As Darren's face dropped with extreme disappointment, Water Kylin looked up with a beaming smile on his face and said, "Ha-ha. Master, here is the bloodline."
While the beast's mouth was held open, a drop of fluid came out from it—a glittery green colored liquid.
"I think someone needs a good kick up the backside. How dare you lie to me!" Darren scolded as he realized that the beast was playing games with him. Darren felt so humiliated, and it angered him so much that he raised his hand and wanted desperately to slap it in the beast's face. But, before he could even touch Water Kylin, the latter suddenly slumped onto the ground, looking deathly pale.
Thanks to his quick reflexes, Darren immediately caught the green fluid from the Water Kylin's mouth. Seeing his miserable face laid on the ground, Darren changed his mind and didn't want to hit him anymore.
Boom! Boom!
The firm ground where they were standing started to shake violently. In the blink of an eye, Darren disappeared without a trace.
"I can't believe that you actually got the bloodline!" Fris reckoned in amazement. As soon as Darren came out of the grave, the village head appeared in front of him. He stared at Darren with a look of surprise and homage on his face.
However, when his eyes rested on the Water Kylin on Darren's shoulder, he had a complete understanding of what had actually happened. He nodded at Darren with utmost reverie and felt happy for him.
"You do have a lot of secret skills. You even have that legendary beast from the Ancient Age." Fris praised Darren and even acknowledged the Water Kylin.
"Yes, that is true. But I depend on the help of others to get the bloodline. I didn't do it alone. I guess knowing that might make you look down on me," Darren said with a disappointed look on his face, a little embarrassed of him
ng to do with the consumption of the bloodline? What will happen to my cultivation stage?" Darren asked as the idea popped out of his head at the mention of the Holy Realm.
"Yes, it does. The higher the cultivation stage you reach, the faster your bloodline will be consumed," the village head responded.
"I see. Thank you so much, sir," Darren reciprocated. After Darren expressed his gratitude to the village head, he cupped his hands together and raised them in front of his chest as a salute. He was grateful to all the help the master had offered.
"Ha-ha. You can go outside first and wait for your friends to come out," Fris suggested. After saying that, Fris waved his hand, then Darren disappeared and returned to the impoverished village.
Though Darren collected a lot of treasures from the trip, he had not gotten the most valuable treasure—the Primitive Stone. Worst was, he had no idea whether he was able to accomplish the obligation that Mathew asked him to do.
"I don't know whether Mathew's body is still in the so-called Devil Den," Darren doubted. The notion made him a bit anxious. For sure, he would be devastated if Mathew's body was not in there. That would mean one thing—he failed Matthew.