Chapter 302: Bloodline Traits

Su Che followed Zhenren Huaguang for over ten miles, first diving into the deep sea and then heading to the western part of Beihuang Island, where he quietly surfaced.
There were no cultivators from the Taiyi Sect at the western end of the island. By appearing in this way, as long as he was careful, he wouldn’t be detected by them.
Su Che stayed in the seawater, only his head exposed, looking up at the island. The cliff face here was extremely steep, about dozens of zhang high, sharply cut and almost vertical.
Boom…
Below the cliff, huge waves surged, crashing against the rocks, with immense tidal forces. If an ordinary sea ship were to come here, it would instantly be swept up by the waves and smashed against the cliff.
Of course, such a natural barrier meant nothing to a Golden Core cultivator—it was no different from their own bathtub and posed no threat at all.
Looking further up, a huge rock jutted out from the top of the cliff. Its front end was sharp and pointed like an eagle’s beak, as if a giant eagle were perched there, gazing at the sea, ready to take flight.
“Eagle Beak Cliff!”
Zhenren Huaguang’s gaze also fell on that cliff face, his expression deep. “Once, I meditated at the very tip of Eagle Beak Cliff for three days and gained a great deal in terms of spiritual cultivation.”
Su Che nodded silently, thinking to himself, “If meditating here for days didn’t yield any riches, what new discoveries could there possibly be today?”
“Do you have any blood-tonifying pills?” Zhenren Huaguang suddenly asked.
“Many.”
Su Che immediately took out several bottles of pills, all being Grade 5 Blood-Tonifying Spirit Pills.
The power of destruction consumed energy and blood extremely rapidly. Even with the Xumiyi Divine Seal to store energy in advance, Su Che always carried such pills with him.
Blood-tonifying pills were very common, belonging to the most ordinary and basic type of spirit pills. Grade 5 was already the best—there were hardly any higher grades.
If a cultivator lost too much blood and was in critical condition, just one Grade 5 blood-tonifying pill could replenish their energy and blood within half an hour. If they used their own true energy to accelerate the effect, recovery would be even faster.
Zhenren Huaguang took the pill and swallowed it immediately, then cut his wrist and used his true energy to make blood flow.
Sizzle…
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and soon he had sprayed quite a bit of his own blood.
Afterward, he stopped the bleeding, absorbed the pill’s effects, and replenished his energy and blood.
Two hours later, the wound on his wrist started bleeding again—he took another pill and rested…
This process repeated endlessly. During this time, in addition to taking blood-tonifying spirit pills, he also needed to consume large amounts of high-nutrition food to maintain the rapid operation of his body’s blood production mechanism.

Yet no matter how much blood was shed, once it fell into the sea, it was instantly scattered by the waves, leaving no trace. On the surface, it seemed like a madman doing something utterly irrational.
Su Che never asked a single question throughout, for he had already guessed his intention.
The ancestor of True Man Huaguang, that wealthy palace master from thousands of years ago, as the last owner of the Dao artifact “Jufu,” must be extremely familiar with its energy characteristics—perhaps even unable to forget them.
Even if True Man Huaguang’s energy characteristics differed from those of his ancestor, some of the most fundamental aspects of his bloodline would never fade.
Especially for cultivators, if they can fully unleash the advantageous traits in their bloodline, it allows their family line to endure for generations with little change in their bloodline characteristics.
In the Eagle’s Beak Cliff area, the tidal forces are strongest. True Man Huaguang’s blood could spread to the waters surrounding North Wasteland Island with the tide. Jufu, being sentient, might sense this and possibly come here on its own.
“It doesn’t matter if we can’t find it; we can find a way to make it come to us.” This was True Man Huaguang’s plan.
If one wonders how much use diluted human blood in the vast ocean could have, ordinary people would surely think it’s useless. In reality, even ordinary sharks in the ocean can detect the scent of a drop of blood from a hundred feet away, while higher-level monsters can sense blood from dozens or even hundreds of miles away.
Jufu is a top-tier Dao artifact, the embodiment of the greatest power in the cultivation world. Its spirit’s sensing abilities must be countless times more acute than those of such high-level monsters.
This method might actually work!
“I hope Jufu hasn’t forgotten its master and can sense this bloodline aura…” Su Che prayed silently.
“Don’t worry, master,” Lao He said confidently. “For just a Dao artifact, thousands of years isn’t too long. As long as it hasn’t found a new master, its longing for the old one will never fade. The spirit of an artifact is the most loyal creature in the world.”
Lao He himself was the spirit of an artifact, so he naturally had the most authority on this matter.
“I hope so,” Su Che thought.
And so, True Man Huaguang kept shedding blood, regenerating it, then shedding blood again, regenerating it once more… It seemed he would never stop unless Jufu appeared.

