Chapter 644: Chapter 79: Bloodline Recognition, Shocking the Clan

The Sang Clan, the Inner Mansion that never allows outsiders to enter.

This place is where all members of the Sang Clan have come when they were young, and is also a watershed. At the age of five, if they can test positive for the inheritance of an Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, they can stay in the Inner Mansion to learn how to become an Artifact Refiner. If they do not inherit the Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, they can never enter again and can only live in the Outer Mansion.

When they grow up, if they do not have any other outstanding abilities, they can only become an ordinary steward, handling some family chores.

"This place, I came with Xuewu when we were five years old. After that, I never came again." Surveying the vaguely familiar buildings in his memory, Mu Yichen whispered beside Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge was also casually observing everything around her. She had already learned from King Sang Shun’s words that this was the gathering place for the Sang Clan Artifact Refiners.

Today is the day for her bloodline test.

Because she had already missed the initial test date, today’s test was specially prepared for her, and she was the only one undergoing assessment.

According to King Sang Shun, today is her opportunity to prove herself in front of the Sang Clan people.

As long as she reveals her bloodline inheritance, no one can say a word if she learns the Artifact Refining Technique later.

Therefore, today’s exception allows all clan members to enter the Inner Mansion to watch the test results. Of course, the Inner Mansion’s testing hall can’t possibly fit nearly a hundred thousand people, so most of those who came were clan members who inherited the bloodline talents, along with some elders with a certain seniority.

Surprisingly, one of the six Supreme Elders, who had been in seclusion in the clan land, was also sent to watch the test results.

This shows how much attention Mu Qingge’s bloodline test has attracted.

"Boss, why is it that both you and Xuewu can inherit the Sang Family’s bloodline talents, but I can’t? Is it just because I’m a man?" Mu Yichen scratched his head in confusion.

He really couldn’t figure it out!

Mu Qingge glanced at him and said calmly, "If it’s not inherited, it’s not inherited. Why dwell on it? Any bloodline talent is no match for one’s own efforts and persistence."

Mu Yichen nodded heavily and said to her, "I understand, Boss!"

At this moment, his heart was also vaguely filled with excitement. He was also eager to know what Mu Qingge’s bloodline concentration was. "When Xuewu was tested before, her bloodline concentration was at level six, which is said to be the strongest bloodline concentration in the Sang Family in nearly a hundred years."

"Bloodline concentration?" Mu Qingge murmured in confusion.

Mu Yichen nodded, raised his hand, and pointed at a distant, transparent white stone pillar, explaining to Mu Qingge, "Boss, do you see that stone pillar? I don’t know what material it’s made from, but as long as you place your hand in its base groove and squeeze out a drop of fingertip blood, it can test the concentration of bloodline talent. There are ten levels in total, but it’s said that apart from the first-generation ancestor who reached level ten, no one has achieved that in tens of thousands of years. Generally speaking, reaching level seven is already very impressive. Grandfather seems to have barely reached level seven, and mother is also at level seven. But Grandpa also mentioned that in the past ten-plus years, Mother has neglected her bloodline."

Mu Qingge looked at the pillar, also finding it quite miraculous that it could measure bloodline concentration.

She didn’t understand how her blood was any different from others’.

Stepping out of the corridor, Mu Qingge and Mu Yichen appeared in front of the crowd.

The number of people waiting here to see her test results wasn’t nearly a hundred thousand, but there were at least twenty to thirty thousand. Among them, most were young people.

"Does the Sang Clan really have so many Artifact Refiners?" Mu Qingge asked in surprise.

Mu Yichen nodded, "Those who can truly refine artifacts are about this many, but most of them can only refine Spiritual Artifacts. However, compared to those Artifact Refiners outside, the weapons refined by the Sang Clan’s people are of slightly better quality."

Mu Qingge gave a barely noticeable nod.

At this moment, their appearance had already drawn the attention of the crowd. Everyone remained silent, looking at Mu Qingge with either playful, mocking, disdainful, or reveling attitudes.

