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Chapter 446: 394: A New Path to Body Refining?

Therefore, the strong ones in this world, while strengthening their bodies, also refine their bloodlines. Among their descendants, those who inherit the purest martial artist bloodlines have the best talent, and the accomplishments they can achieve in the future are even higher.

“The Way of Bloodline?” Pei Xuanjing mumbled these words, his eyes flickered, and some thoughts emerged in his heart.

In Pei Xuanjing’s former world, or the world in Great Ming, there is a phrase which reads: Every lord, king, general, prefers to have offspring.

But these records and myths of this world and what he is witnessing now all prove one point: this is a world where ‘king-lords’ prefer to have offspring.

The stronger the bloodline a strong being possesses, the higher the chance of producing offspring with strength.

To put it bluntly, an ordinary person, without opportunity, would be inferior to others in terms of innate talent right from birth.

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly, he did not like this kind of world.

However, this method of bloodline doesn’t necessarily mean it doesn’t provide a great deal of insight for him.

In the original cultivation method of the Great Ming World, the richness of a Mortal Realm martial artist’s Blood Qi does have some association with their level of refinement. But after progressing to the Spirit Realm, the Dao of Refining Foundation focuses on refining the apertures, whereas the Dao of Qi Refining emphasizes drawing on the limitless Primordial Qi to move the Heavenly Earthly Force. Interest in Blood Qi gradually declines, and eventually gets abandoned, rendering it useless.

“But what if I can apply this pure bloodline techniques to condense my own Blood Qi?” Pei Xuanjing proposed brazenly in his heart.

The original idea of refining apertures is a way to develop the body. The growth of one’s own Blood Qi is merely an instinct that grows as the body does, with much less focus.

If I can apply this technique of pure bloodline to refine my own Blood Qi, could this suggest that I can become even more powerful?

Once the idea was set, Pei Xuanjing naturally began to boldly experiment.

Half a year later, Pei Xuanjing emerged from seclusion and followed Blue King to a region outside the Border City. That place was going to be where the grand competition between the human race and the demonic beast was held.

A building similar to the ancient Roman Gladiator Arena stood there, surrounded by a grandiose style of giant stone seats that surrounded dozens of miles.

In the center was a gigantic arena featuring countless traces and black and red stains, presumably left by dried blood. This was where the grand competition between the human race and the demonic beast was held.

“This, is the arena where our human race and the demon race fight!” Blue King introduced to Pei Xuanjing.

With a serious look on his face, he said, “On the stage, there are no rules for the powerful warriors of both races to duel, and the one who survives is the victor. The loser can’t even preserve his corpse.”

It’s simple, brutal, with no clear rules, only full of sheer survival of the fittest, survival of the most adaptable.

If they’re not of the same race, their hearts will be different.

Between races, there isn’t much civility or humility, only collisions of strength against strength. Only the strongest race has the right to dominate everything and set the rules.

The weak, have only compliance and submission!

“I understand!” After a moment, Pei Xuanjing understood the conflict between the human race and the demon race in this world more clearly.

Being a member of the human race, even in this world where he is an incarnate, he detests seeing humans falling prey to demonic beasts.

Soon after the humans arrived, the demonic beasts also arrived, and the two distinct sides occupied half of the area each.

Once both parties arrived, without much talking, they each sent out participants to the field.

In such a big competition, common soldiers or centurions have no qualification to participate, only thousand leaders, military generals and king-lords could act.

According to the agreement, each race sends a different number of powerful warriors from each realm to compete. The race that wins the most victories in the end would be crowned victorious in this century’s grand competition.

Of course, different realms represented different values in the competition. For instance, the competition among Thousand Leader level had up to a thousand fights, but accounted for only one-sixth of the competition’s outcome. The generals level had a hundred fights but accounted for one-third of the outcome. As for the decisive victories, they were the king-lords’ ten fights.

This calculation for the competition might sound complex, but it is actually very simple. Because this arena is essentially an artefact, and the victory or defeat of the competitions between the humans and the demons is decided by the artefact. It’s very fair and every fight’s outcome can be clearly seen.

Pei Xuanjing sat high in a stone chair, his face cold and expression calm. He watched impassively as the human and demon race fought on the stage, utterly unsettled.

Thousand Leader level human warriors confront Great Demons. Such Great Demons already possess significant intelligence and, coupled with the Demon Race’s unique talents, each one is not easy to deal with.

In Pei Xuanjing’s simulated life experience, he perished at the hands of such a Great Demon.

All eyes from the human race and the demon race were fixed on the fights on stage; it concerned the fate of their race for the next hundred years. No one dared to take it lightly, not even the human king-lords or the demon kings.

The grand competition between the human race and the demon race has always been the fiercest fight. It doesn’t have victories or defeats, only life or death. Every member of the human race and the demon race who stepped onto the stage either killed their opponent or was killed by their opponent. There was no third option.

So, from the very first fight, even if it was only a Thousand Leader level battle, it was awfully brutal. The losing human warriors were swallowed up by the brutal demons, leaving no corpse behind. The defeated Great Demons were dismembered by the humans, their essences refined, their flesh and blood consumed.

In the ten-day fight, the competition among the Thousand Leader level and generals had ended. The human race was definitely ahead, and was leading slightly.

But no one dared to take light of it, because the final outcome was still to be decided by the king-lords of the human race and the demon kings.

The first human king-lord to go into battle was of average strength, but unexpectedly, this king-lord was directly defeated and ended up dead, causing the morale of the human camp to plummet.

Therefore, in order to boost the morale, the human race sent out the Xuan King. Originally, everyone had high hopes for this powerful king-lord, but they didn’t expect the demon race to send out the Tiger Clan Demon King who directly killed him with his formidable strength, leading the king-lords to lose the second battle as well.

Two consecutive defeats at the beginning of the king-lord battles. This undoubtedly cast a shadow over all of the human race.

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly and said to Blue King, “Let me take the third battle!”