1071: 487: Evil Genius!_2 1071: 487: Evil Genius!_2 “Alright.” Lanling said.
Then, Dina continued practicing her sword techniques.
anwhile, Lanling sat cross-legged nearby!
Of course, after sitting down cross-legged, the only thing he could do was ditation.
Things like energy cultivation or harnessing bloodline power—he couldn’t do any of it.
For the past three years, he had been endlessly busy every single day, leaving absolutely no ti to practice Martial Arts.
But once he sat down, his entire mind beca completely tranquil.
The pores of his entire body naturally opened.
Deep within his body, it felt as though an energy void had suddenly erged.
Then, countless threads of energy began to flow into his body.
This energy leaned toward being gentle and soft, and moreover…
it seed to co from the Moonlight.
Lanling was utterly stunned!
The Martial Arts in this world originate entirely from bloodlines.
Everyone’s lifelong cultivation focused solely on activating bloodline energy and transforming it into one’s bodily strength.
As for how to enhance one’s Bloodline Power?
There were thods like dicinal baths and blood baths—to put it simply, extracting external energies and supplenting them into one’s bloodline.
Of course, so energy also ca from food, like the blood and flesh of monstrous beasts.
However, these thods were rely supplentary; the key lay in activating the latent potential within one’s own bloodline.
Using auxiliary ans like dicinal baths or blood baths could make you a decent warrior.
But to beco a supre master, without exception, it was all dependent on one’s innate talent—on the Bloodline Power of one’s body.
This sounds rather discouraging, doesn’t it?
People often say hard work can make up for lack of talent, and that human determination can overco fate!
Yet, in this world, one’s ultimate achievents are determined by bloodline talent—by what you’re born with!
Of course, it’s the sa in the Earth world.
Even if soone isn’t particularly gifted intellectually, through sheer effort, they can still get into prestigious universities and even world-class institutions.
However… to beco a top scientist?
Without exception, only geniuses succeed!
To think one could win a Nobel Prize purely through hard work?
That’s nothing but a delusional fantasy.
So, in this world, you can only work tirelessly to activate your Bloodline Power and transform it into strength.
And where does Bloodline Power co from?
It’s innate.
Once depleted, you simply wait for it to slowly recover.
How does Bloodline Power increase?
Continuous cultivation, relentless activation of the latent potential within your bloodline.
Yet now, Lanling seed to have completely broken this rule.
After sitting down, he found himself able to absorb the energy of the Moonlight.
No wonder he felt incredibly comfortable during the dayti when the sun was out, even sensing energy replenishing him.
It turns out that he had been absorbing sunlight energy and converting it into Bloodline Power.
This… This was utterly defying the natural order!
Lanling closed his eyes and began to trace the source of the energy pouring into his body.
What followed was an even more shocking discovery—not only was it Moonlight.
It also included specific magnetic energies emanating from the ground around him.
Essentially, at night, all Yin-aligned energies flooded into his body.
This was genuinely terrifying.
It was truly a chilling revelation upon deeper reflection!
Lanling had a distinct feeling—it wasn’t that Yao Xing had disappeared.
Rather… his body had transford into an energy black hole.
Ti flew by quickly.
Two hours later, dawn had arrived.
Lanling opened his eyes once more, and Dina had already bathed and changed her clothes.
He noticed that today Dina was wearing a relatively new outfit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure even more.
Her curves seed almost explosive.
It was utterly breathtaking.
Not only that, but her skin appeared slightly lighter than before.
Seeing Lanling’s sowhat surprised gaze, Dina asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You look a little lighter today.” Lanling said.
Dina exclaid in astonishnt, “You can even notice that?”
This was truly unbelievable.
Compared to yesterday, Dina’s skin tone differed by no more than one percent.
Such a subtle difference that even Dina herself hadn’t noticed—it was astonishing that Lanling had discerned it at a glance.
Lanling nodded slightly.
Dina said, “I didn’t take the dicine today, so my skin is lighter.”
“dicine?” Lanling asked, puzzled.
“My original skin tone is identical to humans.
Aside from a tail, there’s no difference between and the Human Race,” Dina explained.
“But you know, in The Barbaric Wilderness, resembling humans too much is considered a sin.
So, my foster father brewed a dicine for to darken my skin after consuming it—this way, I wouldn’t look like part of the Near-Human Tribe.
He did it to protect .”
Lanling asked, “Then why didn’t you take it today?”
“I just didn’t feel like taking it.” Dina said.
“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore.
Let’s go see my foster father.
We need to get your daughter back.”
Then, she took Lanling to Suo Mo’s cave.
Suo Mo had already been awake for a while; he was practicing his sword techniques!
Upon seeing his sword, Lanling was utterly taken aback.
This wasn’t just a sword—it was practically a giant stone monunt, over three ters long, with a hilt several inches thick.
Imdiately, Lanling felt a surge of heartache; Uncle Suo Mo, the commander of the Foreign Tribe Army, didn’t even have a proper heavy sword for training.
He had to carve a giant stone sword from a rock.
Dina had ntioned before that the Foreign Tribe Army not only had hunting duties but also mining responsibilities.
“Here you are.
Did you sleep well last night?” Suo Mo said with a smile.
He sheathed the giant stone sword, set it aside, grabbed a towel, and casually wiped himself down.
“Let’s have breakfast together.”
Breakfast consisted of three bowls of porridge—one for each person!
Ever since arriving in this world, despite the initially miserable state he was in, akin to a stray dog,
Lanling had never gone without luxurious food.
The clothes he wore had never cost less than ten Gold Coins.
Every single al he had consud cost at least two Gold Coins.
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