Bloodline Awakening

Time flies when you're cultivating. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

This was the longest Gu Qingfeng had ever spent cultivating.

After three days of diligent practice, he finally reached the fifth level of Qi condensation!

And it wasn't just any ordinary fifth level of Qi condensation!

Because he had switched to the Pure Yang Infinite Technique, all his Pure Yang energy had been transformed into Infinite energy, significantly increasing its quality.

Originally, he was just one step away from reaching the fifth level of Qi condensation, but this time, instead of rushing to break through with the help of medicinal pills, he focused on strengthening his foundation, laying a solid base, and re-cultivating the first four levels of Qi condensation. This was equivalent to changing the foundation of his cultivation.

If his previous foundation was the Pure Yang Technique, now it had been completely replaced by the Pure Yang Infinite Technique.

In terms of pure strength, excluding the abilities granted by the system, Gu Qingfeng, with his current fifth level of Qi condensation, could easily challenge a sixth-level Qi condensation martial artist. This was a qualitative leap.

It's worth mentioning that during these three days, Gu Qingfeng wasn't entirely focused on cultivation. There was a small interlude.

The emperor's edict arrived, bestowing upon him a hereditary noble title of Baron, along with a chest of gold and silver treasures. In the Great Yan Dynasty, noble titles are ranked as Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount, and Baron.

Although Baron is the lowest rank, it still firmly places one in the noble class, and being hereditary means that Gu Qingfeng's future sons can inherit his title.

With the arrival of the edict, Gu Qingfeng's exploits, centered around the Demon Suppression Bureau, spread like wildfire throughout Wutong Prefecture. His feat of killing one of the Seven Demon Generals at just the fourth level of Body Tempering was unprecedented in history. Gu Qingfeng had become famous, and his stories were being discussed in every corner of the city, from street alleys to brothels and taverns.

Of course, the legends circulating in Wutong Prefecture were simplified versions of what Li Qianren had originally said.

The gist was that the Mirror Demon's weakness was external martial arts, and Gu Qingfeng just happened to excel in external martial arts, so he defeated the Mirror Demon. As for the matter of his soul talent, it seemed Li Qianren had intentionally kept it under wraps, so it didn't spread widely, known only to a small number of people.

Thus, the public believed that Gu Qingfeng had defeated the Mirror Demon through external martial arts, and many expressed envy and jealousy, feeling that Gu Qingfeng had just gotten lucky, and that they could have done the same.

Being at the center of this whirlwind of public opinion, Gu Qingfeng didn't pay any attention to the outside chatter. Instead, he continued to stay in seclusion.

But this time, it wasn't for cultivation. It was for bloodline awakening!

Gu Qingfeng was curious about what kind of powerful ancestor he had in his lineage and what kind of bloodline he would awaken.

In this life, he was an orphan, so Gu Qingfeng couldn't rely on his past self's memories to learn about his ancestors' glory or the hidden bloodline in his body. He could only find out after the awakening.

To this end, Gu Qingfeng spent a full hour preparing a barrel of medicinal bath, specifically designed to stimulate the bloodline's power.

Bloodline awakening is not a casual matter. First, your bloodline concentration must reach a level where it can be awakened, and then external forces must be used to stimulate it.

The bloodline concentration naturally didn't need to be mentioned; thanks to Blood Divine Son's generous sponsorship, it was top-notch. The main challenge was preparing the external stimulation.

This required ample preparation. Fortunately, he was backed by the Demon Suppression Bureau and had accumulated countless merits, which allowed him to easily obtain ancient records on bloodline awakening and the necessary materials.

Gu Qingfeng followed the instructions and prepared this barrel of medicinal bath.

The bath was a faint blood-red color, resembling a pool of blood, but upon closer inspection, it had no trace of blood's metallic scent, only a rich medicinal fragrance.

With his usual efficiency, he quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into the bath.

As the blood-red medicinal bath covered his body, Gu Qingfeng immediately felt a burning sensation on his skin. He quickly followed the method recorded in the ancient texts, forming a peculiar hand seal in front of his chest, closing his eyes, and regulating his breathing to fully absorb the medicinal power and stimulate his bloodline.

Time flowed like water.

Gu Qingfeng's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing carrying a peculiar rhythm. With each breath, the blood-red liquid in the wooden tub gradually emitted thin streams of air, faintly tinged with red, like steam, slowly rising and then entering his body with his breath.

As the air entered his body, Gu Qingfeng's handsome face seemed to be lit up, radiating a warm, jade-like luster.

Under the effect of the medicinal power, his bloodline began to boil like hot water, becoming more and more intense over time, gradually reaching a critical point!

Gu Qingfeng knew that success or failure lay in this moment. He immediately focused his mind and fully absorbed the medicinal liquid. The blood-red color in the liquid gradually faded as the medicinal power was consumed.

When the liquid completely turned clear, becoming a basin of plain water, Gu Qingfeng's bloodline finally reached its peak!

Boom!

Roar!

A low and dignified dragon's roar echoed within his body!

In that instant, Gu Qingfeng's entire bloodline seemed to ignite, exploding with power. Countless blood essences gathered, forming the shape of a two-clawed black dragon within his body.

Gu Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils bursting with a sharp light.

As he moved, the black dragon within him also moved. The dragon opened its eyes!

After opening its eyes, the black dragon, like a ruler surveying its territory, roamed through Gu Qingfeng's meridians.

Wherever it passed, his meridians widened, his muscles tightened, and his bloodline boiled.

Under this power, Gu Qingfeng clearly felt his strength, physique, and even his cultivation aptitude increasing!

However, since he already possessed the indestructible body of the Diamond Body, the increase was minimal.

It was his strength and cultivation aptitude that saw a rapid increase.

Although he already had the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, it was still too low-level.

After about a stick of incense's time, the black dragon seemed to run out of energy and suddenly dissipated within Gu Qingfeng's body.

Gu Qingfeng, full of joy, stood up from the wooden tub, feeling his body transformed as if reborn, and his strength increased by dozens of times. He thought to himself that this was not just a win but a huge profit.

"My bloodline is such a majestic black dragon! Does that mean my identity as a descendant of dragons is universal across realms?" Gu Qingfeng excitedly muttered to himself.

"But why does this black dragon only have two claws? Shouldn't it have four claws?"

Gu Qingfeng was a bit puzzled and asked the system.

The bloodline you awakened is a Jiaolong bloodline, not a true dragon bloodline.

Gu Qingfeng immediately lost his enthusiasm: "Damn, that's a whole level lower. No wonder it only has two claws. A true dragon has four claws."

He was a bit upset for a while, thinking that even after crossing dimensions, his identity had depreciated.

But after a moment, Gu Qingfeng suddenly thought of a serious question.

“System, is a jiao long considered a demon or monster?”

"Yes." The system replied coldly.

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