Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: Bloodline Inheritance
The blood-red was glaring, the stench suffocating.
Wang Sicong stared as blood spurted from the artery in his wrist. Before long, he felt his entire body begin to numb, his mind going blank, as if he was drawing closer and closer to death.
"Are you fucking insane?!" Wang Sicong glared menacingly at this so-called ’sister’ in front of him.
If he could, Wang Sicong would snatch the dagger, avoid Wang Sijing’s vital parts, and torture her to death! Once she was dead, he’d feed her body to the dogs!
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. His body had long been hollowed out by indulgence, and Wang Sijing could kill him with just a flick of her finger.
"Idiot, look at your feet." Wang Sijing said indifferently.
"My feet?"
Wang Sicong lowered his head and saw that his blood soaked into the dark brown floor, revealing dense symbols around the size of a palm. Each symbol looked peculiar, twisted, and combined with the crimson blood, they appeared terrifying.
With Wang Sicong at the center, the symbols on the floor stretched outwards like a massive spider web, and Wang Sicong felt like the prey caught in it.
"This is our Wang Family’s ancestral home, and this underground palace is the most secretive place in our family. It is said that our ancestors guard this place to protect the prosperity of the Wang Family for a hundred years. The symbols you’re seeing now form the ’Blood Summoning Array’, which can only be activated by the bloodline of our family. Here, you will receive the ancestors’ legacy."
Wang Sicong’s mouth twitched two or three times. How ridiculous did this sound? Ancestor legacy, really?
"You don’t believe it?" Wang Sijing frowned, dissatisfied with his current attitude.
"Give me a reason to believe it!" Wang Sicong shouted hoarsely, "And did you have to cut my artery? With this much blood loss, I’ll die before any legacy appears!"
Wang Sijing didn’t reply, merely looked at him apathetically, her gaze devoid of any warmth, as if she were staring at a corpse.
Wang Sicong felt his heart skip a beat, his mouth open yet unable to utter a word... He truly feared that this crazy woman would feed his corpse to the dogs, leaving him with no peace in death.
"From now on, don’t say ’fuck’ in front of me, and don’t refer to yourself as ’I’. You can try to see what happens, and I assure you, you will regret it!"
Wang Sicong quickly shut his mouth. Isn’t there a saying? Don’t argue with a madman!
"As I said before, the spirits of our Wang Family’s ancestors guard this place. Your blood has proven you are a legitimate descendant, so it’s not so easy for you to die. Now you must accept the legacy!"
Wang Sicong confusedly looked at the floor beneath him, "How do I accept it?"
"Sit cross-legged, and comprehend it yourself."
Sparing no more words, Wang Sijing turned and headed outside without looking back.
Seeing her leaving, Wang Sicong panicked, shouting, "Hey! You’re just going to leave me?!"
"I said, comprehend it yourself. You don’t have much time now, if you don’t grasp it before your blood is drained, then unfortunately, I will have someone bury your body in some random wasteland. After that, there will be no Wang Sicong in this world, no one will remember you, and no one will honor your memory. If you want to survive, you better do as I said quickly."
Wang Sicong froze for two seconds, his eyes widening, feeling death closer than ever before.
"I, I don’t want this legacy anymore! I won’t seek revenge on Lin Tian either, just take me out!" Wang Sicong shouted.
His voice echoed in the empty space, but no one answered him. Wang Sijing had already left, leaving him all alone.
Vast, dark, eerie.
Only then did Wang Sicong realize how oppressive it is to be alone in such an environment, fearing he’d go mad soon!
He shaky followed Wang Sijing’s instructions, sitting cross-legged on the floor, but as soon as he sat down, blood soaked into his pants, sticking to his skin, both sticky and cold, making it impossible to calm his mind, sensing nothing of a legacy!
...
Wang Sijing emerged from the underground palace, and upon seeing the first ray of sunlight, she suddenly stumbled, falling directly to the ground.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her forehead dripping with cold sweat, her vacant eyes losing focus, as if her soul had departed.
After a long time, Wang Sijing suddenly spat out a clot of blood, allowing her to breathe greedily. As if reborn from disaster.
Below the Wang Family’s ancestral home lay a six-layer underground palace, each layer inscribed with a Clan Protection Array, but it never harmed the Wang Family’s legitimate descendants.
Wang Sijing was in this state not because of her bloodline but because she ventured into the fifth level, passing through two deadly arrays, narrowly escaping death to retrieve a parchment scroll. Inscribed on it was a Forbidden Technique kept secret for a hundred years.
She still remembered her conversation with the old bald monk Shuqing at the Five Pure Mountains.
To refine the Golden Core, one must overcome tribulation! And her tribulation was Lin Tian!
Recalling the grudges between her and Lin Tian, she was the one who always suffered, each time surviving by the skin of her teeth, regardless of the hidden strength or that scar on her neck, each nearly fatal!
Between her and Lin Tian, only one could survive!
It was a truth Wang Sijing understood long ago. But killing that bastard was not that simple. Even the two ancestors had suffered at his hands.
This Forbidden Technique was her only hope!
Circulating Inner Strength for two minor cycles finally stabilized her body a bit.
Hiding the parchment scroll, Wang Sijing headed to the main hall; she needed to report on Wang Sicong’s situation to Mr. Wang.
But before she could see Mr. Wang, Wang Sijing first met someone she didn’t want to see now.
Who didn’t she want to see?
It seemed there was no one she wished to see.
"What are you doing here?"
The neatly dressed, handsome man was undoubtedly an object of admiration for many young maidens, married women, and older ladies. But Wang Sijing found no interest in this appearance; as good-looking as it was, he was just a mortal, no different than trash compared to Lin Tian.
Zhou Chenghang didn’t know what Wang Sijing was thinking at the moment, his face still wore a charming smile as he said, "You’re my fiancée, I missed you, so I came."
"Want to ask me out?"
"Can I? I can take you anywhere you want," Zhou Chenghang said.
"I’m busy."
"..." Hearing the expected answer, Zhou Chenghang chuckled, "Haha it’s fine. The Patriarch already invited me to stay for lunch. My dad’s here too; let’s go in. He wants to meet you."
Wang Sijing frowned slightly. Zhou Chenghang’s father was here too?
This was definitely not good news.