A suddenly emerged Sang Family bloodline who had missed the age for bloodline testing still wanting to see if she inherited any talent was simply laughable.

"Do you think that Mu Qingge really has our Sang Clan’s Artifact Refining bloodline?"

"Hehe, just because she’s Lan Ruo’s child, she thinks she has the bloodline? How overconfident."

"Exactly, didn’t you see that Sang Yichen, that guy, didn’t inherit Sang Lanruo’s bloodline talent either?"

"How dare you call Lan Ruo’s name directly? Aren’t you afraid the stewards from the Disciplinary Hall will catch you and punish you?"

"Heh, what’s the big deal? It’s just a matter of seniority anyway. It’s said that for the past nineteen years, she’s remained at the Treasure Level Refiner’s Realm, while not long ago, I broke through and also became a Treasure Level Refiner. Since we’re on the same level, what’s the harm in calling her by name?"

"Oh? You’ve become a Treasure Level Refiner already?"

"Of course."

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"You’re welcome, you’re welcome!"

A voice of compliments came from a certain corner.

The young disciples of the Sang Clan, regardless of their abilities, had undergone the bloodline test and were qualified to stand in the Inner Mansion, naturally feeling displeased by Mu Qingge’s sudden intrusion.

This was a typical youthful arrogance, which the elders of the family did not overly restrain.

Just like the person who had just called Sang Lanruo by name, claiming to have become a Treasure Level Artifact Refiner, he had sufficient pride among his peers.

"Sang Xingyu, have you already refined Treasure Level Weapons?" Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The crowd parted slightly, allowing Sang Zilan and Sang Ye to walk over.

"So it’s Sister Zilan!" Sang Xingyu smiled at Sang Zilan and proudly said, "Yes, I can already refine Treasure Level Weapons and have passed the family’s level assessment."

Sang Zilan’s eyes rolled, a plan forming in her mind. She waved Sang Xingyu over. The former was the Second Elder’s granddaughter, the latter an ordinary descendant of a collateral line, and their statuses were immediately apparent.

Sang Xingyu approached Sang Zilan, who whispered in his ear, "Later, after he tests, if he doesn’t have a bloodline, do this..." she murmured into Sang Xingyu’s ear for a moment.

Sang Xingyu’s expression slightly changed, asking, "What if he does have a bloodline?"

"If there is a bloodline..." Sang Zilan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "If he really has a bloodline, there’s no rush. Isn’t next month’s family Artifact Refining assessment scheduled? You can challenge him then."

"But... Sang Xuewu is his sister." Sang Xingyu was somewhat troubled. Although he spoke arrogantly, he understood that being just a collateral junior, he couldn’t provoke the direct lineage. Moreover, Sang Xuewu was now the leading figure of the young generation in the Sang Family; provoking her kin would be courting death.

"What’s the problem with Sang Xuewu?" Sang Zilan was displeased by his hesitation, glaring as she said, "She’s not truly of the Sang family; perhaps one day she won’t even want the surname Sang. What are you afraid of? Don’t forget, I’m the genuine eldest daughter of the Sang family!"

"I... I understand." Sang Xingyu could only brace himself to comply.

Seeing him cooperate obediently, Sang Zilan nodded in satisfaction. "That’s more like it."

Sang Zilan stepped back, and Sang Ye curiously asked, "Zilan, what did you ask him to do?"

Zilan sneered coldly, her gaze drifting towards Mu Qingge’s location. "Do you still remember our humiliation at the Dragon Tooth Camp? Today we’re in the Sang family; if I don’t act, wouldn’t I be letting myself down?"

"So how did you arrange it? Tell me, so I can coordinate." Sang Ye said excitedly.

Sang Zilan glanced at him before saying, "Such a minor issue doesn’t require us to intervene directly. I’ve set it up already. If the bloodline test results show he doesn’t have an Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, Sang Xingyu will incite everyone to kick him out of the Sang family. If, by chance, he has a bloodline, next month during the family competition, Sang Xingyu will challenge him. I just don’t believe he can beat Sang Xingyu, a Treasure Level Artifact Refiner."

