Chapter 59：

"However, the methods of detecting talents in the collateral and branch lines are not as accurate as the life-making jade, not to mention various reasons, which may cause the genius to be buried..."

Having said this, he paused for a while before continuing:

"What if there is a super genius, and the Pearl has been covered in dust for many years, and only after he has reached the Golden Bridge Realm is he discovered that his talent is amazing, but he can't change his foundation. What should we do?"

"You can't let such a talented person go. Just because of his poor background, he will be delayed for a lifetime, right?"

"Or, a collateral or branch clan, when his cultivation base was very high, made extraordinary achievements for the Chen family, and finally qualified to contact the town's secret scriptures, but it was too late, what should we do? Woolen cloth?"

"It's always impossible, you won't be rewarded for your merits, right? Wouldn't that chill people's hearts?"

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he immediately said thoughtfully:

"I understand."

"So, in response to such a situation, our Chen Clan's upper-level almighty developed a magical medicine like 'Blood of the Holy King'?"

"right!"

Chen Zhengxing nodded and said:

"The biggest role of the blood of the holy king is to help those who have fixed the foundation of their cultivation and forcibly change their foundation above the Golden Bridge Realm.

"Secondly, it is the power to purify the blood of the Holy King in the body and enhance the cultivation talent."

"Finally, it's time to increase your cultivation, such a trivial effect."

After speaking, he added:

"Of course, a drop of the blood of the Holy King costs a lot of rare heaven and earth treasures, and it has to be refined by the elders. It is extremely precious."

"Under normal circumstances, not to mention the collateral and branch clansmen, even the direct clansmen, it is very difficult to obtain a drop of the blood of the Holy King."

When Chen Qingyu heard this, he blinked:

"what about me?"

Chen Zhengxing smiled helplessly:

"You are Daozi. If you want it, there will naturally be a Taishang elder who is proficient in alchemy and will personally make it for you."

Chapter 66 Sacred Blood Inventory Chen Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

But Chen Zhengxing's voice continued:

"But as I said, this holy king's blood is of no use to you at all."

He patiently explained:

"What you have cultivated is already the secret scripture of the town clan, and changing the foundation is invalid for you."

"Not to mention, your cultivation talent, shocking the past and present, is ten times more powerful than the nine-star talent plus the innate Taoist body."

"This is enough to prove that the concentration of the blood of the holy king in your body is stronger than those of the ancestors who mutated. Even the blood of the holy king cannot purify your higher blood at all."

"As for the last point to improve the effect of cultivation..."

He shook his head and said sternly:

"Your biggest problem now is not that your cultivation is improving too slowly, but that it is too fast!"

"I agree with the patriarch, the elders and the ancestors that you have to settle down."

"Otherwise, does my Chen family have any elixir or magic medicine?"

"If you really want to quickly improve your cultivation, there are many better and more suitable options for you."

After Chen Qingyu listened, he nodded thoughtfully:

"I understand…"

It turned out that he had never heard of the name of the blood of the holy king before, it was purely because the senior officials of the Chen family thought that the magic medicine was useless to him.

But his own family knows their own affairs.

In fact, probably because he is a mixed blood, the concentration of the blood of the Holy King in his body is not high.

He had estimated at the beginning that his real talent for cultivation was around four or five stars, and the speed of his cultivation was entirely supported by the perverted supernatural power of [Nine Breaths Convinced].

In other words:

The blood purification effect of the blood of the holy king definitely has a huge improvement effect on him.

If he can obtain a drop of the blood of the Holy King, after swallowing and refining, then his terrifying cultivation speed will definitely advance again!

Thinking of this, he immediately said:

"Dad, is there any stock of the Holy King's blood in the clan now?"

Chen Zhengxing glared at him and said angrily:

"You didn't listen to what I said earlier, did you?"

"The blood of the holy king is useless to you, what do you want it for?"

Chen Qingyu blinked his eyes and whispered:

"I just want to taste this holy medicine, what does it taste like, and besides, what if it is useful to me?"

Chen Zhengxing: "…"

Good guy, do you think the rare magic medicine in this world is the candied haws sold on the street?

Can you take it for a taste?

However, he really doubted that if his son really wanted to try it, the group of Supreme Elders and the Ninth Patriarch would really agree to such a ridiculous request with a smile.

Since the Chen clan was founded, the Daozi with the most dazzling talent, it is too late for them to feel distressed, how could they refuse such a "little request"?

"It's not impossible if you really want to taste it."

Chen Zhengxing sighed helplessly:

"But I'm not in charge of the basement reserves, and I don't know if there is any inventory of the blood of the Holy King in the clan."

"Uh…"

Chen Qingyu scratched his head, then got up and said:

"Then let me ask my ancestors."

"By the way, I'm also going to ask him about the cultivation of the 'One Star Nine Shines' Secret Technique."

"Ok."

Chen Zhengxing responded, picked up the teacup again, and saw Chen Qingyu hurried away.

After a moment:

Chen Qingyu rode the auspicious clouds and landed in front of the floating temple.

But this time, without waiting for him to shout, he went straight to the floating island in the Xinghai Sea.

"Little Qingyu."

Jiuzu looked at him and said with a smile:

"How do you feel about Wu's girl?"

Chen Qingyu sat down and spread out his hands:

"not very good."

"Also, ancestor, you specially arranged such a fake clown, it's too fake."

Jiuzu's smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened:

"It's okay, it's the first time, as long as you don't hate each other."

"Furthermore, haven't you also obtained the profound meaning of 'one star and nine shining'? It's not a loss either."

Chen Qingyu pouted, and changed the subject:

"Old Ancestor, is there any blood of the Holy King left in the clan?"

"Blood of the Holy King?"

Jiuzu shook his head and said:

"have nothing left."

"The last drop of the blood of the Holy King was given to the little guy who was beaten by you."

"If you want, I will tell Little Seventeen to make ten drops specially for you."

Chen Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up:

"That's daring."

"Then how long will it take to complete the refining?"

The Nine Patriarchs heard the words and said;

"No matter how fast it is, it will take two or three years."

When Chen Qingyu heard this, he immediately shook his head:

"too long!"

After two or three years, his cultivation base does not know how high it should be.

The blood of the Holy King can purify the blood, which is equivalent to improving his cultivation talent. Of course, the sooner you get it, the better.

"You kid..."

Jiuzu smiled helplessly, pondered for a while, and suddenly said:

"In the clan, there is indeed no inventory of the blood of the holy king."

"However, I do know that there is a drop of 'Blood of the Holy King' hidden somewhere."

Chapter 67 The Gift of Thirty Thousand Years Ago

"real?"

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, his expression suddenly shook, and he asked:

"Where?"

Jiuzu said slowly:

"In the edge of the ancient country of Chenliu, in a small border town."

"A small border town?"

Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously:

"How could there be such a magical medicine as the blood of a holy king in a small border town?"

Jiuzu's eyes flickered, and he said quietly:

"The reason behind this is very complicated, and it involves a past event that has been covered in dust for many years."

"That drop of the holy king's blood has been ignored for 30,000 years."

Chen Qingyu hesitated for a moment:

"30,000 years? Does that still work?"

Jiuzu laughed dumbly:

"Then don't worry."

"The top magical medicine on the wasteland, as long as it is properly preserved, even if tens of thousands of years have passed, it will not lose its medicinal power."

"If you want it in a hurry, there is only one place where there is still the 'Blood of the Holy King'."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he immediately said loudly:

"Then it's settled."

"Ancestor, why don't you send someone to help me get it back."

Jiuzu laughed and scolded: