Chapter 2: I will never give up on my life!

  The road of martial arts is never closed!

  Although it's still unclear what kind of transformation the bloodline will undergo, one thing is certain: continuing on, there is at least hope, and possibly even unexpected changes.

  Blood was shed to refine the soldiers, first transformed into human form, and then melted again. Under Yan's skilled hands, the molten metal finally refined into a sharp sword about half a meter long.

  The sharp sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, with blood-colored lines, just like the flowing veins of fresh blood. With a light pluck, it vibrates like a pool of autumn water in motion, emitting a clear and pleasant ringing sound.

  "This has already exceeded the category of ordinary weapons, and even among fine weapons, it's considered above average." Yan heard the rain was most familiar with weapons, looking at the sharp sword in his hand, his pretty face couldn't hide the shock. "This is made from the most ordinary materials, but because of Qin Zheng's one drop of blood that brought about a change, if this matter were to be told, I'm afraid it would cause all the alchemists on the Divine Martial Continent to doubt, if not for me personally crafting it, even I myself wouldn't believe it."

  A drop of blood changed everything.

  Ordinary materials are refined into fine weapons, and in the refining process, the blood-colored ones become transparent, even with a strange scene of dripping blood turning into human form, all of which show that Qin Zheng's bloodline has indeed undergone a huge transformation.

  Qin's expression was slightly agitated before returning to calmness.

  "To me, this only proves that my bloodline is extraordinary, but it doesn't necessarily mean that the path of martial arts will be opened for me." Qin Zheng's mind was still on the path of martial arts.

  "That's not necessarily true. The path of martial arts cultivation, the most important thing is the martial pulse." Yan Tingyu stared at Qin Zheng and said seriously, "Your blood may be the martial pulse."

  Qin Zheng's heart skipped a beat as he heard this.

  He has thought about it too.

  Martial veins, there are many types, and it's not just the simple martial artist's dantian drawing out a spider web-like martial vein, but also many special martial veins.

  For example, the Tian Bat Wu Mai, this type of Wu Mai is not in the Dan Tian, but rather a meridian outline between the chest and abdomen that resembles a bat shape. It is the foundation for carrying the power of martial arts, and after reaching a certain level of cultivation, it can stimulate the mysteriousness within the Tian Bat Wu Mai to evolve into some kind of divine ability, such as bat wings and so on.

  There is also a similar Flame Dragon Pulse, which is the pulse hidden in the right arm bone. After cultivating it successfully, the right arm will transform into a Flame Dragon Arm and become a sharp killing tool.

  There are still many special pulse conditions like this one.

  Qin Zheng also had illusions about himself, thinking that his martial arts skills might be hidden in his bloodline, only waiting to be triggered and brought out.

  It wasn't until later, when he inquired with the high-end martial artists such as the head of the guards at the Donghai Wangfu, that he found out that although there were hidden meridians, they wouldn't hinder breaking through to a higher realm. For example, when advancing from the Fleshly Body Realm to the Forceful Martial Realm, those hidden meridians would at most make it difficult for the cultivator to discover where they were, but once their strength reached a certain level, they would naturally break through. There wasn't anyone like Qin Zheng who was unable to truly complete the breakthrough.

  Thinking of this, Qin Zheng furrowed his brow, who had originally been somewhat expectant.

  "Are you discouraged? Want to give up?" Yan Tingyu asked softly.

  "Give up?" Qin Zheng pointed at his own nose in astonishment. "I am Qin Zheng, I have never given up in my life!"

  Yan Tingyu said, "You should know that the 300th breakthrough and fall into the boundary has indeed caused a qualitative change in your bloodline, but it doesn't necessarily mean that the door to martial arts has been opened for you. Of course, maybe if you continue to cultivate, there is a chance, but it may take a thousand times, three thousand times, tens of thousands of times, or even until the end of your life, you will find it difficult to bring out your martial vein. Are you still willing to continue?"

  Qin Zheng smiled, "Listen to the rain, you should know my personality. Don't mention that there is still a glimmer of hope now, even when there was no hope at all in the beginning, I could persist for 300 times. How many years is 300 times?" He looked at the sharp sword and lightly plucked it, producing a clear and crisp sword hum, and said calmly, "I have had thoughts of giving up, been disheartened, and been decadent, but I persisted through them all. My martial arts heart has long been tempered to be unbreakable."

  "I won't persuade you to specialize in refining arms then." Yanzhiyu saw Qin Zheng being so determined and felt a bit discouraged. In her opinion, Qin Zheng's blood had such a magical effect on refining arms, maybe he was born to be an armorer. However, Qin Zheng was determined to take the path of martial arts, no matter how she guided him, he just wasn't interested in refining arms.

  "I think you can continue to induce me, but your method is not right, so I never got interested." Qin Zheng habitually touched the tip of his nose with his right index finger.

  "What's going on?" Yan Tingyu asked in confusion.

  Qin Zheng took two steps forward, arrived at the door and said: "You think about temptation, the key is on that word 'tempt', beautiful temptation, naked temptation..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Yan Tingyu pounced on him with a loud shout: "Qin... Zheng!"

  "I'm telling the truth."

  Qin Zheng left behind one sentence and ran away in a puff of smoke.

  Yan Ting listened to the rain and chased out, only to hear Qin Zheng's voice echoing, "I've been waiting for you to tempt me."

  The angry swallow listened to the rain and stomped her feet, but then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  On his way back, Qin Zheng's mood was still pretty good.

  The transformation of blood vessels has been verified.

