Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

449 Changing the Bloodline Power and Integrating It into the Sword Technique Inheritance

The big lynx named Shan Cang began to ramble on, from the desolation to the skywalkers, from the last bloodline battle to the ferocity of the Civet Clan.

Han Muye could tell that the power of his bloodline was slowly fading. After it became impure, his memories seemed to deteriorate.

“You can see that only by continuously purifying and fusing can the power of the bloodline become stronger. Otherwise, it will become weaker and weaker. In the end, your clan will die.

“Skywalkers who enter the secret realm have two choices. The first is to take away the bloodline. I don’t know how to deal with it.

“The second option is to help purify the bloodline power and participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Competition.”

With that, Shan Cang looked at Han Muye.

Skywalkers were the cultivators who landed in the secret realm.

According to Shan Cang, the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm could attract nearly a hundred worlds with demon bloodlines. As long as there was a demon bloodline among them, the secret realm could be opened.

Perhaps, the demons in these worlds came from the Desolate Galaxy after the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Area.

“If you want to take away the bloodline power, I can give it to you now. Then leave quickly.

“The powerhouses of the Civet Clan will arrive soon. The lynxes without bloodline power will become their food.”

Shan Cang lay on the stone bench, a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

The clan that had its bloodline protection taken away was basically doomed.

Actually, the more vicious method should be to immediately kill the entire clan and use the blood of these demon clansmen to refine the power of the bloodline.

“The skywalkers who enter the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm once every thousand years will start a Ten Thousand Demons Competition, right?” Han Muye looked at Shan Cang.

Shan Cang nodded. “Yes, their goal is the Ten Thousand Demons Token.”

“Who doesn’t want to rule all the demons and become a true Venerable of Ten Thousand Demons?”

Shan Cang narrowed his eyes and lay there. “The previous Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons was called Duan Jiuxiao.”

Duan Jiuxiao, a former member of the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm.

Hearing Duan Jiuxiao’s name, Xiang Lingshuang’s eyes widened.

The little white fox looked up, then lowered her head and ate another fruit.

Han Muye smiled.

“Alright, let’s participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Competition.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Shan Cang’s lively eyes were filled with surprise.

Han Muye knew that Shan Cang was selfish.

If he wanted to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Competition, he needed to constantly consolidate the power in his hands.

Shan Cang wanted to use Han Muye and the others to increase the strength of the Lynx Clan and purify his bloodline.

Even if the Thousand Demons Competition failed, Shan Cang and the Lynx Clan behind him could still obtain a lot of benefits.

The strongest bloodline power that Shan Cang had inherited was the Heaven Realm Out of Body. Such a clan was at the lowest level in the Desolate Galaxy back then.

In the past, skywalkers would choose to nurture powerful clans. They wouldn’t take a fancy to a weak clan like the Lynx Clan.

To Han Muye, it didn’t matter where he chose to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Competition.

What he needed to do was to quickly figure out the distribution of forces in the secret realm.

Perhaps those big clans would know more about the situation in the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm. Those demons that were directly guided by their powerful bloodlines would have an innate advantage.

For example, the Flood Dragon clan and those clans with powerful bloodlines in the Southern Wasteland.

Han Muye was a little curious as to where the Spiritual Armored Demons would be led.

Did the bloodline power of their clan also originate from the Desolate Galaxy?

These were relatively far away. He would probably be able to see them when the ten thousand demons competed later.

What Han Muye had to do now was resist the suppression of the Civet Clan, gather them, and increase their bloodline power.

Also, he had to help the little white fox and Xiang Lingshuang find the power of their bloodline.

He also had to contact the humans. At the very least, he had to pay attention to the safety of the cultivators in the Western Frontier.

“Since Master is willing to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Competition, I’ll give you this clan-protecting weapon of the Lynx Clan.”

As Shan Cang spoke, a spiritual light flashed in front of him, and a foot-long black short blade landed in front of Han Muye.

Shan Cang was smart and could tell that Han Muye was the one in charge of this expedition.

This short blade was similar to those in the hands of the lynxes, but there was a faint murderous aura coming from it.

Han Muye reached out to hold the short blade, and a sword energy seeped into his palm.

“Buzz!”

The short blade shook, and the sword qi broke through the barrier and poured in.

All kinds of information came into Han Muye’s mind.

This short blade was made from the ribs of a lynx expert. It contained the residual power of the expert and helped the user increase his combat strength by a little.

This short blade was roughly equivalent to the peak of a semi-spiritual weapon.

After all, there were only more than 10,000 people in this lynx clan, and there were only a few of them at the Foundation Establishment realm.

However, the strength of the demons was not entirely based on their cultivation, but more on the display of their bloodline power.

The bloodline power of a newborn flood dragon could crush many clans.

Han Muye received some unexpected surprises from the short blade.

Lynxes were good at hiding and were very fast.

They concealed their auras. As long as they did not attack, it would be difficult for others to detect them.

This was the most suitable bloodline power for transmitting information.

They could also cultivate their swordsmanship.

Their physique was short and light, but they could attack silently. Such a bloodline technique was amazing for assassination at close range.

“Give me your bloodline power.”

Putting down the short blade, Han Muye spoke.

Shan Cang opened his mouth, and a golden blood pearl appeared.

Han Muye raised his hand to hold the blood pearl, his eyes emitting a golden glow.

He sensed the power of his bloodline and condensed the memories within.

If his soul was not strong enough, he might not be able to do this.