along the meridians. It was similar to a force, but felt different, carrying a hint of coldness and iciness.

The wisp of cool gas lingered in his body for a moment before slowly retreating along his arm back to Hu Daoren's fingertips.

Master Hu withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyes filled with confusion.

The child's bones and muscles were so solid that they far surpassed those of ordinary martial artists at the Blood Coagulation Realm. His blood and qi surged within him, so vigorous that they were almost scorching, but apart from that, there was nothing else unusual about him.

There were no signs of demonic possession, nor any lingering traces of malevolent energy, which was completely unrelated to the imposing aura of a mountain lord he had sensed near the side room earlier.

What made him even more uncertain was that the boy was standing quietly in front of him, and the vengeful spirit in the locust wood talisman in his arms was no longer moving as violently as before. It had just shrunk deeper into the talisman, revealing a sense of disgust and a desire to get away, but it was not nearly as terrified as it had been just now.

Hu Daoren looked at Qin Chuan, truly unable to fathom him. Qin Chuan stood with his hands at his sides, his face expressionless, but inwardly he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the old Taoist priest didn't notice anything amiss.

After pondering for a long time, Hu Daoren still couldn't figure it out. He had no choice but to put aside his doubts for the time being and instead asked Qin Chuan about his experiences since childhood, who his master was, what skills he practiced, whether he had encountered any strange things, what strange things he had eaten, and when that anger first appeared.

He questioned everyone, big and small, hoping to find some clues from those trivial old stories.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan understood that the old Taoist priest had no ideas and could only cast a wide net.

He thought about it and had an idea.

The methods and lineages of his practitioners were only mentioned in passing, as he said they were just a few farming skills he learned from someone in the countryside, not worth mentioning.

He shook his head at all strange things and oddities, saying that he had been living on the streets since childhood and had never seen anything rare.

As for the origin of that "anger," he actually made up a whole story.

He recounted that when he was young, he begged on the streets. Once, for a piece of spoiled steamed bun, he was surrounded and robbed by several large beggars. In a moment of desperation, a strange, inexplicable fierceness and anger surged within him, as if he wanted to devour someone. He then desperately pounced on them and bit them. He couldn't remember the specifics of what happened, only that when he came to his senses, those hooligans had already run away...

After hearing this, Master Hu frowned and pondered.

His outburst when pushed to the brink, his subsequent dazed state, and his ruthless actions far exceeding common sense suggest that this is not something he developed through training. It's more like a kind of instinct hidden in his bloodline that is only activated when faced with danger.

Once this thought arose, many things that didn't make sense began to vaguely become clear.

Ordinary methods of palpating bones and probing the pulse can only detect the depth of the muscles, bones, qi, and blood, and distinguish the presence or absence of evil spirits. However, if one encounters certain peculiar bloodlines, which are hidden deep within the bones and blood, and remain dormant like stagnant water in normal times, they will only be activated during intense battles. Ordinary methods of palpating the pulse cannot reach that level at all.

The oppressive aura of the mountain lord that came suddenly and went silently, along with the various signs of the wronged souls in the talisman, were quite consistent with the "bloodline awakening" described in the book.

But which branch of the mountain lord's bloodline is it?

He wasn't sure for a moment.

But that's alright.

As for matters of bloodline, as long as there is a direction, we can gradually find out by trying different things over time.

What really troubled him was something else entirely.

The reason for accepting this kid as a disciple was simply to find out the origin of the mountain lord's oppressive aura. To put it bluntly, it was just a matter of fooling around for a while, and there was no intention of actually teaching him any techniques.

But the situation is different now. If the bloodline is hidden, it can only be slowly activated by nourishing spiritual energy.

If he is not taught the method of cultivation, and he relies solely on his own daily practice of transferring qi to test himself, it will be both laborious and unsustainable. If he tries to activate his cultivation through this method, he will probably not see any results even when he is in his coffin.

But if I really taught it—

He squinted and glanced at Qin Chuan.

This kid has a solid build and vigorous energy. If he were to acquire a cultivation method, he might make a name for himself in just three to five months.

He feared that teaching too much would be like raising a tiger to cause trouble, while teaching too little would not be enough to activate his bloodline.

Hu Daoren stroked his goatee, pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

Teaching is possible.

However, he only taught the method of cultivating qi and nourishing the essence, but not the art of fighting enemies. He taught the boy to breathe in and out spiritual energy and circulate it throughout his body, using his own spiritual power to nourish his bloodline. If that mountain lord bloodline could truly be activated, he could observe its mysteries up close.

As for how to use one's luck, how to exert force, and how to fight others, none of this will be taught. Later, various methods can be used to restrict it.

In this way, no matter how capable this kid is, he's just a strong but foolish fellow who can't cause any trouble or stir up any waves.

Having made up his mind, Master Hu's expression softened, and a warm smile appeared on his face. He patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Good disciple, after much thought, I believe your condition is most likely related to your bloodline. Since it is your bloodline, it needs to be nourished by spiritual energy to manifest. Relying on ordinary medicines and physical training is ultimately just scratching the surface."

"According to the rules of my Qingyang Temple, newly initiated disciples must undergo three to five months of testing and training before they can be taught cultivation methods. However, I see that you and I are destined to meet, so I will waive those formalities. Tomorrow I will teach you a method for nourishing your Qi and cultivating your essence. You should practice it diligently, and you will benefit from it in the future."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan immediately bowed and said with gratitude, "Thank you, Master!"