CHAPTER 303 ACHIEVED THE BLOODLINE (PART TWO)

As Darren's face dropped with extreme disappointment, Water Kylin looked up with a beaming smile on

his face and said, "Ha-ha. Master, here is the bloodline."

While the beast's mouth was held open, a drop of fluid came out from it—a glittery green colored liquid.

"I think someone needs a good kick up the backside. How dare you lie to me!" Darren scolded as he

realized that the beast was playing games with him. Darren felt so humiliated, and it angered him so

much that he raised his hand and wanted desperately to slap it in the beast's face. But, before he could

even touch Water Kylin, the latter suddenly slumped onto the ground, looking deathly pale.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, Darren immediately caught the green fluid from the Water Kylin's mouth.

Seeing his miserable face laid on the ground, Darren changed his mind and didn't want to hit him

anymore.

Boom! Boom!

The firm ground where they were standing started to shake violently. In the blink of an eye, Darren

disappeared without a trace.

"I can't believe that you actually got the bloodline!" Fris reckoned in amazement. As soon as Darren

came out of the grave, the village head appeared in front of him. He stared at Darren with a look of

surprise and homage on his face.

However, when his eyes rested on the Water Kylin on Darren's shoulder, he had a complete

understanding of what had actually happened. He nodded at Darren with utmost reverie and felt happy

for him.

"You do have a lot of secret skills. You even have that legendary beast from the Ancient Age." Fris

praised Darren and even acknowledged the Water Kylin.

"Yes, that is true. But I depend on the help of others to get the bloodline. I didn't do it alone. I guess

knowing that might make you look down on me," Darren said with a disappointed look on his face, a

little embarrassed of himself.

"Ha-ha. Fellow, don't worry about that. Even though you have other people to help you, you still have

done a significant role in retrieving the bloodline. Am I right? If you have the bloodline now, it means Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

that you have succeeded. How come I will look down on you?" lifting Darren's spirits, Fris said with a

smile on his face.

"Ha-ha. You are right, sir." Feeling relieved, Darren wore a faint smile on his face.

"Actually, there are still a lot of treasures in the grave. You can choose to keep on fighting and collect

those treasures if you want. But now that you already have the bloodline and two excellent battle skills,

I thought that you are satisfied with the result and would settle with that. So I've transferred you out of

the grave without asking your opinion. Are you angry with that?" Fris asked.

"No, sir. As you said, I have enough treasures. I am satisfied with what I had." During his ordeal on the

graveyard, not only Darren got the bloodline and battle skills, but he was also able to cultivate one

more conflicting martial arts skills—the flame intent and ice intent.

"Sir, there is one thing I want to ask you. What am I going to do with the bloodline? Do I swallow it?"

confused, Darren asked the village head. He was so interested in what the bloodline could offer, and he

couldn't wait to give it a try.

"No, you need to make the bloodline float in front of your chest."

Hearing that, Darren immediately did what Fris told him. Channeling his innate concentration, he made

the bloodline float in front of his chest. The instant the bloodline was afloat Darren's chest, Fris waved

his hand, and the green fluid slowly fluttered towards Darren's heart and melted. It was as if his body

absorbed the green liquid.

After a few knocks, a strange feeling suddenly spread all over Darren's body, causing him to jerk and

tremble at the onset.

As the bloodline was starting to take effect, he could feel that all his meridians were undergoing a

tremendous change. A steady flow of strengthened aura was filling through every inch of his being.

Above all these, what fascinated Darren was the strangest thing that the bloodline had done to his

body. His blood changed color all of a sudden, from red to something with a hint of light green.

That was the result of the unification of two bloodlines, not only the powers combined but also the color

of the two supernatural blood.

"Boy, you need to slow down and consume the power of the bloodline one step at a time. By the time

your blood color completely changes into green, your bloodline force will be one thousand times

stronger than the one you have right now. But judging from the way I see it, when you reach the Holy

Realm, you will be able to consume the bloodline completely.

Right now, your power is probably ten times stronger than before, and it is pretty good enough," Fris

explained how things would go for Darren, while examining Darren's aura from head to foot. Especially

now that he had assimilated the bloodline.

"Sir, does the cultivation stage have anything to do with the consumption of the bloodline? What will

happen to my cultivation stage?" Darren asked as the idea popped out of his head at the mention of

the Holy Realm.

"Yes, it does. The higher the cultivation stage you reach, the faster your bloodline will be consumed,"

the village head responded.

"I see. Thank you so much, sir," Darren reciprocated. After Darren expressed his gratitude to the village

head, he cupped his hands together and raised them in front of his chest as a salute. He was grateful

to all the help the master had offered.

"Ha-ha. You can go outside first and wait for your friends to come out," Fris suggested. After saying

that, Fris waved his hand, then Darren disappeared and returned to the impoverished village.

Though Darren collected a lot of treasures from the trip, he had not gotten the most valuable treasure—

the Primitive Stone. Worst was, he had no idea whether he was able to accomplish the obligation that

Mathew asked him to do.

"I don't know whether Mathew's body is still in the so-called Devil Den," Darren doubted. The notion

made him a bit anxious. For sure, he would be devastated if Mathew's body was not in there. That

would mean one thing—he failed Matthew.