Chapter 1446 - 1423: Bloodline Too Dilute to Detect?
Ling Fufu’s pretty face flushed red. Gritting her teeth in shy annoyance, she shouted, "What are you thinking? I mean, you can use me as a shield, I can cover you in the Ling Family!"
"Tch, and here I thought it was something good."
Ye Huan spread his hands, looking regretful.
Seeing this, Ling Fufu smacked Ye Huan’s shoulder hard and glared at him. "Cut the crap, I know you’re not that kind of guy. Also, watch it or I’ll go report to the beauty Bing Ning and make sure you can’t get on the bed tonight!"
Ye Huan smiled and said nothing more.
The die was cast; whether he wanted to or not, he had to be this shield. Besides, Ling Zhiyuan had acted all high and mighty, putting on a show in front of him, and he really couldn’t stand that kind of arrogant punk.
If Ling Zhiyuan didn’t want to live anymore, he didn’t mind lending him a hand.
At the same time, seeing Ling Fufu chatting with Ye Huan and even patting his shoulder, Ling Zhiyuan finally snapped; his jealousy turned into a thick, seething hatred.
"Fuck, Ye Huan, you dare steal my woman? Just you wait, I’ll never let you off!" Ling Zhiyuan growled in his heart.
The bloodline test was still ongoing. The thousand-people-long line had already been cut down by half!
Postnatal effort could indeed raise bloodline purity a bit.
Many Ling Family Ancient Martial Artists whose bloodline purity had gone up a little were very happy.
But for a long time, no one in the arena had gotten an A-level bloodline rating.
This made the atmosphere in the martial arena sink into a lull.
At that critical moment, Ling Zhiyuan stepped out!
"Ling Zhiyuan, bloodline purity 96%, SS-level bloodline!"
The big black jar shook violently and let out an electronic voice!
Ling Jiutian’s eyes snapped open with a "swish," shooting out a sharp light. "Zhiyuan, if I remember correctly, your last bloodline test had you at 95% purity, right?"
"Yes!" Ling Zhiyuan tried his best to act calm, but the excitement in his eyes couldn’t be concealed no matter what!
The whole place erupted!
"Holy shit! Born with 95% bloodline purity and he actually boosted it another 1% through later effort, how is that even possible, damn?!"
"Isn’t it said the higher the bloodline purity, the harder it is to raise later? Ninety to ninety-five purity is S-level, but Cousin Zhiyuan actually pushed his own bloodline up to SS. That just shows how insane his talent is!"
"My freaking dear mama, that’s brutal. Cousin Zhiyuan is basically the greatest pride of us side-branch kids!"
"Cousin Zhiyuan, I love you like a mouse loves rice!"
"Cousin Zhiyuan, we wanna have your babies!!"
The Ling Family viewing stands boiled over again!
This time the hype was way bigger than when Ling Mengmeng awakened her bloodline and got rated A-level!
The side-branch girls all blushed bright red, shouting at the top of their lungs, looking like they wanted to eat Ling Zhiyuan alive!
The boys were bursting with pride for Ling Zhiyuan!
The direct-line kids all applauded; Ling Zhiyuan’s martial talent left them deeply impressed.
"Not bad, Zhiyuan, keep working hard. The Ling Family high council will definitely have a seat for you in the future!" Ling Jiutian gave a powerful sweep of his sleeve and gave Ling Zhiyuan a big thumbs up in praise.
To keep flexing, Ling Zhiyuan still pretended to be calm. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Jiutian. I will work hard!"
With that, he snapped open his folding fan, fanned himself twice, and turned away from the big black jar.
Listening to the screams of the female Disciples and feeling the respectful gazes of the male Disciples, Ling Zhiyuan’s vanity was satisfied to the max; he felt like he was flying.
When he walked past the back of the line—right by Ye Huan—he deliberately cast Ye Huan a provoking look!
And he also shot Ling Fufu a triumphant look.
The meaning was obvious: Ling Fufu, you’d rather pick a piece of trash than choose a great genius like me. How stupid can you be? Regretting it now, huh?
Ling Zhiyuan swaggered past Ye Huan and Ling Fufu, feeling insanely pleased with himself.
Little did he know that both Ye Huan and Ling Fufu treated him like a brain-dead idiot, not taking him to heart at all.
However, thanks to Ling Zhiyuan’s test, Ye Huan now understood that above S-level, there was still an SS-level bloodline rating.