  Although it cannot be said that it can open the door of martial arts, it is also a hope for Qin Zheng.

  The character of Qin's politics lies in this: once it has been decided, it will never let go.

  He has been thinking about the next day, continuing to work hard and strive for the 301st breakthrough.

  Entering the East Sea Royal Palace, before arriving at Yulian Hall, one could already hear the loud discussions inside Yulian Hall. Among the voices, Qin Zheng immediately recognized one of them as Qin Yi, the second son of the current East Sea King and one of the most notorious idle young masters in the Great Flame Emperor's capital, known for his arrogance and overbearing behavior.

  As soon as he entered the Yu Lian Temple, he saw Qin Yi sitting in a pavilion beside the lotus pond, wearing a brocade robe. Seven or eight servants were chattering around him, but they all shut their mouths when they saw Qin Zheng arrive.

  "You this dog slave, what have you been up to, making me, Little Wang, wait for so long?" Qin Yi glanced at Qin Zheng, not waiting for him to respond, and continued, "I, Little Wang, am magnanimous and won't bother with you, a dog slave. Remember from now on, just because your father died for my grandfather doesn't mean you think you're superior." He pointed his fan at Qin Zheng's forehead, "You are a slave, not even as good as a dog. Letting you stay in the Jade Lotus Temple is already a favor to you. Don't really think that when you see the master, you don't need to pay respects. Come, kneel down and present me with both hands the things my grandfather left for you."

  "Little Prince Wang, forgive me for being unable to comply with your orders." Qin Zheng said.

  Before his death, Old East Sea King gave Qin Zheng an iron box and told him that he must not open it until he encounters danger in the East Sea King's mansion, and he is not allowed to tell anyone about the existence of the iron box.

  As for this matter, Qin Zheng never understood it. This matter seemed extremely unreasonable, but the old East Sea King's last words were like that, and he didn't dare to take it lightly either.

  Besides, following the will is also a respect for Old Master Donghai, and it's impossible to hand it over to this prodigal son Qin Yi.

  Look at the several sharp-mouthed and beady-eyed house slaves standing beside Qin Yi, Qin Zheng estimated that it was likely that they had seen him checking if the iron box was lost when he was inspecting it earlier. Fortunately, he had already moved the iron box to a different location, so he wasn't afraid of them searching the Yulian courtyard.

  "What!" Qin Yi slammed his fan on the stone table and stood up abruptly. "You dare to disobey Little Wang's orders."

  "Qin Zheng doesn't dare, I'm just following the old master's will." Qin Zheng said calmly.

  "Don't use Lao Wangye to pressure me, I'll ask you one question, will you give it or not?" Qin Yi said coldly.

  Qin Zheng shook his head, "No way!"

  Qin Yi's handsome face turned cold and menacing, his voice sinister as he said, "Do you believe I'll beat you to death?"

  "Letter."

  "Aren't you going to give it?"

  "Not allowed!"

  Qin Zheng's answer was concise and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

  Qin Yi's anger flared up, and he said in a murderous tone: "Then I'll beat you to death."

  He said, stretching out his hand to grab a stick.

  Qin Zheng stood there motionless, calmly saying: "Young Master Wang, this is the Yulian Courtyard. If you hit me, it will inevitably alert the people outside and Master Wang will definitely find out."

  Qin Yi, who had raised his stick, gritted his teeth and didn't dare to take action. He was very clear that the current King of Donghai, who was also his father, treated Qin Zheng very well. If he were to forcefully take away something left by the old king for Qin Zheng and got caught, he would likely suffer severe punishment.

  "Go, go, you really have turned the tables." Qin Yi poked Qin Zheng's forehead with a stick, "You dog slave, remember this: I'll give you three days. If you don't voluntarily kneel before me and hand over the iron box, I'll make sure you die." He leaned in close to Qin Zheng's face, his voice cold and menacing, "I have a hundred ways to make you, a dog slave, die. You'd better think carefully."

  Qin Yi took people away, at the door, still didn't forget to turn back and raise three fingers towards Qin Zheng, "Three days, you only have three days!"

  He then left.

  Yu Lianyuan was left with only Qin Zheng inside.

  "Bang!"

  He slapped his palm on the stone table, resentful of Qin Yi at the same time, and also annoyed with himself for being so careless that someone discovered the existence of the iron box.

  Regret begets regret. The problem now is that Qin Yi, this dandy, can talk the talk but may not walk the walk. He might not dare to openly kill him, but playing some small tricks would still be effortless.

  After calming down, Qin Zheng thought of a solution.

  "Ouch, it hurts."

  A faint pain came from the palm of his right hand, Qin Zheng picked it up and looked at it, only to find that it was the wound left when he cut his palm to take a drop of blood to verify the change in his blood vessels earlier. The wound had cracked open due to his forceful slap on the stone table. He took medicine to treat it, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that a thread of fresh blood flowing from his palm had seeped into the stone table and caused the surface to emit a faint glow with words appearing vaguely.

  Qin Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then quickly closed the door of Yulian Academy, picked up the stone table and entered his own room. With his physical strength at its peak, he still had an astonishing amount of power, and carrying the stone table didn't require any effort. After closing the doors and windows, he looked at the stone table again, only to see that the characters on it had become clear. He recognized them and read: "The Nine-Colored Lotus Sutra, one of the three great martial arts classics of the Divine Martial Continent. Cultivating this sutra can break through the shackles of humanity and divinity, becoming a god alongside the sun and moon. To cultivate this sutra, one must not be concerned with the pulse of martial arts..."