In truth, it wasn’t that troublesome for Mo Qi to help Feng Liang fully awaken his bloodline.

The so-called "Sea Urchin-shaped Herbal Pill" was, in reality, just ordinary Medicinal Cuisine with a strange shape.

Aside from making Feng Liang suffer a bit, it was merely a smokescreen.

What truly did the trick were the few slaps he gave Feng Liang.

The First Transformation of the Eight Transformations of Creation, Gorging and Drinking, not only allowed Mo Qi to purify all sorts of Energy, but also to purify the bloodlines of others.

That was exactly how he had resolved the hidden dangers of Wu Bainian’s Cold Cicada Bloodline back then.

That was why Feng Liang had acted so strangely after being slapped, as he felt the abnormality in his bloodline.

As for why Mo Qi had used the branches of the Five Elements Tree as a pretext, it was partly because the ability to purify bloodlines was simply too astonishing.

If word got out that he could help people awaken their bloodlines at will, what would happen then?

He would probably never know a moment’s peace again.

On the other hand, he couldn’t just purify the bloodline of every single person he met.

There were thousands upon thousands of members in the Feng Clan. Who among them wouldn’t want to awaken their Taotie Bloodline?

This was especially true for the Feng Family’s Immortal Ancestor. Mo Qi could even see a heart-pounding fanaticism in his eyes.

’This man is definitely harboring great ambitions!’

’If the Taotie Bloodline becomes as common as dirt, what value would I, Mo Qi, still have to the Feng Family?’

’If the Immortal Ancestor possessed the means to dominate the world, would he continue to treat me well?’

’At that point, I’d probably be the first person the Feng Family would want to kill.’

Conversely, by keeping the ability to purify bloodlines firmly in his grasp and cultivating an image of it as a rare opportunity—hopeful, yet exceedingly slim—the Feng Family would only come to value him more.

This was human nature. This was how "fickle" people were!

Although the Immortal Ancestor had calmed down, waves still churned in the depths of his heart, unable to be stopped.

It had been many years since he had been this excited and expectant about something.

Although his Feng Family possessed the Taotie Bloodline, it had become so diluted it was nearly non-existent.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have fallen from the Immortal Realm to eke out a living in the Hall of Envoys.

Mo Qi’s appearance had undoubtedly shown the Immortal Ancestor a glimmer of hope.

The hope of returning to and dominating a part of the Immortal Realm!

And setting aside the family for a moment, as long as Mo Qi could help him, an Immortal, awaken the Taotie Bloodline and obtain the Taotie inheritance, then in the near future, the Immortal Realm would have one more Saint Ancestor.

Every time the two words "Saint Ancestor" came to mind, the Immortal Ancestor’s breathing would grow a bit heavier.

What a glorious title that was!

If not for the fact that he still possessed his reason, he would have loved nothing more than to grab Mo Qi right now and force him to purify his bloodline.

After a great effort, the Immortal Ancestor finally managed to suppress this urge.

He turned around and waved his sleeve at the shattered altar.

RUMBLE!

Under the unique effect of his Immortal Power, the broken stones returned to their places and the cracks vanished. The altar was soon restored to its original state.

Of course, this restoration was only superficial; the ancestral remnant souls that had dissipated from within were truly gone.

Feng Liang was still sprinting wildly around the altar, his speed increasing with no sign of stopping.

At this moment, Feng Lun walked in from outside with a group of clansmen.

There were thirteen of them in total, all young people.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, I have brought the people. These thirteen juniors are the most talented of the younger generation in Alchemy and medicine refinement."

The Immortal Ancestor nodded, then looked at Mo Qi with a smile. "Little fellow, you may begin."

"Hold on!"

Just then, an old man with white hair and a white beard, emanating the fragrance of pills, appeared before everyone.

"Greetings, Master."

The moment the old man appeared, the thirteen youths bowed in unison.

The old man ignored them and walked straight to the Immortal Ancestor, clasping his hands in a brief salute.