"Zilan, that’s really smart!" Sang Ye praised in her ear.

Sang Zilan smiled triumphantly, with shades of scheming in her eyes.

"Boss!" Having arrived earlier, Mu Xuewu came to Mu Qingge’s side, glanced back at the other clan members, and said to Mu Qingge, "Grandfather asked me to lead you up."

Saying this, she turned to Mu Yichen and said, "Yichen, you find a place on your own to stay." Then she cautiously reminded, "Don’t cause trouble."

"Understood, you can go ahead." Mu Yichen nodded in agreement and stepped back a few paces.

Mu Xuewu then said to Mu Qingge, "Boss, let’s go."

Mu Qingge nodded slightly, feeling the bloodline test was rather boring internally, but understood it was a necessary procedure.

She hadn’t expected so many people to come to watch her make a fool of herself.

Yes! To make a fool of herself.

Who was Mu Qingge? With one glance, she instantly saw through all the undisguised emotions of the young Sang Clan members.

Among them, few were curious if she had a bloodline, and more hoped to see her falter.

After all, yesterday she caused quite a stir in the Sang Clan’s territory, intimidating many. If today’s test showed she was inferior to many, she’d become a laughingstock in their eyes.

As she ascended the testing platform with Mu Xuewu, King Sang Shun, along with the Second Elder and Third Elder, was already waiting there.

Mu Qingge scanned the area and found, besides the three of them, an old man whose appearance was familiar; he was one of the six Supreme Elders who appeared yesterday.

"Has the Second Elder often given you trouble?" On the way, Mu Qingge suddenly asked Mu Xuewu quietly. She hadn’t forgotten yesterday’s arrogance of the Second Elder both at the clan’s territory and in the Sang family’s main hall.

Mu Xuewu also lowered her voice, saying, "Not trouble exactly, but the Second Elder can’t tolerate sand in his eyes, and he speaks up against things he doesn’t like. His granddaughter is Sang Zilan."

Sang Zilan?

Mu Qingge recalled briefly and immediately knew who she was.

"The girl who always opposes you?" Mu Qingge asked.

Mu Xuewu nodded, "Her talent is only slightly inferior to mine. Perhaps she feels that my existence has taken everything that originally belonged to her. However, it’s all just verbal disputes, and she hasn’t done anything too out of line."

After listening to Mu Xuewu’s words, if she wasn’t deliberately hiding something, then the environment of the Sang Family seemed quite harmonious in Mu Qingge’s heart.

Small disputes are harmless; she had orchestrated a palace coup, so why would she be afraid?

But if anyone tries to play with power struggles or murder, it’s best not to provoke her. Otherwise, with her methods, the Sang Family is bound to lose a few people.

Mu Qingge looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling a sense of loneliness at the top.

It’s not arrogance, but the people standing below her are clearly not on the same level as her adversaries! They want to watch her make a fool of herself, but is her downfall so entertaining?

Retrieving her gaze, Mu Qingge had already followed Mu Xuewu to the front of the four people.

"Ge’er, you’ve come." King Sang Shun looked at her, his eyes also filled with expectation.

"Xuewu greets the Family Head, Supreme Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder," Mu Xuewu greeted each present person according to etiquette.

However, Mu Qingge did not move.

"Hmph, lacking in manners." Her attitude made the Second Elder snort coldly in dissatisfaction.

Mu Qingge just glanced at him indifferently and said to King Sang Shun, "Isn’t it time to test? Then let’s get started."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across King Sang Shun’s face. He had already expected that Mu Qingge wouldn’t give face, but he didn’t expect her not to even exchange pleasantries in front of the Supreme Elder.

"Alright, let’s begin then." Fortunately, the Supreme Elder wasn’t very concerned. He continued to look at Mu Qingge with a gentle smile.

The Supreme Elder spoke, so even if the Second Elder felt uncomfortable inside, he couldn’t say anything more.

King Sang Shun also took the opportunity to say, "Alright."

After speaking, he looked at the Third Elder, "Old Three, please."

