Martial Master

Inside the Bloodline Chamber.

Lin Xinyou looked at the Bloodline Chamber that Qin Chen pointed to with suspicion and asked, "Is it? Every room in this area is a bloodline chamber of the Sacred Land, but this room has always been empty before, maybe it's newly opened."

"Then I'll use this Bloodline Chamber," Qin Chen's eyes flashed. Without waiting for Lin Xinyou to say anything more, he had already stepped into the room and closed the door.

Lin Xinyou opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the tightly shut door blocked her words. Helpless, she turned and left.

Qin Chen looked at the new equipment in front of him, feeling secretly excited. He didn't expect the Sacred Land of the Great Qi Kingdom to have such a new type of bloodline instrument. This is truly heaven's blessing.

The bloodline instrument in the room he stood in earlier was a very ancient version, already phased out by the Martial Domain three hundred years ago. However, the bloodline instrument in this room was one of the more popular types in the Martial Domain at that time.

This set of equipment not only had higher precision but also lowered the requirements for bloodline practitioners significantly.

Qin Chen had been worried that his cultivation level was too low to awaken himself. But now, seeing this equipment, he could completely relax.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

After casually inspecting the bloodline instrument and finding no issues, Qin Chen skillfully activated several switches on the instrument. A buzzing sound arose as the bloodline instrument quickly lit up, with a band of seven-colored light flowing through it like a neon display.

Qin Chen sat cross-legged on the bloodline instrument, calming his mind rapidly.

Awakening his own bloodline was like a doctor performing surgery on themselves; it was extremely challenging and considered taboo in the bloodline community. Regular bloodline practitioners dared not attempt this, but to Qin Chen, this was nothing.

He closed his eyes, letting a fine thread of true qi gently permeate the white crystal in front of him.

The white crystal quickly lit up, revealing obscure and mysterious patterns. As the light rose, a mysterious power enveloped Qin Chen like the moon's gentle glow, wrapping him within.

In the light, Qin Chen felt his body become transparent. His twelve meridians appeared like twelve crystal streams, flowing with surging true qi.

Next, his bloodline veins emerged, with the power within his blood slowly surfacing.

Qin Chen's eyes were like electricity as he sensed his bloodline power.

His expression changed instantly.

He couldn't sense any bloodline power in his body.

How was this possible?

Over the previous days, he had continuously consumed awakening elixirs. Even the thinnest bloodline should have become extremely active, especially under the bloodline instrument, which could detect even the tiniest concentration.

But now, he couldn't sense any bloodline within himself.

Qin Chen's heart sank, feeling as if he were plunged into an icy abyss, his whole body growing cold and numb.

This meant there was not a trace of bloodline in his body, no wonder he couldn't awaken before.

"This can't be right. Bloodline inheritance comes from both parents. In ancient times, every human had a bloodline. Even if the inheritance thinned over time, it couldn't disappear entirely."

Qin Chen muttered, unable to believe it.

"On the Tianwu Continent, many martial artists can't awaken their bloodlines, but it's not because they lack bloodlines. It's because the concentration is too thin to awaken. But to sense no bloodline at all, that's..."

Qin Chen felt as if he stood naked in snow and ice, drenched head to toe by cold water, his heart frozen.

Bloodlines were extremely important for martial artists. Without them, a martial artist was like a tiger without claws and teeth, fierce but unable to be king of the forest.

In this reincarnation, Qin Chen bore too many burdens. Without bloodlines, how could he return to his peak and avenge himself on Feng Shaoyu and Shangguan Xi'er, those traitors?