"Ancestor, I heard you want my disciples to learn Alchemy from a mortal?"

The old man’s name was Feng Zhang, the Feng Family’s most powerful Alchemy Master.

He was completely engrossed in the Alchemy Dao, paying no attention to outside affairs.

Therefore, he didn’t know who Mo Qi was, nor what Mo Qi had done in the past.

Even the fact that Mo Qi was from the Mortal District was something he had just learned from Feng Lun.

"Not to learn Alchemy, but to learn how to prepare Medicinal Cuisine," the Immortal Ancestor said, unbothered by Feng Zhang’s rudeness. This was normal for Feng Zhang; he treated everyone with the same attitude.

"Medicinal Cuisine?" Feng Zhang frowned, his gaze shifting to Mo Qi as he looked him up and down.

"Him? A mere mortal kid at the Vajra Realm? This is ridiculous!"

Feng Zhang was not the least bit polite, stating forcefully, "No, I do not agree!"

The Immortal Ancestor wasn’t angered. He simply moved his lips, sending a sentence to Feng Zhang via voice transmission.

Feng Zhang’s expression changed drastically. He looked with shock and disbelief at Feng Liang, who was still running wildly around the altar in the distance.

"Ancestor, is what you said true?" Feng Zhang couldn’t believe it.

As the Feng Family’s strongest Alchemy Master, he too had tried to concoct an Elixir capable of activating their bloodline, hadn’t he?

But without exception, all his attempts had failed.

He never expected that some greenhorn kid from the Mortal District would actually succeed.

’Could it be that the theory of Medicinal Cuisine, widely regarded as useless in the Elixir Realm, has actually been put into practice?!’

"You’re an Alchemy Master. Your perception is more sensitive than ours. Can’t you tell?" the Immortal Ancestor retorted.

Of course Feng Zhang could sense the surging Bloodline Power within Feng Liang, which was precisely why he was so shocked.

"Kid, can you really refine Medicinal Cuisine that awakens bloodlines?" Feng Zhang looked at Mo Qi, his tone blunt. "Come over here and refine it again in front of me!"

Mo Qi laughed. ’Who do you think you are? Does your mother know you’re this arrogant?’

For people like this, Mo Qi had only one word.

"Scram!"

Feng Zhang froze. ’He’s telling me to scram?’

As the strongest Alchemy Master in the Feng Family, even the Immortal Ancestor gave him some face.

It had been many years since anyone had dared to say the word "scram" to him.

"Kid, you dare say that again?" Feng Zhang roared.

His personality, cultivated over many years, could not tolerate being looked down upon by a mere mortal.

But Mo Qi wasn’t about to indulge him. He sneered, "What, the older you get, the more pathetic you become? Can’t you understand human speech? Scram! Get lost! Now! Immediately! Right away!"

Feng Zhang flew into a rage. A Grotto Heaven materialized behind his head, and he raised a hand to strike Mo Qi down.

He didn’t care what Mo Qi’s status was; he only knew that Mo Qi had to pay the price for his insolence.

Seeing this, the disdain on Mo Qi’s face deepened.

’An Alchemy Master obsessed with the Alchemy Dao. Although his Cultivation has reached the Void Realm, his foundation is extremely weak, and his combat methods are one-dimensional.’

’On top of that, Feng Zhang usually neglects his Cultivation and has spent years dealing with all sorts of different Spirit Herbs and Elixirs. His body is contaminated with countless chaotic energies; it’s practically a pot of rotten porridge.’

’It’s a miracle his Cultivation hasn’t regressed. And he wants to fight?’

’Heh!’

With a single thought from Mo Qi, the phantom of the Five Elements Tree appeared, rooting itself in the void, and transformed into an Incarnation Battle Armor that covered his entire body.

"Five Elements Dominating Body!"

With a blur of motion, Mo Qi didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, throwing a punch straight at Feng Zhang’s Grotto Heaven.