Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

During the quiet night.

It was dark inside the tent, which cut off the outside chilliness.

Aupin laid on a mat of dead leaves and hay, covered with a thin quilt.

Prior to this, he and Violette were sleeping outside as the conditions now were much more comfortable and warm.

Waves of weakness still lingered in his body.

This was the side effect of drinking the medicine.

Even the comfortable environment, as well as physical exhaustion and weakness, did not make Aupin fall asleep.

The young man’s eyes were wide open and his eyebrows furrowed while he recalled the feeling of emptiness when he drank the medicine and immediately spat out blood.

I’m right, it’s almost exactly the same feeling! Aupin was quite certain at this moment.

Back then, when he fought with the blade spider, he was missing a dagger, so he was unable to cut the spider silk and was in a dangerous situation. But during that moment of life and death, his hands suddenly turned into sharp claws which penetrated into the spider’s body.

Aupin counterattacked, killed the blade spider, and avoided the crisis.

After that, his hands turned back to normal again while a deep, indescribable sense of emptiness was conveyed from the bottom of his heart.

These two feelings felt exactly the same.

The mechanism of the healing medicine is to condense the ice type magical powers in my body, then induce vomiting.

So, this feeling of emptiness should be the sudden huge consumption of magical power in my body.

Aupin attached great importance to this discovery because this ability to mutate contained great value.

Under their current situation, if Aupin couldn’t activate battle aura, then it would be difficult for him to exert his true strength.

If he faced a desperate situation again and could mutate his hands into sharp claws, he would undoubtedly have a trump card up his sleeves.

After all, even the Silver-rank blade spider was no match for this trump card.

So according to my current theory, when Violette treated me, she inadvertently created a shapeshift potion?

Did I also master the shapeshift of the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear?

Shapeshift potion was a kind of magic potion, made by powerful potioneers, it could even temporarily transform people into dragons.

Over the past hundreds of years, shapeshift potion was popular with the upper-class of human society.

The key figure was Duchess Amy.

The duchess was not only strong and shockingly powerful, but also fond of beauty.

She had developed thousands of shapeshift potions.

Unlike the early potioneers’ ideas for making shapeshift potions, most of the potions made by Duchess Amy were very basic.

The potion effects were subtle.

After drinking it, it could change people’s skin and hair color, or make their nose a little taller and eyes a little bigger.

Amy Shapeshift Potions had become a household name and sold all year round in the Holy Brilliance Empire. This business had also become the biggest source of profit for Amy.

Aupin recalled carefully.

He fought to the death and killed the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear. He was seriously injured and passed out several times, but he also had a blurry vision during his state of unconsciousness.

He clearly remembered a scene: Violette directly instilled bear blood into his body.

According to Violette’s explanation later on, she was in a hurry and had to make a risky attempt. Fortunately, her risk paid off!

Bear blood contains a lot of magical powers, just like the goat meat I ate. These magical powers are lurking in my body. After shapeshifting, it consumed this part of the magical power, causing me to have a strong sense of emptiness.

Of course, besides that, there is another possibility: battle aura.

This makes the situation more complicated…

During moments between life and death, perhaps I manifested my potential. In an instant, I relied on instincts to activate battle aura.

The activation of low-level magic battle aura is prohibited on this island, but the actual prohibition limit is not known. Perhaps, I have a Gold-rank cultivation, and at the critical moment, I temporarily broke through the barrier and used Gold-rank battle aura.

The important part is not the Gold-rank battle aura.

The important part is that during an extremely dangerous juncture, my bloodline was awakened!

Once a bloodline was awakened, the person’s appearance would change.

For example, a knight with a dragon bloodline would grow dragon scales on their body.

Another example is a warlock with hydra blood. After the bloodline is awakened, its round human pupils would become snake eyes.

Marquess Goldmunk of the Holy Brilliance Empire was a Sanctuary-rank powerhouse. He had been active on the battlefield in recent years and had a good reputation. Whenever he fought in a battle, battle aura filled his entire body and stimulated his bloodline awakening. This made golden lightning bolts hover around his body, his black hair would turn golden, and his hair would rise up.

Bloodline awakening was not common, even amongst powerhouses.

This was because only when the bloodline in the body reached a high concentration, was this kind of awakening possible.

If I have a Gold-rank cultivation, according to my current age, I must be extremely talented. And this kind of talent means that I have a strong bloodline! It is not surprising that the bloodline awakening happened to me.

However, tracing back to the source, my bloodline should be the golden queen bee. After my bloodline awakens, it should have the characteristics of a queen bee, so why was it a pair of sharp claws?

Maybe there are other bloodlines in my body?