Doing this is surely very harmful to the body. No matter how high one’s cultivation level is or how good the elixirs are, over time, it’s impossible to endure. Yet, Su Che still didn’t stop him or try to persuade him. First, he knew this old man was extremely stubborn and no longer afraid of death, so persuasion would be useless. Second, Su Che would occasionally replenish his life force, so even if there was some damage now, as long as the man wasn’t dead, he could recover quickly. Without mentioning other things, in terms of experience with energy consumption, Su Che was definitely an expert. After dozens of attempts at destruction, within the blink of an eye, he would go through the terrifying process of exhausting and then replenishing his energy dozens of times—only Su Che could truly understand the ordeal…

Three days passed slowly. True Master Huaguang had already shed blood nearly a hundred times, yet the old man’s gaze remained firm. He even joked to Su Che, “Your life energy is truly amazing. With you here, I’m confident I can turn the entire Arctic Sea red!” Su Che could only shake his head with a bitter smile, deeply admiring the old man’s perseverance and endurance.

After a night, in the early morning, True Master Huaguang rested for a while before starting to shed blood again. But suddenly, his expression froze, as if stunned…

“What’s wrong?” Su Che was highly alert but didn’t know the reason.

Lao He was also confused. Everything within a four-hundred-zhang radius was normal, with no changes at all!

“I’m his descendant! I really am his descendant!” True Master Huaguang shouted toward Eagle Beak Cliff.

Su Che’s heart stirred. “Could it be that the Spirit Fruit of Great Wealth has indeed contacted him? It’s just that Lao He and I can’t hear it.”

“Yes, yes! He’s my ancestor! He said to place you in the Arctic Sea… I’ve been searching for you for over 300 years! Over 300 years!” True Master Huaguang was emotional, his voice almost choked with emotion. “I’m dying soon. My lifelong wish has been to see you with my own eyes… I’ve spent my whole life searching for you…”

After a dozen breaths, True Master Huaguang turned around, grabbing Su Che’s arm excitedly. “Did you hear that, Su Che? It really contacted me on its own!”

“I didn’t hear anything,” Su Che said, shaking his head. “It seems it only transmitted the message to you.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s about to appear.” True Master Huaguang was too excited, his speech losing coherence. “Just now, it asked who I was and why I had the blood traits of the Lord of Great Wealth Palace… I answered, and it’s about to appear!”

Boom…

The earth shook violently! The entire North Wasteland Island trembled.

Su Che frowned and tried to discern carefully—was this vibration caused by those from the Taiyi Gate, or was it the result of a wealthy person about to appear? According to the pattern, earthquakes caused by the Taiyi Gate occurred once every five days, so the next one should happen in about a day and a half. So, that meant…

Boom… Boom…

The intensity of the earthquake grew stronger and continued unabated.

“Get ready for battle!” Su Che said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed.

He was already certain this wasn’t the work of the Taiyi Gate members, as their earthquakes were only brief and couldn’t reach such intensity or last this long. Undoubtedly, the emergence of a wealthy person would surely disturb the people on the island, making a fierce struggle for the treasure inevitable. Moreover, it wasn’t just any treasure—it was a top-grade Dao artifact.

“Damn it!” Lao He shouted in the Immortal Prison. “Is this artifact’s spirit crazy? Can’t it just emerge quietly? Why does it have to make such a fuss?”

“Who knows,” Su Che thought. “Perhaps it’s in some special state and can only reappear this way.”

Although Huaguang Zhenren couldn’t hear Su Che and Lao He’s conversation, he also sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly. “Back in the day, our ancestors didn’t want it to run around freely, so they placed a seal on it. It must break through that seal to emerge.”

“No wonder,” Su Che nodded.

Boom… Boom…

The entire Beihuang Island was shaking violently, giving the impression that it might collapse and sink into the sea at any moment, like the end of the world.

Su Che and the others could no longer stay in the sea. They had already risen into the air, ready to face the emergence of the wealthy person and the inevitable battle that would follow.

As the earthquake intensified, the giant peak at the eastern end of the island was also shaking violently, swaying from side to side. This peak, transported from thousands of miles away, was now on the verge of complete collapse.

This was because a huge crack, dozens of miles long, over ten zhang wide, and bottomless, had appeared on the ground in the area where it stood. The peak, thousands of zhang tall and being an external object not connected to the island, would inevitably crush that area under the intense shaking.

It was very likely that the eastern part would completely separate from the island, causing the entire peak to collapse and sink into the sea.

Su Che couldn’t help but think, “Not bad. If this can thwart Taiyi Gate’s sinister plans, it would indeed be a great thing…”
The sudden massive earthquake threw the cultivators at the eastern end of the island into chaos, leaving them at a loss. For now, they didn’t realize that this earthquake wasn’t a natural disaster but rather the result of a top-tier Dao artifact about to be born.
To move such a giant peak from thousands of miles away to North Wasteland Island, there must be numerous floating magic arrays on it, enabling the entire peak to overcome gravity and float in midair.
However, it would likely take more than a day or two to fully activate those arrays, so those people surely wouldn’t have time to save the mountain.
“Let it collapse!”
Su Che said in a gloating, low voice, “Just let it fall!”