Chapter 124: The master of the supernatural realm appears and asks to see Ying Wuji
The blood of Emperor Zhuanxu!
Ying Wuji was not sure whether Zhao Ji was bluffing him, but he could feel the vitality of that drop of Emperor Zhuanxu's blood from a distance, and even felt a hint of desire deep in his heart.
This desire seems to be to become a higher level of life.
What the hell!
Ying Wuji swallowed his saliva and felt that the temptation of this thing was no different from the water in the desert.
He turned his eyes away and forced a smile: "Father, we don't have much of the blood of Emperor Zhuanxu in our Dali inventory, right?"
“This is the last drop!”
Zhao Ji had no intention of hiding it at all.
Ying Wuji was already worried, and now he didn't dare to take it easily: "Then do you think... am I worthy of it? This kind of good thing should be left to Prince Ning."
"Ning'er has already used it. As long as she is given time, her cultivation will definitely surpass mine."
Zhao Ji did not answer the question of whether it was worthy or not, but asked another question: "Don't you want to ask where the blood of Emperor Zhuanxu came from?"
"Where did you come from?"
Ying Wuji was of course curious. The blood of Emperor Zhuanxu was undoubtedly a top-notch divine object, but there were many great rulers in the history of the State of Li, so there was no reason for it to be kept until now.
Zhao Ji still didn't answer, and asked a new question: "What do you think bloodline is?"
"Blood is blood. If your ancestors were kings, princes, generals or ministers, your descendants will be fierce and powerful."
In Ying Wuji's concept, bloodline is something like genes.
Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "Then let me ask you again. Tribal inheritance is based on surnames. Each clan split up and evolved into a clan name. Logically, they are inherited from the same ancestor, so the blood concentration should be almost the same. But now you see that there are 14 clans with the surname Ying and more than 20 clans with the surname Mi. All of them are descendants of Zhuanxu, but only the royal bloodlines of the three families of Ying, Zhao, and Mi are the strongest. Why do you think this is the case?"
"this……"
Ying Wuji pondered for a moment and asked tentatively: "So, the so-called bloodline is actually granted by status?"
Zhao Ji neither nodded nor shook his head: "It is rumored that in ancient tribes, there was no strict distinction between superiors and subordinates within the tribe. The people in the tribe just had different divisions of labor, some hunted and some gathered, and even the tribe leader was a wise man recommended by the tribe members.
But later, someone suddenly discovered that when a family had a patriarch for three consecutive generations, the probability of producing powerful offspring would greatly increase. Even if there was no patriarch in the next generation, the bloodline advantage would slowly decline after another three generations.
From the clan leader to the ruler of the world, the so-called imperial bloodline will be produced, and all descendants have a chance to awaken.
When a small clan is first divided, it still has the advantage of bloodline, but after three generations it will inevitably decline to a certain extent, depending on its status. If it rises again one day, its bloodline will revive.
The Mi surname of the Chu State had originally been in decline, but since it was granted the title of viscount by the Zhou emperor, the Chu State has gradually grown stronger, and now its bloodline is no less inferior to that of Ying and Zhao.
The ancestors of the Ying and Zhao families were the eldest and second sons of Fei Luo. Their bloodline was already weak. Later, Zhao Zaofu was appreciated by the emperor for his chariot driving and was granted the title of Zhaocheng. Your ancestors then defected to the emperor and integrated into the Zhao family, reviving their bloodline.
Later, you divided it out again in the name of raising horses and expelling foreigners. If it had failed, the bloodline would have declined rapidly. Fortunately, your country was established and it grew stronger. Now the strength of your bloodline is no less than that of our Zhao family.
It’s a pity that no matter how powerful Ying Zhao was, it was just a mere vassal state. It was too difficult to reproduce the bloodline of Zhuanxu.
As for other ancient bloodlines, their ancestors weren’t that strong to begin with, so occasionally with some luck, a few of them would appear.”
"I see!"
Ying Wuji suddenly realized. He had been curious before. When the Great Zhou Dynasty was established, many princes with the surname Ji were separated. Why did they all behave incompetently and finally disappear in the long river of history? He did not expect this to be the case.
The Zhou royal family's control over the world has weakened, and its bloodline must not be that strong now.
However, this bloodline only represents an innate advantage. Unless the ancient bloodline awakens, it will not necessarily have an overwhelming advantage over ordinary people.
But after knowing this, he became more curious: "How could the blood of Emperor Zhuanxu be preserved until now, since Ying Zhao had declined so much during its reign?"
Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Who said that the blood of Emperor Zhuanxu was left over from ancient times?"
"this……"
Ying Wuji was stunned for a moment. He didn't stay. He was...
Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes. "When the queen was pregnant with Ning'er, an old Taoist priest came to Jiangcheng and gave us a secret method of melting blood. This secret method can extract source blood from the bloodline. If there is enough source blood, it can be melted into imperial blood. Those whose blood is melted will not be able to enjoy the status brought by royal status for the rest of their lives."
Ying Wuji was shocked: "So the princesses in the royal family all live in the palace and rarely show their faces in public."
"right!"
Zhao Ji looked a little painful, even a little ferocious: "I sat in the snow for ten days and finally made up my mind. Except for Ning'er and that little bastard Zhao Qi, all my children are daughters! The throne cannot be maintained by women, let alone the unification of Dali!
So when Ning'er was three years old, with the help of the old Taoist priest, I refined the blood of several princesses and melted out a total of two drops of Emperor Zhuanxu's blood. One drop has already merged into Ning'er's body and will be completely absorbed when she breaks through the fetal transformation state.
She couldn't absorb the other drop, so I kept it. I wanted to observe Zhao Qi, but I found that he was just a piece of mud that couldn't be supported by anyone.
So... it has remained until now."
He looked at Ying Wuji.
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