Chapter 451 - 451 Heavenly Fox Bloodline
451 Heavenly Fox Bloodline
He would control a bloodline inheritance and change the rules.
This was a brand new attempt for Han Muye.
To integrate the swordsmanship one had mastered into one’s bloodline power required an unparalleled comprehension of swordsmanship.
According to the realm of swordsmanship cultivation, one had to reach the peak and return to the basics. Only by mastering it could one ingeniously integrate it into the bloodline power.
After comprehending the Sword Dao again, Han Muye’s mastery of the Sword Dao deepened.
The process of swordsmanship compatible with the bloodline specialty of the Lynx Clan was also the process of Han Muye modifying his swordsmanship and constantly sharpening it.
In the straw hut, Han Muye held a ball of golden flames in his palm. Sword light flickered in his eyes.
His divine sense landed on the flaming mountain and kept searching.
The bloodline power of the Lynx Clan was mixed, and its source power was not strong. It was only at the Out of Body realm.
Even if these lynxes could all obtain the perfect bloodline of their grandmaster, they would at most step into the Heaven Realm.
That was impossible.
Due to the limitations of their aptitude, most demons could not reach the purity of their ancestor’s bloodline.
When their bloodline power could not provide enough power, the demons would choose to devour and fuse with other bloodline power.
Although it would cause his bloodline to be impure, it could continuously increase his strength.
Within the Lynx Clan’s bloodline, there were many lynx bloodlines and traces of the tiger bloodline.
The Civet Clan and the Lynx Clan had similar combat strength, but the Civet Clan had sharper claws and stronger bodies.
With such a bloodline power, the strength of these lynxes would increase greatly in the short term.
Shan Cang’s body kept flashing with golden light, and a sword intent was about to seep out of his body.
This was because the newly added sword technique inheritance was extremely powerful.
“Master, there are dozens of races of various sizes within a thousand miles. There are hundreds of different clans. We can slowly go—” Shan Cang’s eyes shone with a golden light of desire.
It was a desire for power.
Today, it was stronger than ever.
“Tell your clansmen to scour the surroundings. I need to obtain all the information.
“Race, bloodline power, and distribution of clans.” Han Muye’s eyes were filled with an irresistible darkness. “Within seven days, I want to know everything within a radius of 3,000 miles.”
As Han Muye spoke, a faint purple power of the People’s Will was injected into the flames in front of him.
Using the power of the People’s Will to impart the way of governance.
Han Muye directly integrated reconnaissance, concealment, disguise, map drawing, and other methods into his Lynx bloodline.
Fortunately, this was an extremely low-level bloodline that could be tampered with by him.
If it was a high-level bloodline, the backlash of the bloodline power would probably be enough to make him suffer.
At this moment, Han Muye saw the benefits of controlling the Lynx bloodline.
His control technique did not connect him to this bloodline, so even if the Lynx Clan was injured, it would not implicate him.
On the contrary, those demons and cultivators who had fused their bloodlines with their bodies would implicate their strength with the clans in the secret realm.
One for all, all for one.
However, this method could also be broken.
Killing all the clansmen and retracting all the bloodline power naturally reduced the backlash.
However, this way, the benefits were even less.
“Buzz!”
The flames trembled and his bloodline power was modified. Shan Cang’s originally surging battle intent suddenly disappeared and a trace of wisdom and cunning appeared in his eyes.
Shan Cang was only a virtual body formed by the convergence of the Lynx bloodline. Everything about it was the appearance of the bloodline power.
At this moment, the power of the Lynx bloodline had fused with the various probing methods that Han Muye had modified, and it was immediately different from before.
“Master, don’t worry. In seven days, we will definitely investigate the surrounding 3,000 miles,” Shan Cang muttered. His body turned into a ball of flames and exploded.
On the altar outside the thatched cottage, flames suddenly rose.
Purple spiritual light emitted from the bodies of the Lynx clansmen.
The bloodline inheritance began again.
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The next morning, Han Muye left the Lynx Clan with Huang Zhihu carrying the little white fox.
Xiang Lingshuang followed behind him.
For some reason, he did not seem to be in a good mood today. He was distracted as he followed behind.
However, after walking for a short distance, Huang Zhihu and the little white fox muttered a few words, then acted like a spoiled child and let Xiang Lingshuang carry her on her shoulder as they hurried on. Xiang Lingshuang’s face once again revealed a smile.
Xiang Lingshuang carried Huang Zhihu on his shoulder. Each step he took was several feet, and his speed was extremely fast. The wind in front of them made Huang Zhihu hug the little white fox tightly and giggle.
Han Muye didn’t seem to move. He was in front of Xiang Lingshuang.
Xiang Lingshuang’s steps became faster and faster, and his steps became more and more precise, but he could not overtake him.
In just a moment, the two of them had already traveled more than a hundred miles.
“Xiaobai is right. Senior Brother Han is strong in everything.” Xiang Lingshuang muttered gloomily and slowed down.
“Senior Brother Han, why do you think these demons are killing each other?” Xiang Lingshuang looked at Han Muye and asked in a low voice.
Yesterday, he followed the Lynx Clan and watched as they wiped out the Civet Clan and snatched their bloodline back.
In Xiang Lingshuang’s opinion, they were clearly two ordinary low-level demon races. They should be helping each other.
What was the point of such small clans killing each other?
“What do you think the demons should be like?” Han Muye said calmly without turning around and looking ahead.
What should the demons be like?
Huang Zhihu tilted his head, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed her eyes.
Xiang Lingshuang shook his head and said in a low voice, “The demons of the Southern Wasteland are also constantly killing each other.”