Chapter 556: Chapter 305: Fox Mountain’s Precision Casting Molds, the Miserable Dragon Hook Holy Land (Part 2)

Today, accompanying him to look at the documents, was only the mask of Marquis Qing Yue.

This mask eagerly brought out the "secret manual" left by its former owner, offering it to Bai Mo with excitement, wanting Bai Mo to take a look.

"Let me see what this is..."

[... I realize I may have misunderstood the group of princes...]

[... I always thought Prince Beiluo was purely a breeding machine, a disgrace and oddity among princes...]

[... But recently I discovered, almost all princes are breeding machines...]

Huh?

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

He continued reading.

[... The bloodlines of princes seem to possess certain peculiarities. If their children can inherit the prince’s bloodline, they will reap great benefits.]

[But this bloodline is extremely difficult to pass down, and even if it is inherited, the purity of the bloodline is often not guaranteed.]

[Ninety percent of their offspring have a bloodline purity of less than ten percent.]

[Offspring with a bloodline purity of over fifty percent are extremely rare, one in a thousand.]

[In general, the higher the purity of the bloodline in their offspring, the rarer and more precious they are.]

Bai Mo held the stone slab, stroking the engravings with intrigue.

Prince bloodlines have such hidden secrets?

No wonder Prince Beiluo is like a little teddy bear, planting seeds everywhere, having children every day.

The Bronze Mask hovered beside him, bringing Bai Mo a second stone slab.

[Offspring with a purity of seventy percent can become indispensable pillars in the Holy Land.]

[Offspring with a purity of eighty percent can become high-ranking officials in the Holy Land.]

[Offspring with a purity of ninety percent can enter the power center of the Holy Land.]

[Offspring with a purity of one hundred percent can be cultivated as the next prince.]

[One of the most important tasks for each prince is to produce at least one offspring with a purity of one hundred percent.]

[If they can do that, even if they’ve lived a life of mediocrity, indulging in pleasure and excess, on their journey to the Yellow Springs, they can stand tall before their ancestors.]

[If they can’t, even if they’ve strived diligently all their life, expanding territories and achieving great martial deeds, they will face their ancestors with shame when descending to the Yellow Springs.]

Bai Mo clicked his tongue in amazement.

The Holy Land of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty so heavily emphasizes bloodline theories?

Just how powerful is this so-called prince’s bloodline?

"Ying ying ying!"

Suddenly, Snow Exploration Claw excitedly ran over with its carved gear mold to show its master.

Bai Mo took a glance and immediately frowned.

"Your gear mold... is it in an... oval shape?

"Each tooth, its length and size are also different.

"This kind of gear is unusable."

Snow Exploration Claw looked at its mold, checking left and right, it seemed... the master was right.

Bai Mo patted its head.

"No rush, go practice some more!

"We have plenty of Gray Star Oak in the warehouse, and there are more growing in the herb field, just take your time practicing."

Snow Exploration Claw lowered its ears, rubbing its head against the master’s hand.

"Aw!"

With a response, it ran back to its circle to continue practicing.

"Ying ying ying!"

And here comes Little Flower Arm, presenting its carved crankshaft rod mold to the master.

Bai Mo glanced at it, finding it not quite right either.

"This... its length, thickness, and shape are all a bit different from the sample.

"Uh, practice a bit more!"

He patted the disciple’s head.

"Ying!"

Responding, Little Flower Arm leaned forward to rub against the master, then ran back to its circle.

Bai Mo scanned the main hall, noticing that the disciples’ work seemed not quite up to par.

They obviously had top-notch eyesight, paw strength, precision, and coordination, but just couldn’t bring it out, couldn’t perform well.

"Maybe they need a bit more practice."

On further thought, the disciples had just started, it’s normal not to get it right.

Getting it right immediately would be unusual.

Bai Mo clicked his tongue, continuing to read the next document brought by the Bronze Mask.

[The specific abilities of prince bloodlines are secrets of each Holy Land, never to be passed on.]

[If there’s a leak, the Holy Land would pursue them for thousands of miles, slaughter cities and annihilate kingdoms to guard this secret.]

[But there is a group of Fallen Immortals who specialize in studying the prince bloodlines of the Holy Land, specifically stealing various bloodline heirs to research.]

[They might be the ones most knowledgeable about prince bloodlines within the Nine Kingdoms and outside the Holy Land!]

The Fallen Immortals mentioned by Marquis Qing Yue here should be those before the Great Catastrophe, before they were corrupted.

"But these guys... were they this wild even before they were corrupted?

