Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 251 What is the concept of 26 stripes?

He stretched out his hand, as if dragging a heavy object. Big beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his face, and the surrounding temperature also increased significantly.

Then, the contract paper on the table burst into flames. The flame was red, burning from the edge of the paper to the middle, and the charred ashes rolled up along the edge of the paper.

Gradually, the bloody fingerprint was burned and gently held up by the red flame, turning into a tiny blood droplet that could not be detected by the naked eye.

The butler showed a relieved smile and said, "Deacon Song, what does my current bloodline power mean if it is placed in the Song family?"

The deacon looked at it lightly and spread his palms, burning with flames.

When the butler saw it, he stopped laughing and said, "Deacon Song has taken part in the creation of nature. It seems that he has taken a lot of pills."

"Whatever, I cultivated it step by step, um. I did take some pills, but they are all foreign things, I never value those."

The butler said: "I value it, can you share it with me next time?"

The deacon said calmly, "The Suzaku tribe was also a little-known tribe back then, and it took thousands of years of killing and growth to get to that point.

Even if we use elixirs to improve and achieve self-transformation, if we want to catch up, it will not take us three to five years.

My current bloodline level is only fifth-rate according to the Suzaku clan. If I want to be recognized, I must be at least third-rate or above."

Is this only fifth-rate?

The housekeeper said: "What I mean to say is that things like bloodline are of no use. It is not as happy as improving one's strength."

"Don't talk like this. The master of the house won't like it."

The deacon said coldly: "You only focus on this three-acre area of ​​Yunshui County, how do you know how vast the world is?

The Song family is only as rich as they are today. They can only be rich for three generations. If they want to continue to prosper, they need foundation.

What is foundation? It’s not about money, it will be spent. It’s not about strength, it’s gone when someone dies.

The real heritage is blood!

Bloodline determines the lower limit and upper limit. No matter how bad the ancient races are, they are still not comparable to ordinary sect disciples.

Did you know that there were ancient races that were exterminated three times, but then they rose up silently? A young man walked out of the ruins and killed all his enemies. No one knows how he grew up.

Since then, there have been rules that the ancient races are invincible because they have the blessing from the ascended ones and are immortal."

The housekeeper stopped talking, took out a small compass from his arms, and put tiny blood beads on it.

The compass turned red instantly.

Click click click

The slightest crack appeared.

The butler gradually lost his expression, and the deacon sat up straight.

The two looked at the cracked compass and pondered for a while.

"Deacon Song, what do you think?" the steward asked.

Deacon Song pondered: "Only the bloodline of an ancient race can destroy the compass. Because with the blessing of the ascendant, I don't think he is a casual cultivator.

But the specific family it comes from needs to be re-evaluated."

The housekeeper thought for a while, "So, I have to write an apology letter again?"

Deacon Song said: "I have to apply for a sacred weapon from the head of the family. It is said to be an ancestral item of the Suzaku clan. It is extremely accurate to measure blood. I want to see what this person's background is so that I can take countermeasures."

Also, the store that sent the blood samples is still there."

The housekeeper said: "Still."

"Well, we can let him receive the reward. First, reward him for being a big talker, and then issue a temporary worker certificate. We will discuss the matter later depending on the severity of the matter."

Soon after.

A man in black came to the courtyard, holding a cloth package in his hand, "The treasure has been brought."

Deacon Song then stood up to greet him personally, took the package, opened it, and saw a simple stone tablet and a book.

"Thank you for your hard work. Say hello to the head of the family for me."

After sending the man in black away, Deacon Song placed the small stone tablet on the table and took some blood essence. His expression became more solemn and he said, "This time I will come in person."

The housekeeper couldn't help but be curious, "Is this the Suzaku clan's ancestral token?"

"This thing can channel spirits."

Deacon Song said: "The head of the family once revealed that this treasure itself does not have power, but it can communicate with the spirits of heaven and earth.

How much power it can exert depends entirely on the user.

Testing qualifications is just an ancillary function."

After saying that, red flames burned in his hands, burning the cracked compass, enveloping the essence and blood as big as dust, and dripped on the small stone tablet.

In an instant, red light illuminated his face.

The small stone tablet turned red, like red-hot iron.

The two fell into silence.

"One, two, three, 26 stripes, what does this mean?" the steward asked.

It looks quite high-end, worthy of the Suzaku clan.

Deacon Song was stunned and said uncertainly: "I'll check the manual later. Maybe it's broken."

He took the book, read it for a while, and closed it again.

"broken."

He was lost in thought.

"What's wrong? Which ancient race is it from?"

Deacon Song said: "The book says that this pure red light belongs to the Suzaku tribe."

The housekeeper was surprised and stood up suddenly, "Have you arrested one of your own? Damn that bastard, I'm going to kill him right now."

"Not from my family."

When the housekeeper heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Who is that?"

Deacon Song said: "They are from Cangxuan Continent, at least they are direct bloodline."

The butler's pupils trembled and he walked away, "I still have some things to do. I wish the deacon success in his career, his family will be full, and he will burn incense at his grave."

"Wait!"

Deacon Song tugged on the butler's sleeve, "I have been in charge of the alchemy hall for so many years, and I may have benefited you a lot. You have to help me think of a solution."

The housekeeper said: "What Dantang? I don't know you. I have to leave. Don't touch me."

Deacon Song let go of his hand and said, "Well, this matter must be decided by the head of the family, but the head of the family is in retreat.

Only you, the old butler, can get close to me. If things are delayed, I won't care who is responsible. We will be punished together."

The housekeeper pondered for a moment, "That's all, I'll ask the master of the house to come out immediately."

…

The head of the Song family quickly left seclusion and appeared in the hall.

He was disheveled and had a slumped face. After listening to Deacon Song's report, his voice was furious.

"How many times have I told you that when you arrest someone, you can't check their identity first?"

"Master, please calm down." Deacon Song said, "The situation there is quite stable now. He wants to buy all the medicine primers. He is not angry yet, so we will give it to him."

"Stable shit!"

The head of the family was furious, "He has killed a bunch of us! Several alchemists are dead!"

Are you doing this to undo most of my life's efforts?"

Ah this

Deacon Song did not dare to speak out anymore, "That's what the head of the family said."

"Bring something with you to make amends."

The head of the family pinched his brows and took a deep breath, "I still hope to get rid of the chaos within the clan during my lifetime. I can't offend the people there. If I leave any stain, I will be finished.

You kill all the relevant people, and then go and make amends, and send all the elixirs that you have recently refined.

That direct descendant must have no shortage of cultivation resources, but this thing is not a mortal thing, and eating it will bring great blessings, so he will definitely not refuse it."

Fortunately, with this magical medicine, even if people from ancient races come, he can still survive.

Deacon Song was shocked, "Send them all? This gift is a bit heavy."

"What can that do?"

The head of the family said with a cold face, "26 Stripes. You are not good at anything you do. You are the number one in trouble. The one who was once the most talented in the Suzaku tribe, do you know?

That person is said to be only 21, I don’t even understand when such a person came out of the Suzaku tribe, I’ve never heard of it!”

Deacon Song was puzzled, but greatly shocked.

"Forget it, asking you to go doesn't seem like we take it seriously enough. I'll let my son go there in person."

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(End of chapter)