This was uncertain.

Human nobles often had sinful private lives, so their bloodlines were often mixed. Also, if some bloodlines were not activated, they would stay latent forever.

So under the motivation of survival, I activated Gold-rank battle aura, and awakened a mysterious bloodline… My hands turned into sharp claws, but why are the claws the same as the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear? Is it really a coincidence?

After some thought and consideration from Aupin, he still felt that the shapeshift potion scenario was the most likely cause.

The bloodline awakening was still possible, just unlikely.

However, this brought a brand new problem to Aupin’s mind.

Is there still magical powers of the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear in my body?

Is this kind of magical power eroding my body?

The consequences of magical power erosion were very serious.

Basically, different bloodlines couldn’t coexist peacefully.

If there were two bloodlines in the body of a human nobleman, one strong and the other weak, over the cultivation and practice process, the stronger bloodline would become stronger and stronger and eventually the weaker bloodline would be driven out.

If the two bloodlines were both advanced and were unwilling to give up, it would be more troublesome. One would have to practice specific battle spirit, and pay attention to the balance of these two bloodlines. This balance could be done by focusing on one bloodline, and using the other bloodline as support. It was also possible to maintain the same strength for both bloodlines. Once the balance was broken, there would be violent conflicts between the bloodlines. The supernatural would end up hurt or dead. Bloodline determined aptitude, and aptitude was the key to mastering strength.

The human pursuit of bloodlines were always crazy.

The nobles tried their best to marry stronger bloodlines, mixing the private life of nobles. In addition to their personal desires, they wanted to create descendants of the family with excellent qualifications.

Among all of the races, the human race was best at reproduction, much better than elves and dwarves. But among the offspring of the nobles, those with outstanding aptitude were a minority.

Moreover, the more powerful an individual was, the harder it was to reproduce offspring. The cost of childbirth was also higher.

In addition to childbirth, humans also used other crooked methods.

For example, using magic, making potions, creating a living environment, trading with demons, etc., to forcibly plant higher bloodlines in the body.

It was not impossible to forcibly inject strong bloodlines as there were even many ways to succeed temporarily.

But the results were often painful.

The first was human body morphing, which produced terrifying deformities. These deformities were not only physical, but also mental. In many cases, there were symptoms of craziness, babbling, confusion, dementia, and so on.

Secondly, the stability of life was completely broken and their life span was significantly reduced.

The last was the demise of the soul.

Aupin had never heard of the use of external force to obtain bloodlines with complete success.

Bloodlines were rare and important.

Higher bloodlines brought outstanding talents. The outstanding talents trained over time would form a powerful strength.

And strength meant dominance.

The reason why human nobles were nobles, able to surpass most other races, was precisely because of such a solid foundation.

Bloodline was the cornerstone and pride of nobles!

Violette treated me and accidentally made a shapeshift potion. This shapeshift potion can make my hands mutate and turn into the claws of beasts. This means that I was mixed with an external force. The bloodline of a Monkey Tailed Brown Bear.

This inferior bloodline will pollute my own noble bloodline.

If the level of pollution is high, my practice quality will also decline as a result.

Shapeshift potions can’t be used casually.

The consequences of abuse are severe and costly.

Regardless of whether I am Silver rank or Gold rank, I am still young and have a long way to go. This is just the starting point, not the end.

If my future is dimmed because of this shapeshift potion, the losses are not worth the gain.

Bronze, Black Iron, Silver, Gold.

On top of this, there are Legendary and Sanctuary.

There are even stronger ranks above Sanctuary!

Who doesn’t want to be Legendary, Sanctuary, or even stronger?

Aupin didn’t want the blood of the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear to hinder his growth, reduce his potential, and make his bright future appear gloomy.

The feeling of emptiness I experienced is from the huge consumption of magical power. Then is the magical power of the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear exhausted?

My hands have been mutated once before, did it consume all the corresponding magical power? Is there any residual power in my body now?

Ever since then, no matter what I tried, my hands couldn’t mutate. Does this prove that the magical power in my body has been exhausted?

I drank the medicine, the strange magical power in my body condensed together and I vomited.

Is the potion made by Violette only aimed at ice magical power, or is it also effective for the magical power from the Monkey Tailed Brown Bear?

Perhaps I should expose everything, and ask Violette to help me design a targeted emetic medicine for me?

Aupin’s thoughts were mixed, he felt tired, and soon fell asleep in the tent.

Where am I? Am I dreaming?

After a while, he found himself in an open space.

In front of him was a long wooden table placed with bows and arrows. Hundreds of meters away, were three archery targets.