The Third Elder smiled and said, "I’m originally responsible for the family’s younger generation testing, why say it’s a bother?"

With that, he stepped forward, came to Mu Qingge’s side, and smiled at her, "Should I call you Young Master Mu now? Or Qingge?" The two had some interactions at the Sunset Grassland, neither friendly nor hostile.

"Third Elder can call whatever you like," Mu Qingge replied calmly, with neither pride nor humility.

The Third Elder nodded appreciatively at her and said, "Come with me then." He turned and led the way, and Mu Qingge followed him towards the stone pillar that Mu Yichen had mentioned earlier.

As the two moved, the clansmen below became more agitated, each craning their necks and lifting their heads, fearing to miss any exciting moment.

"Sang Yichen, you haven’t even inherited the bloodline. Do you think that brother of yours who popped out of nowhere will have it?" Suddenly, a mocking voice came from behind Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen’s face darkened, and he turned to look at the person speaking.

In view was a face full of ridicule. He naturally knew who it was.

"Sang Xuefeng, my big brother is not someone you can mock," Mu Yichen warned in a low voice.

The person before him was a collateral relative of the Third Elder’s line. In his childhood, he often played with Mu Yichen, calling him ’young master.’ But after the talent test result came out when he was five, he never played with Mu Yichen again, and each meeting became an occasion for mockery.

"Tch! What’s so great about a bunch of guys trying to take advantage of my Sang family?" Sang Xuefeng said disdainfully.

"You’re looking for a beating!" Mu Yichen clenched his fist.

Insult him, he could tolerate it. But insulting his big brother was unacceptable!

"Think you can handle me, you loser?" Sang Xuefeng’s smile grew more mocking.

"What are you two doing?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted, breaking the tension between them.

Sang Xuefeng looked up at the newcomer, and immediately changed his expression, flatteringly saying, "Brother Xuezhi, it’s nothing. I was just talking to Yichen."

Sang Xuezhi’s eyes scanned over, seeing Mu Yichen’s gloomy face, he warned Sang Xuefeng, "Today, with the Supreme Elder present, don’t cause trouble."

"Yes, Brother Xuezhi," Sang Xuefeng replied humbly.

After nodding to Mu Yichen, Sang Xuezhi turned and left. He was also curious about why his grandfather told him not to offend Aunt Lanruo’s children yesterday, and if possible, to take care of them?

Sang Xuezhi looked towards his grandfather, the Third Elder who was leading Mu Qingge to the test, carrying his confusion.

"Hmph, count yourself lucky." Sang Xuefeng snorted coldly at Mu Yichen, also turning to leave.

Mu Yichen gritted his teeth, watching his departing back with dark eyes.

On the platform, Mu Qingge was led to the towering pillar. Indeed, she saw a small hole at the place level with her knee.

The Third Elder smiled and explained, "In the past, the family’s children came for testing at five years old. This groove was made according to the height of a five-year-old child, so it’s indeed a bit short for you."

Mu Qingge said calmly, "No problem, the Third Elder just needs to tell me what to do."

"It’s nothing complicated. Just stretch your hand in, there’s something sharp inside, use it to prick your fingertip and squeeze out a drop of fingertip blood," the Third Elder explained.

Mu Qingge nodded, indicating that she understood.

She extended her hand, crouched down, and reached into the groove.

The groove was really small, and her hand was squeezed tightly inside.

At this moment, her posture was a bit unsightly. She crouched on one knee to reach the groove that only reached her knee. This action caused a burst of laughter from the people below.

The Third Elder’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a stern gaze sweeping over, "Quiet."

When he spoke, the people below slightly restrained themselves. When he withdrew his gaze to look at Mu Qingge, he found that she was not disturbed by the laughter, her expression unchanged, as if the mocking voices weren’t directed at her.

Mu Qingge groped inside the groove, finally feeling something sharp.

Upon contact, a surge of information appeared in her mind—

[Silver Sulfur Essence, used for bloodline testing...]

Mu Qingge was surprised to find a needle-like Silver Sulfur Essence hidden under the stone pillar. Silver Sulfur Essence, she had only read about it in some miscellaneous books and had never seen it with her own eyes.