"Specializing in stealing various prince bloodlines?

"A specialist at poking a tiger’s backside?

"So fierce?"

Bai Mo clicked his tongue in admiration.

...

Amidst the ruins, broken walls and debris lay scattered.

Ye Han lay in between the shattered walls, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, his body still trembling uncontrollably, but life was indeed saved.

"Hu... Hu..."

The Ancient Immortal sitting nearby on the broken wall wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It’s okay now, it’s okay, Master has saved you!

"That was really damn close!

"You mustn’t die!

"If something happened to you, the bloodline of the Dragon Hook Holy Land would be cut off!"

Ye Han asked weakly.

"Master, are you very familiar with my bloodline?"

The Ancient Immortal nodded.

"Absolutely!

"In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, I was already very familiar with your bloodline.

"In this era, I can only say... the most familiar.

"No one understands the Dragon Hook bloodline better than I do!"

...

Bai Mo continued reading the documents.

[There was once a Dragon Hook Holy Land in the Talisman Kingdom, where the contemporary prince did not possess a complete bloodline, only ninety percent, putting the entire holy land at a disadvantage.]

[Fallen Immortals came ceaselessly to steal the bloodline offspring.]

[The most arrogant among them even managed to steal away offspring with eighty percent Dragon Hook bloodline.]

[The prince was furious and built eight hundred and twenty-one Bronze Towers in the holy land, keeping the lights on day and night, with experts guarding at all times, specifically to prevent these Fallen Immortals from stealing the bloodline.]

...

In the midst of the ruins.

The Red Ink Ancient Immortal looked up at the sky, his tone filled with nostalgia, as if recalling the vicissitudes of the past.

"I told you before, I am not of the Dragon Hook Holy Land, nor do I have the Dragon Hook bloodline.

"But I had a deep friendship with your Dragon Hook Holy Land ancestors!

"At that time, to welcome me, your ancestor specifically built eight hundred and twenty-one Bronze Towers in the holy land, with lights on day and night."

Ye Han listened in a daze, his mind filled with awe.

To welcome Master, the ancestors built eight hundred and twenty-one Bronze Towers?

In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, what caliber of etiquette would this be?

The Ancient Immortal continued.

"Thousands of years later, you becoming my disciple is truly a divine fate!

"Aside from me, no one can understand your bloodline again.

"I can also take care of the descendants of my old friend, ensuring the bloodline does not die out.

"Hahaha, it’s fate, it’s fate!"

Ye Han nodded, growing more grateful to his master.

Thinking it’s fortunate to have this relationship, otherwise, Master probably wouldn’t have risked so much to save him.

...

In the great hall, Bai Mo clicked his tongue in amazement and continued reading the documents.

[Rumors in the streets said a Fallen Immortal once stole thirty-seven offspring from the Dragon Hook Holy Land, conducting cruel experiments on them. The souls of the unjustly killed thirty-seven haunted the contemporary prince in dreams.]

[The Fallen Immortal went to the Dragon Hook Holy Land again to steal the thirty-eighth bloodline offspring but was caught by the contemporary prince.]

[The Fallen Immortal, unable to defeat the prince, fled three thousand miles, bleeding for three thousand miles, and at the last moment, escaped using the secret technique of the stolen Dragon Hook bloodline.]

[The contemporary prince of Dragon Hook wept on the spot, feeling ashamed in front of the ancestors, his Dao heart shattered, and after returning to the holy land, he fell gravely ill, bedridden for three years, and passed away.]

Seeing this, Bai Mo was directly shocked, not knowing what to say.

This Dragon Hook Holy Land, how could one describe it with just the word "tragic"!

...

Amidst the broken walls and debris.

The Red Ink Ancient Immortal continued to boast.

"In those days, your ancestor and I were as close as brothers.

"Once visiting the Dragon Hook Holy Land, when leaving, your ancestor couldn’t bear to see me go and accompanied me for three thousand miles.

"However, sending a friend off a thousand miles, parting was inevitable. At the moment of farewell, your ancestor wept on the spot, his cries moving heaven and earth."

Lying beneath the Red Ink Ancient Immortal’s feet, Ye Han listened, entranced.

"The waters of Peach Blossom Pool are a thousand feet deep, but they are not as deep as the friendship Wang Lun gave me.

"Master and the ancestors shared such a bond, didn’t they?

"Ah, to meet Master thousands of years later and to have the fortune of being the disciple of my ancestors’ friend, I am truly fortunate!"

The Red Ink Ancient Immortal nodded.

"Yes, both you and I, master and disciple, are indeed fortunate!"