The wooden table was shoddy and roughly made. The target was a human figure made of straw with a round white cloth hanging on the head. The white cloth had multiple circles drawn on it and the center of the circle was filled with red-colored fuel.

This was an archery range.

There were only two people in the range.

One was Aupin, the other was a middle-aged man with a long slender beard. His slightly raised chin gave off a touch of noble pride.

Aupin recognized this middle-aged man.

This was his father, the patriarch of the Centum’pin clan.

Because Aupin’s memory loss, he lacked affection for the middle-aged man in front of him, but his memory pieces slowly emerged allowing him to learn about the close relationship between the two of them.

“My father, I followed your orders and came here,” Aupin said.

The Centum’pin Patriarch nodded slightly and said, “You have been back from the Empire capital for a few days. I have come to test your training from the Empire capital. If you can win against me, I will bestow you this fast bee.”

When Aupin heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The fast bee was a flying mount. Although it could only fly about three meters above the ground, it was valuable and rarely circulated in the market.

In the Empire, only a few nobles mastered the technique of fast bees. The Centum’pin clan was one of them.

But Aupin heard himself speak in a sad, hesitant tone, “But my father, your arm…”

Aupin suddenly understood: this scene was shortly after the battle between the The Centum’pin Patriarch and Cyanocaput.

Aupin had experienced the memory before. He knew that his father, the Centum’pin patriarch, was powerful, but his arm was cut off because of his carelessness and arrogance in the fight with Cyanocaput.

How could the Centum’pin Patriarch, who only had one arm left, shoot a bow and arrow?

The Centum’pin Patriarch didn’t seem to care. “It doesn’t matter, you shoot first.”

Aupin picked up the bow and skillfully shot the arrow, it hit the head of the target with a swish.

Perhaps Aupin was in a depressed mood, because he did not hit the center of the head.

Aupin placed the bow on the long table.

It was the Centum’pin Patriarch’s turn.

The Centum’pin Patriarch smiled slightly, then reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a hidden pocket on the inside of his clothes.

Ten long needles were densely packed in the meticulously sewed pocket.

These needles were of the same length, each of which was about the same length as an adult’s index finger. They seemed to have a crystalline texture with an off-white color, not completely transparent.

“Observe, my son.” The Centum’pin Patriarch used his index and middle fingers to draw out one of the long white crystal needles.

Then, he activated his Golden battle aura, implanting his power into the white crystal needle.

Instantly, the white crystal needle flashed with a golden glow.

The Centum’pin Patriarch lightly flicked his fingers.

Peng!

A sharp, crisp sound pierced through the air.

Aupin saw the long golden needle pass in the air, leaving behind a bright glow.

The light hit the target. There was a bang and the entire target completely shattered!

“What is this!?” Aupin opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock.

The Centum’pin Patriarch smiled and explained, “There are many types of fighting techniques, and some of them cannot be easily revealed. The world calls them secret techniques. What you see now is the secret technique handed down by our Centum’pin clan: Roar of Sharp Needle. Do you want to learn?”

“Yes! Father, please enlighten me!” Aupin yelled. His spirit was obviously lifted, sweeping away the previous depression and bleakness.

The Centum’pin Patriarch immediately handed him a long white crystal needle.

Aupin took this opportunity to take a closer look as he thought in his mind, This white crystal flying needle is unusual, it is at least Gold-rank equipment!

After that, Aupin tried many times to shoot the needle, but was unsuccessful.

“If you master the technique, there will be no errors in the process of using it. It is not surprising that you did not succeed.” The middle-aged nobleman said, “The reason for your failure is that you have too little battle aura reserve. The Roar of Sharp Needle secret technique requires a lot of battle aura. Even someone with a Gold-rank cultivation base can only shoot ten needles in a row.

“According to your current total amount of battle aura, even if you use it all, you might be able to barely shoot one needle,” the Centum’pin patriarch said.

Aupin smiled bitterly. “Father, wouldn’t it be a bit dangerous if I use this secret technique then?”

Using all of the battle aura for one needle?

If Aupin did not hit the enemy during a battle, then without the support of battle aura, Aupin would be in a tricky situation.

The smile on the Centum’pin Patriarch’s face gradually diminished and his expression turned serious.

He stared at Aupin and said, “My son, reality is always cruel. Whether it is fighting or other aspects, you will always be at risk.

“Many times, you will find that shooting one powerful needle is the wisest choice.

“It is uncomfortable to temporarily consume all of the battle aura in your body. This kind of emptiness and pain is uncomfortable, but sometimes, we have to do this.

“Don’t be afraid of risk, don’t be afraid of sacrifice!”