She only knew that among the Silver Sulfur Essence was a special substance that could detect the same bloodline and the concentration of that bloodline. Why this was possible, she didn’t know.

’The Sang Family people undergoing testing must still be before their bloodline awakens. I’m not sure if they know the secret about these testing pillars?’ Mu Qingge pondered in her mind.

But her hand didn’t forget to press down, letting the Silver Sulfur Essence puncture her finger, and a drop of blood dripped from her fingertip, absorbed by the Silver Sulfur Essence.

Mu Qingge withdrew her hand, stood up, and concealed it behind her back with her sleeve.

"Do you need medicine?" The Third Elder asked.

Mu Qingge shook her head. This little wound had already completely healed when she withdrew her hand.

The Third Elder nodded and didn’t insist.

"Now we just wait for the result," the Third Elder said to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge stood tall to the side, calmly waiting. In fact, she didn’t know how long it would take.

Meanwhile, the noise below gradually quieted, everyone eagerly awaiting the test results. Not only this dense crowd of clansmen but also King Sang Shun and the others.

Time slowly passed.

However, there was not the slightest reaction from the testing pillar.

Whispers began to erupt among the crowd.

"Hey? Why has there been no response for so long?"

"I remember when we tested, it didn’t take long for the result. Why is it taking so long now?"

"Heh, maybe he didn’t inherit our Sang Clan’s Artifact Refiner bloodline."

The voices of these whispers grew louder, and the tones more mocking.

The Third Elder looked at Mu Qingge, yet she remained unhurried, incredibly calm. It seemed that she was very confident in herself.

"Family Head, it seems you were mistaken this time," the Second Elder smiled slightly at King Sang Shun.

King Sang Shun’s face changed unpredictably, unable to believe this result.

If Mu Qingge hadn’t inherited the bloodline, why would she want the Sang Clan’s Artifact Refining Technique?

On the side of the Supreme Elder, there was also a face of disappointed sighs.

"Boss..." Mu Xuewu murmured, her eyes full of worry.

She was worried that without bloodline, Mu Qingge would be disappointed, would feel lost like Mu Yichen.

"Boss! Come on!" Mu Yichen clenched his fists, silently cheering for Mu Qingge.

A piercing voice reached his ears once more. "Hahaha—, I told you, the Sang Clan’s bloodline isn’t something anyone can possess. Sang Yichen is a waste, and his brother is a waste too!"

These arrogant words, without any concealment, immediately drew laughter from the crowd. The word ’waste’ drifted along the wind into Mu Qingge’s ears, prompting her to look over.

"What did you say! If you dare, say it again!" Mu Yichen was furious, ready to rush over and fight.

Sang Xuefeng was not afraid at all and said, "What can a waste like you do? Want to hit me? Can you afford the repercussions?"

"Bastard!" Mu Yichen’s eyes turned red, ready to charge.

However, the people in front blocked him, seemingly intentionally pushing him away, preventing him from getting closer.

"Yichen!" On stage, Mu Xuewu saw this scene and immediately got off the stage, squeezed through to her brother’s side. As soon as she appeared, even the Sang Clan disciples took a step back, creating distance.

They could mock Mu Yichen but dared not offend Mu Xuewu.

"Xuewu, they’re going too far!" Mu Yichen said to Mu Xuewu.

Mu Xuewu tightly pursed her lips, her gaze sweeping over those people one by one, then soothed Mu Yichen, "Calm down."

This farce, seen through Mu Qingge’s clear eyes, only brought a disdainful smile.

As this commotion unfolded, time passed, yet the testing column remained quiet.

Even Mu Qingge began to doubt if the thing was broken, her eyes sweeping over.

Previously instructed by Sang Zilan, Sang Xingyu saw the opportunity and prepared to shout, ready to expel Mu Qingge from the inner mansion.

Just as he inhaled to start speaking, the long-silent testing column suddenly changed, causing him to choke on his words, coughing uncontrollably.