If there was SS, then... wouldn’t there also be SSS?
Ye Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Ling Fufu.
Ling Fufu’s martial talent was extremely outstanding, and her status in the Ling Family was clearly far above that of the fifth core Disciple, Ling Zhiyuan.
When Ling Fufu got mad, Ling Zhiyuan didn’t even dare breathe too loud.
So with a status that high, what level would Ling Fufu’s Ling Family bloodline be?
As Ye Huan was thinking this, the bloodline tests continued.
The quality of the latter half of the line was clearly higher than the first half.
Among the last five hundred, many were direct-line Disciples.
Their martial talent and bloodline purity were obviously stronger than the side-branches. So strong that among those five hundred, the worst were B-rated; there were no C or D ratings at all.
The key point was, there were quite a few A-ratings—over a hundred people.
There were three S-ratings, but after Ling Zhiyuan, no more SS-ratings appeared.
Listening to the instrument announce "B-level," "A-level," "S-level" again and again, the side-branch kids in the viewing stands went numb, forced to admit the direct line really was badass!
It wasn’t long before the line reached the end.
Only two people remained untested.
Ling Fufu stepped forward, suddenly drew the Blue Rose Sword, and aimed the intensely cold blade tip at her own finger.
Just then, Ling Jiutian let out a helpless laugh. "Fufu, in your case, there’s no need to test, right?"
"Elder Jiutian, I don’t wanna bother with it either, but this is the procedure."
Ling Fufu was also helpless, then used the sword edge to cut her finger.
Her blood actually carried a faint silvery-blue hue, as if a layer of Ice Crystal had formed over it.
As soon as this drop of blood fell into the test tube inserted atop the jar, connected to the internal testing mechanism, the big black jar shook as if the earth itself were quaking!
The intensity of this shaking was something none of the previous Ling Family Disciples being tested had ever caused!
A dozen seconds later, as the jar shook, it let out a slightly trembling electronic voice: "Respected Miss Ling Fufu, your bloodline has reached 100% Purest purity. You are the Ling Family’s chosen daughter, SSS-level bloodline!"
When that electronic voice rang out, the whole arena stayed calm, with barely a ripple, because they already knew Ling Fufu’s bloodline was at the Dragon Son Purest Level.
It was Ye Huan who was stunned; he really hadn’t expected Ling Fufu’s bloodline grade to be the highest—SSS.
"Alright, Ye Huan, it’s your turn. No matter what the result is, please don’t lose heart. Be mentally prepared." Ling Fufu sighed softly. Ye Huan’s bloodline had been diluted over two generations, so his rating definitely couldn’t be high; that was why she was comforting him in advance.
Ye Huan gave a faint smile. He truly wasn’t interested in bloodline ratings and naturally didn’t take it to heart.
If it weren’t required before the next round of tests, he really wouldn’t bother going up to test his bloodline at all.
Ye Huan stepped forward, lifted his left hand, and slashed across his right index finger. A violent force, like a sudden gale, tore through, ripping open a wound on his finger. A drop of fiery red blood laced with a faint golden glow shot out from the wound and bounced into the test tube!
The crowd exploded. Why was Ye Huan’s blood as abnormal as Ling Fufu’s?
And it looked so damn badass, as if it carried a king’s pressure. The moment they saw that drop of Ye Huan’s blood, they all felt an urge to kneel and shout, "Long live Emperor Ye."
Damn, did they really mock the wrong guy all along? Did Ye Huan actually have real skills?
Many people broke into a sweat, worried they might have really misjudged him, and waited nervously.
Ling Zhiyuan’s expression also changed, turning rather ugly.
But several minutes passed, and the big black jar showed no reaction at all.
The whole place was dumbfounded, no one knowing what was going on.
Then someone exclaimed, "Didn’t we have Disciples before whose blood went into the device and there was no reaction? Later we found out it was because their bloodline purity was too, too low—so low it was basically negligible. The device couldn’t detect any Ling Family bloodline, so it gave no response!"
"Holy crap, don’t tell me Ye Huan’s one of those?"
Someone shouted.
Then the whole arena burst out laughing!
The one laughing the hardest was Ling Zhiyuan. Tears were streaming down his face, as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.
The bloodline was so thin, so thin the device couldn’t even detect it—this... this was simply the biggest joke under heaven!
Hahahaha!