It was no exaggeration to say that if he could awaken his bloodline, his future accomplishments were destined to shake the world!
In contrast, the boy beside him, Lin Wu, had ordinary qi and blood. His spirit was listless, and his face held a sickly pallor that was a disappointment to see.
Barring any miracles, he was fated to be a mere mortal, an existence like that of an ant.
The old man's gaze on Lin Hao grew even more fervent. A dark red medicinal pill suddenly appeared in his hand. He pinched Lin Hao's jaw and forced the pill into his mouth.
After doing all this, the old man stood by the side of the blood-exchange pool, his expression calm, but his hands were clenched into tight fists.
"Father, do you think it will succeed?" The serene young woman was now staring nervously at the blood-exchange pool, her composure completely shattered. Her son was down there, after all.
"For this day, I traveled all the way to the capital and cast aside my dignity as a Martial Artist to infiltrate the Lin family and study their ancient texts. This time, we can only succeed; failure is not an option!" A flicker of hatred crossed the old man's eyes. It was impossible to know what price he had paid.
"Yes," the young woman agreed, then asked, "So, do you know what kind of constitution that little bastard has?"
The young woman's gentle demeanor had vanished. Her words were venomous, and the way she looked at Lin Hao in the blood-exchange pool was a complete departure from her previous attitude.
The old man gazed at Lin Hao, his expression complex and his breathing a little ragged. "His constitution... it's very similar to an extremely powerful one from the legends!"
"What kind of constitution?" A strange light flashed in the young woman's eyes.
"A constitution without peer in all of history... the Harmony Dominator Body!" The old man struggled to keep his voice steady.
"What kind of constitution is that?" The young woman came from a learned family, but she had never heard of such a thing.
The old man sighed before explaining, "In the tens of thousands of years since the Celestial Yang Continent was formed, there has never been any record of this constitution. But in the Lin family's library, I saw a fragmented ancient text that mentioned it in a few words: 'Born of Harmony, with boundless qi and blood, fated for early death, defies Heaven to achieve the Dao!'"
"How can one defy Heaven if they are fated for an early death? That seems rather contradictory. Besides, in the continent's tens of thousands of years of history, most Martial Artists have been Spirit Bodies. There are only a dozen or so recorded special constitutions, and none have appeared for a very long time. That little bastard is perfectly healthy; he can't possibly have such a heaven-defying constitution."
The young woman was a little disappointed, and a hint of resentment appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lin Hao.
Perhaps she was disappointed in Lin Hao's constitution.
Because right now, she and the old man were plotting something earth-shattering!
She was going to implant Lin Hao's essence blood into her own son's body!
The stronger Lin Hao's constitution, the greater her son's future achievements would be.
"Regardless, it's still a formidable constitution. If..." The old man suddenly fell silent, because a massive change was occurring in the blood-exchange pool.
A sound like the roar of tigers and leopards and the clap of thunder erupted from within Lin Hao's body. The previously calm blood-exchange pool suddenly began to boil, the crimson water churning with abnormal violence.
Lin Hao's delicate little face was contorted in agony. His muscles swelled and bulged, and tiny beads of blood seeped from every pore of his body. Before long, he was completely covered in blood.
The old man and the young woman stared at the blood-exchange pool, their expressions wrought with extreme tension and focus.
Time passed, second by second. The sounds from within Lin Hao's body gradually faded, and his body began to shrink.
But just then, a flash of purple light flickered from his Dantian before vanishing.
Purple! It was actually purple!
On the Celestial Yang Continent, the awakening of a special constitution's bloodline manifested in different colors. A Spirit Body was red, followed in sequence by orange, Yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
According to legend, beyond purple, there was also black and gold.
Lin Hao's bloodline awakening was actually purple! If word of this got out, it would undoubtedly shock the world!
The old man's eyes blazed. He took a step forward, tapped a finger on Lin Hao's body, and then, with a wave of his hand, sliced open Lin Hao's abdomen...
There wasn't much blood left in Lin Hao's body, but a hazy ball of purple light was circulating within him.
The terrifying aura that emanated from the purple light was overwhelming, its pressure so immense that the old man felt an irrepressible urge to prostrate himself in worship.
The excruciating pain forced Lin Hao's eyes open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—he was being disemboweled by the people closest to him!
Lin Hao wanted to ask why, but he found he could no longer speak.
Watching the old man reach into his own abdomen, Lin Hao's eyes filled with terror.
He was only a twelve-year-old boy. He had been doted upon and cherished his entire life. When had he ever been treated like this?!
At that moment, Lin Hao thought of his aunt and instinctively looked to her for help. But to his dismay, the aunt who was usually so kind, amiable, and always smiling now had eyes as cold as ice, as if she were looking at a dead man.
Lin Hao's gaze shifted again. Beside them, Lin Wu didn't even spare him a glance, his eyes fixed fervently on his exposed abdomen.
Lin Hao wasn't stupid. He finally understood what they wanted to do.
'So, everything from before was a lie. It was all for this moment.'
This was betrayal from within his own family, a plot to forcibly steal his bloodline!
'This... this is my closest family? These are the people I trusted?'
Lin Hao felt his heart turn to ice.
"Such powerful energy!" The old man's words rang in his ears, but to Lin Hao, they sounded as if they were coming from the edge of the world.
So close, yet a world away.
A strangled noise was all that escaped him. Though his heart had turned to ice, his blood still seethed. He wanted to roar, to scream, but it was useless.
Only the tears streaming from his eyes spoke of his helplessness and indignation.
But in the next moment, Lin Hao realized he had lost even the right to this silent protest, for he had been dropped into the frigid blood-exchange pool.
"Wu'Er, endure it!" the old man said, his tone doting as he walked toward Lin Wu.
Seeing his own essence blood being implanted into Lin Wu's Dantian, Lin Hao felt his life force rapidly draining away.
"That little bastard will die in the blood-exchange pool today, and this very spot will be where you begin your rise! Wu'Er, hold on. Mother is here."