Buzz—!

A faint hum came from the column.

The translucent, white column suddenly began to glow red.

This scene excited those who had expectations for Mu Qingge.

Especially King Sang Shun, he was so nervous that even his clenched fist was subtly trembling.

"He actually has a bloodline?"

"Truly unexpected, to actually possess our Sang Clan’s bloodline. But we don’t know what level the bloodline concentration will reach."

"What level? Didn’t you see it almost wasn’t detected just now? With such thin bloodline, even reaching second level is pretty good."

"Second level? I think first level is more likely."

The red glow on the column eliminated everyone’s doubts about Mu Qingge’s bloodline, yet shifted the discussion to the concentration level of her bloodline.

Sang Zilan watched the glowing column with a sullen face, grinding her teeth, "It actually has a bloodline!"

Sang Xuezhi stood silently in the corner, watching and waiting.

Seeing Mu Qingge possessing Sang Clan’s bloodline, Mu Yichen felt proud, yelling across the crowd to Sang Xuefeng, "Open your snobbish eyes and take a look at that."

Sang Xuefeng, unwilling to show weakness, replied, "You’re celebrating too early. His bloodline was almost undetectable; can first or second level bloodline boast in front of me?"

"You!" At this moment, Mu Yichen couldn’t argue, just snorted coldly, "Just wait and see."

"Ah—!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise arose from the crowd.

The reason for their cry was the dazzling red light, which suddenly surged up to the scale only fifth-level bloodline concentration could reach. Moreover, it showed no sign of stopping...

"Sixth level!"

"Seventh level!"

Every time the red light ascended a level, it drew a cry from the crowd.

"Seventh level! Seventh level!" King Sang Shun was so excited that he spoke incoherently.

Even the Supreme Elder’s eyes shifted from previous disappointment to anticipation, staring intently at the testing column. Though the red light was glaring, he was unwilling to look away.

"Congratulations, Family Head." The Second Elder clasped his hands, congratulating King Sang Shun.

King Sang Shun raised his hand to block, smiled at him and said, "Second Elder, wait until everything is over before you congratulate me."

"Eighth level!"

"It actually surged to eighth level?"

"How is this possible? Just now it was barely detectable."

"Impossible! Impossible!" Sang Xuefeng shook his head, pale with disbelief.

The position at the eighth-level scale, dazzling red light, yet leaving many feeling as if plunged into an ice cellar.

"Eighth level! How can there be an eighth-level bloodline concentration!" Sang Zilan was astonished, her face turning dark and unpleasant.

"Yeah! How could it be? Is it cheating!" Sang Ye shouted along.

Sang Zilan turned to glare at him, scolded: "You’re a pig! The Sang Clan doesn’t have anyone with eighth-level bloodline, who could he cheat with?"

"Eighth level... Eighth level..." Even the Supreme Elder was getting excited.

The Second and Third Elders were too shocked to speak.

King Sang Shun felt inexplicable emotions, muttering to himself, "Eighth level, the Sang Clan hasn’t seen bloodline concentration above seventh level for years!"

Boom—!

"Ah—!"

Just when everyone thought Mu Qingge’s bloodline concentration was at eighth level, unexpectedly, the red glow that had begun to settle suddenly surged from eighth level to ninth level, and continued straight to tenth level!

Tenth level!

Tenth level!

This was the level of bloodline concentration only possessed by the first generation ancestor of the Sang Clan!

Yet Mu Qingge, an outsider’s descendant, had bloodline concentration reaching such heights!

It was truly unimaginable!

"Heaven... Heaven’s favor! Heaven blesses our Sang Clan!" Tears streamed down the Supreme Elder’s face, his hands trembling with excitement.

King Sang Shun was already stunned, unable to move, his grandson’s talent had exceeded his estimates.

Yet, the red glow reaching tenth level did not stop, continuing forward, seemingly wanting to break free from the column’s confinement.

This scene shocked everyone, they stared with eyes wide and mouths agape.

Bang—!

Suddenly, a loud noise, the column used for testing shattered, turning to powder, and the red light vanished.

