Chapter 168: Golden Dragon Throw

Zhao Bufan's naked body sits in a tub, with dozens of rare treasures floating on the water surface.
He has been soaking in it for a few hours, relying on the medicinal energy, and his injuries have already healed for the most part, but his eyes are still gray, no longer able to control his body.
"Elder Song, what exactly is wrong with this child's body?" Elder Mao stared at Zhao Bufan. Now that she was completely awake, she knew that the person in front of her was her own great-grandchild with a blood relationship. Little Lian quietly lay in his arms, staring at the person in front of her, feeling extremely worried. After all, she knew that she still had a blood oath attached to his body."
"It turns out he is not of our demon beast clan, his blood and his body are completely incompatible." Xiao Lian looked at the fluctuation of this blood qi, as a member of the demon beast lineage, she knew that humans and demons would definitely take different paths, and that a human body could not bear the bloodline of a demon beast. "This is playing with fire."
"I am suspending his physical vitality with the power of spiritual medicine," Elder Song continuously adds new spiritual substances to the water. "Perhaps only this young man understands the changes it brings to himself."
Zhao Song did not witness the previous battles of this kid with his own eyes. He is more aware of the true strength of Zhu Tian and Gao He than anyone else. The actual strength of these two is already higher than the same level. To be able to single-handedly defeat these two, he must have used some secret techniques.
In the development of the martial arts in the Flame Empire, there are also some unconventional and unorthodox techniques. Once unleashed, these techniques can grant power in a short period of time. However, they come with numerous side effects, and the slightest carelessness can ruin a person's cultivation for a lifetime.
"Tiancheng, where does this kid come from?"
"He is capable of competing with any of the hall masters."
"Song, Elder, I'm afraid it's difficult for me to explain to you."
Zhao Tiancheng's eyelids trembled. "At this moment, we must make him recover as soon as possible."
Among all things.
Under the influence of countless spiritual beings, all things have already returned to their peak state. Many plants sway gracefully in the wind.
Little Mirror Mansion brushes past the plants here, looking at Zhao Bufan who is in a deep sleep, his spiritual power has not even returned to among all things.
The whereabouts of this soul are unknown.
With a wave of his arm, Xiao Jingfu gathered the golden patterns on the eight pillars, using the power of the pillars to perfectly perceive the entirety of Zhao Bufan's body. A transparent figure of the same proportion stood in place, with all meridians and bones intact.
"Miss Zhong, wake up and come out and see."
"What's wrong with the master?"
"I haven't detected his spiritual power." Xiao Jingfu said anxiously.
"He has also felt that Zhao Bufan has used up his bloodline power to the limit."
"Take another look."
"Kunzhu's body is normal, without any spiritual power. Could it be that his soul has gone elsewhere?" Miss Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly as she walked to a corner of the book tower and picked up a notebook. This notebook was left by previous Kunzhus, recording all the problems they encountered while cultivating the Kunjing. Her finger traced to a certain passage.
"Where is the soul?"
The record is above.
The bloodline of demons is different from that of humans. Most demon blood contains the residual heritage of ancestors. Some demons naturally awaken and learn the skills of their predecessors when they reach a certain realm. This is similar to the inheritance of human civilization, but the method among demons is bloodline preservation.
In the world of demon beasts, some low-level demon beasts occasionally eat a highly blooded demon beast, directly gaining a large number of skills from their clan, thus becoming dominant. Even the collision between bloodlines enables them to resist against some higher-level blooded demon beasts.
"Perhaps, Kunzhu has awakened his bloodline memory. If that's the case, it's considered a good thing," Xiao Jingfu stared at Zhao Bufan, "This might be his opportunity."
Zhao Bufan soaked in the water.
Looking around, it feels like a new space, much like the universe.
Standing alone in the water.
Only a faint light illuminates a spot.
He begins to try to leave the water surface.
"What just happened?"
He still remembers that he infused the true dragon's energy into his palm. If it weren't for his white jade body and his body at the mid-stage of a martial artist, his meridians would probably have been damaged. Afterwards, he relied on the residual martial energy to control the fluctuations of his blood, but ultimately lost control of his body.
"I really don't know what kind of existence it would be when Kunjing's strengthened bloodline is used to the extreme."
"Xiao Jingfu, Miss Zhong."
"Are you guys there?"
A mystery kept emerging in front of him.
After several unsuccessful attempts to call,
he wanted to activate his martial energy and spiritual power again, but both of these powers were nowhere to be found, as if he were lost among all things.
Leaving the water, he found himself on land and walked for an unknown distance until he reached the top of a hill. Looking around, he wondered, "Have I traveled through time again? Where exactly am I?"
又走了数米，终于找到了那一处光点。
“这里莫非便是出口？”
单手触碰到一处星光。
周围的水开始沸腾，云雾缭绕间，水里似乎有一道生物在快速游动，其速度惊人。
Zhao Bufan clenched his fist.
A golden claw emerged from the water surface, and there seemed to be a snake-like monster shuttling back and forth in the clouds and mist. He speculated that this should be a space left by a previous person. The creature should not have any hostility, but was just moving continuously in the clouds according to certain rules.
As the mist cleared, a golden light shone through, illuminating the area.
A golden glow also appeared on Zhao Bufan's arm and shot towards the creature's body. A strange and intense emotion washed over him, despite suppressing the restlessness within him. It seemed that he and the creature in front of him were already inseparable.
"Golden Dragon Whip," Zhao Bufan's mouth corner inexplicably muttering a few words, his arm swayed naturally, and his figure faintly overlapped with the creatures in the sky as his arm swung past his back.
"This is a skill of the Dragon clan."
"Bloodline inheritance?"
Everything was as he had guessed, he almost instantly mastered this set of skills, as if it was a martial technique engraved in his own marrow.
Is this creature a dragon?
It is said that longan flying sparrows have dragon bloodlines.
However, this skill is probably not the top-level skill of the dragon clan, perhaps it is a basic skill of its descendant, but its power should not be underestimated.
In this world, humans and demons are inherently incompatible existences.
The Kunjing breaks this rule, destined to embark on a different path.
The sky dragon gazes at Zhao Bufan for a moment, plunges a claw into the water, and the true dragon enters the sea, calming the entire lake. The clouds disperse, revealing a concrete object before their eyes.
Zhao Bufan clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the dragon.
He looked at himself in a water basin, and there was a light-colored scale on his arm. The strong blood qi spread outwards.