54 Adapt with Bloodline
"Interesting, so that Fe Cai guy has a similar aura to Xia Mei," Lu Zhen thought as he sensed the instinctual urge to kill gradually subside.
"That guy must also have a Bloodline," Lu Zhen speculated with a furrowed brow.
When he had first encountered Xia Mei, he had felt an instinctual desire to mate. This time, when he met the golden-haired guy, the same murderous instinct had welled up.
However, Lu Zhen had grown more accustomed to these emotions originating from his bloodline, allowing him to control them better.
"It seems like the Adapt skill is doing its job well," Lu Zhen thought with satisfaction. He could now almost entirely manage the urges stemming from his bloodline. As his Adapt skill continued to level up, he believed he would gain full mastery over his bloodline. When that day came, he might be able to harness the full power of the Vulgrith form without losing control of his mind.
Reflecting on this, Lu Zhen felt content that he had another card in his arsenal. He didn't consider the Vulgrith form a hidden trump card previously because it was an unstable factor. Even if he were to obtain the scroll, he wouldn't use it recklessly. The form was largely impractical. Although he could sense that in the Vulgrith form, he might hold his own against a second-stage martial artist in a direct confrontation, that was a big "if." In that form, Lu Zhen was still not fully awakened, and his mind was clouded. Even after slaughtering an entire camp, his berserk state had only been momentarily sated. However, if Lu Zhen could gain complete control over this form, it could become his second most powerful trump card, right behind Gluttony.
Thinking about this matter left him somewhat satisfied. However, he couldn't help but ponder an essential point that Yu Bai had mentioned.
"Aren't Bloodline users supposed to be rare?" Lu Zhen furrowed his brows.
Yu Bai had emphasized that Bloodline users were exceedingly uncommon. They were like hidden gems scattered throughout the vast world, most of them choosing to live reclusive lives, hidden away in remote corners, in order to control their instincts. Yet, here was Lu Zhen, who had already encountered at least two of them.
Lu Zhen wanted to discuss this with Yu Bai, but the bustling street was hardly the right place for such a conversation. He decided to leave it for later, to be discussed when they returned to the Lu estate.
As he looked at his shoulder, where Xia Mei was securely tied up in ropes and concealed with leaves, a wicked curiosity sparked in Lu Zhen's eyes.
"How does this Bloodline actually work?" he thought with an evil smirk on his face which looked like a villain's smile.
Underneath the leafy coverings, Xia Mei shivered as she felt chills at her back for some reasons she couldn't quite understand.
Lu Zhen and Yu Bai continued their journey through the bustling streets, where the cacophony of voices and the hustle and bustle of people filled the air.
"The crowd here is overwhelming," Lu Zhen thought to himself. He was greeted by a sea of people moving about, each engrossed in their own activities.
Children played gleefully on the streets, hawkers loudly advertised their wares, and lu zhen could smell the tantalising aromas wafted from nearby food stalls. Almost everyone seemed to be wearing smiles, content in their daily routines.
Since Lu Zhen had always travelled in the carriage, he had never seen the sheer intensity of people. But now, seeing the bustling street filled with people, Lu Zhen was undoubtedly shocked.
Amidst the crowd of people, Lu Zhen and Yu Bai made their way toward the Lu family estate.
However, as they continued to travel, lu zhen heard a peculiar sound.
"Myra Fangs, said to grant an ordinary person the ability to become a martial artist instantly!"
"Get it today for a discounted price of just ten gold biscuits!"
Lu Zhen's ears twitched at the mention of "Myra Fangs." He regarded the hawker with a funny expression.
Since he was already here, Lu Zhen decided to give it a try.
Lu Zhen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they turned golden. But when he gazed upon it once more, his eyes widened in shock.
"This... this can't be..." Lu Zhen thought in disbelief, rubbing his eyes and scrutinising the item again.
The same prompt appeared as he continued to examine the item.
"Let's go there, Old Bai," Lu Zhen said, as he swung his right hand pushing a person who was in front of him.
The person was angry as he was about to curse however when the person saw lu zhen his eyes tuned terrified as he took back his word with a gulp swallowing his own saliva.
"Of course, young master," Yu Bai replied as they manoeuvred through the bustling crowd toward the vendor who was lu zhen saw fro previously.
"Old Yao, you can't seriously expect people to believe this nonsense," a child chimed in, overhearing the hawker's speech as he took the ball which mistakenly was thrown in the shop.
"Hmph, what do you know, kid? Everything in my shop is authentic! You want a spanking, is that it?" Old Yao retorted, shooing away the child who had retrieved a ball near his stall.
"I don't believe your stories for a second. Do you think anyone would fall for this?" the child taunted, a smirk on his face. His teeth appeared to have gone without washing for quite some time, emitting a foul odour that filled the shop.
Old Yao considered this briefly before his smirk turned into a confident smile. Leaning closer to the child's ear, he whispered, "You'd be surprised, kid. There are more gullible people in this world than you think."
The child raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You can't be serious."
With a sly smile, Old Yao responded, "Heheheh... trust me, I am." Upon catching a whiff of the unpleasant smell, Old Yao quickly covered his nose with two fingers and exclaimed, "Get lost, you little brat! This is bad for my business."
"Alright, I'll go," the child conceded, his tone lightening. He quickly made his exit, muttering, "Kids these days."
Old Yao, still exasperated, shook his head and returned to hawking his unusual wares.
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