Mu Qingge, who was close by, shielded herself with her sleeve during the explosion. With a wave of her sleeve, a gust dispersed the powder around her, while nearby came the sound of the Third Elder coughing.

As the smoke cleared, the crowd remained in shock.

"What’s going on? How did the testing column break?"

The crowd began to panic.

"Quiet, everyone quiet." King Sang Shun timely stepped out to stabilize the public’s emotions.

Mu Qingge bent down, reaching into the ground powder to find a finger-length Silver Sulfur Essence. After examining it closely in her hand, she handed it to the Third Elder, "As long as the Silver Sulfur Essence is there, we can create another testing column."

"Silver Sulfur Essence! You actually know it’s Silver Sulfur Essence!" The Third Elder exclaimed.

Mu Qingge did not answer his question, she just blinked and inexplicably said, "So now, what does this mean?" The explosion of the testing pillar was beyond her expectations.

She was well aware of her own bloodline concentration. Her body had been altered by the Genetic Transformation Agent, which effectively refined her bloodline anew, so naturally, her bloodline concentration would be very high.

However, that it was off the charts was something she did not expect.

Just as she finished speaking, a few figures flashed before her eyes.

The Supreme Elder, King Sang Shun, and the Second Elder all appeared before her.

"Tell me, has your bloodline awakened once already? Only a bloodline that has awakened before can exceed the testing pillar’s limit." The Supreme Elder asked eagerly.

What! Mu Qingge’s bloodline has already awakened once?

How did he awaken?

Was it possible to awaken without being in the family?

The members of the Sang Clan were stunned, as if everything that happened to Mu Qingge was beyond their understanding.

Faced with the Supreme Elder’s inquiry, Mu Qingge only nodded.

He admitted it!

He actually admitted it!

Mu Qingge’s reaction left everyone shocked once more.

"When did you awaken, and how did you do it?" The Supreme Elder pressed on.

His expression carried excitement and urgency.

Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow and calmly said, "When I was sixteen, I noticed something different about my bloodline. I heard that introducing Abnormal Fire into the body could activate the bloodline, so I gave it a try."

Sss——!

Introducing Abnormal Fire into the body?

The members of the Sang Clan, including the Supreme Elder and the Second Elder, couldn’t help but gasp. How could they not know how dangerous it was to introduce Abnormal Fire into the body to activate a bloodline?

One would have to endure pain beyond ordinary people, and a slight misstep could reduce one to ashes by the Abnormal Fire.

"Abnormal Fire into the body! How did the boss make it through this?" Mu Xuewu was also shocked.

The members of the Sang Clan fell silent, looking at Mu Qingge with complicated expressions in their eyes.

The shock she brought was too much, continuously refreshing their understanding.

At the very least, most of them wouldn’t dare to introduce Abnormal Fire into their bodies.

"Good! Very good!" The Supreme Elder nodded with admiration and asked another question, "What level of weapons can you forge now?"

Saying this, he muttered to himself, "Without family guidance and without knowing the ancestral Artifact Refining Technique, being able to forge Spiritual Artifacts is already hard to imag..."

"Treasure Artifact."

"Uh! What...what did you say?" The Supreme Elder looked at Mu Qingge in shock.

A strange silence enveloped the stage.

On stage, except for Mu Qingge, the others were petrified.

For the first time, Mu Qingge explained her purpose, "I’ve hit a bottleneck and can’t break through to forge Divine Level Weapons. I think the Sang family’s Artifact Refining Technique might help me overcome this bottleneck."

Since she had already spoken, there was nothing to hide. Stating her purpose could also help her achieve her wish sooner.

On stage, the expressions of the petrified individuals began to crack slightly.

Off stage, those who had mocked Mu Qingge felt an urge to dig a hole and bury themselves.

Do they still have the face to laugh?

They grew up with family support, awakening their bloodlines in the safest ways, learning Artifact Refining Technique from a young age, yet how many of them had become Treasure Level Refiners?

Many young members of the Sang Clan felt their cheeks burning with shame.

Sang Xuezhi took a deep breath and sighed, "Now I understand why Grandpa told me never to offend him and to maintain good relations."

Sang Zilan looked pale, all her previous schemes now turned to nothing.

She deeply felt what it meant when faced with absolute strength, any intrigue would vanish into thin air.

"Supreme Elder, not only does Qingge have outstanding talent in artifact refining, but his cultivation talent is also remarkable. He is already a Silver Realm Third Layer expert and recently fought Ying Ze of the Ying Family and Ji Yaohua of the Ji Family on the Sunset Grassland, emerging victorious every time," the Third Elder suddenly said.

This made the Supreme Elder’s eyes light up even more, shocking the young ones of the Sang family.

Does the Sang family have another outstanding genius besides Sang Xuewu? A monstrous talent on par with the top few on the Green Talent List?

"Heavens bless my Sang Clan! Heavens bless my Sang Clan!" The Supreme Elder was ecstatic.

Mu Qingge’s gaze fell on the Third Elder, half-smiling. The Third Elder forced a smile in embarrassment and said nothing more.

"Child! You are the future of the Sang Clan!" The Supreme Elder told Mu Qingge.

The future of the Sang Clan?

Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow and said, "Supreme Elder, I think you’re mista..."

"Supreme Elder, as I recall, regardless of whether the bloodline has awakened, they can all awaken again if not through the family’s awakening method, correct?" King Sang Shun interrupted Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge knew he did it on purpose, but she didn’t continue her sentence.

However, she was quite interested in the idea of reawakening the bloodline he mentioned.

"That’s correct! You reminded me! If one can enter the clan’s land to reawaken the bloodline, I imagine their artifact refining talent would increase, and the bloodline would be more refined," the Supreme Elder, excited, had already forgotten that Mu Qingge had not finished speaking.

"If that’s the case, about this awakening..." King Sang Shun asked.

The Supreme Elder immediately said, "In three days, I’ll personally oversee this awakening!"

"Supreme Elder, you’ll personally oversee the protection?" King Sang Shun asked in surprise.

The Supreme Elder nodded resolutely and sighed, "We’ve waited so many years for such a treasure in the Sang family, there can be no mistakes; I must do it myself."

King Sang Shun showed joy and said to Mu Qingge, "Ge’er, aren’t you going to thank the Supreme Elder?"

With three days to go and needing care from the person before her, and having no grudge with him, Mu Qingge naturally wouldn’t put on a face. She clasped her hands in respect to the Supreme Elder, "Thank you, Supreme Elder."

"No need, no need, just learn the Artifact Refining Technique well, that will be thanks enough to me," the Supreme Elder said with a smile.

"Qingge will not disappoint," Mu Qingge smiled. Learning the Artifact Refining Technique was her purpose, so how could she not put her heart into it?

After the test, there was nothing more for her.

However, the disciples of the Sang Clan were unwilling to leave and remained below the stage.

Mu Qingge bade farewell to those on stage and stepped down, with Mu Xuewu and Mu Yichen immediately joining her.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The two stood on either side of her, their excitement unabated, both happy for her.

Mu Qingge acknowledged them with a slight nod.

Then, she raised her head, her clear gaze directed forward. Under her gaze, the crowd parted, creating a path before her, revealing Sang Xuefeng’s position.

He stood there pale, looking at Mu Qingge with fear, his legs trembling, cold sweat already soaking the back of his clothes.

This sight made the corner of Mu Qingge’s mouth lift slightly, as she disdainfully said, "Trash."

The word nearly caused Sang Xuefeng to fall to the ground. Facing Mu Qingge, he did not dare to retort and lost all his dignity. He didn’t even have the courage to look Mu Qingge in the eye.

This scene caused King Sang Shun and the Supreme Elder to sigh and shake their heads.

The Sang family was declining rapidly due to talents not emerging to fill the gap.

Casually withdrawing her gaze, Mu Qingge, with Mu Xuewu and Mu Yichen, turned and left. She had no interest in teaching a lesson to the likes of Sang Xuefeng.