Chapter 6: The Supremacy of Bloodline
On the cliffside
"Rank 96 Titled Douluo… such strength, coupled with the sharp aura you exude… If I'm not mistaken, you must be the renowned Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, the master of swordsmanship in the soul master world." Ye Cheng gazed at the white haired elder before him, his eyes calm and emotionless, his tone utterly indifferent.
"You are correct. That is indeed me," Sword Douluo replied.
Seeing that Ye Cheng had recognized him at first glance, Chen Xin was not surprised in the slightest. He frankly admitted his identity.
"I've heard much about you."
Ye Cheng nodded slightly, offering a polite formality before continuing, "Judging by your demeanor, it's clear you've been waiting here for quite some time. Speak plainly what do you want?"
"I have come at the request of your father, to invite you to return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a meeting," Sword Douluo said as he stroked his beard.
Although his true objective was to have Ye Cheng formally acknowledge his lineage, he knew he couldn't bring that up so bluntly.
After all, Ye Cheng was no longer an ordinary soul master he had reached the very peak of the soul master world!
And no one understood the meaning of Ultimate Douluo better than Sword Douluo himself.
His own father, a Rank 97 Titled Douluo, had perished at the hands of an Ultimate Douluo.
Before dying, his father had warned him
"After Rank 95, every level a Titled Douluo advances dramatically changes their strength. And those who reach Ultimate Douluo… are already half gods."
For ordinary Titled Douluo, facing an Ultimate Douluo was suicide they wouldn't last a single move.
At this level, numbers became meaningless.
Only someone of equal rank could contend with an Ultimate Douluo!
So, despite being an elder soul master, Sword Douluo did not dare to act superior before Ye Cheng.
Instead, he spoke to him as an equal, his tone incredibly polite.
"Father?"
Hearing Sword Douluo utter that word himself, Ye Cheng's expression became… peculiar.
To him, the word "father" felt like a concept from a lifetime ago.
Back on Earth, in his previous life, he had been born into a loving family.
His parents were both present, and he had a brother and three sisters.
As the youngest child, he had grown up cherished and spoiled by everyone around him.
Then, after his untimely death, he was reborn into this world.
Here, he had only a mother his father was nowhere to be found.
At the age of six, his family was destroyed.
He wandered alone, struggling to survive in this foreign world.
Being a powerless commoner, he was frequently oppressed by nobles and soul masters.
He had been forced to bow his head, to compromise just to stay alive.
Yet not once had he ever thought of seeking out his so called father.
Just the fact that this man had done nothing when his mother died was enough for Ye Cheng to loathe him.
As far as Ye Cheng was concerned his so called father was nothing more than a heartless scumbag!
It was understandable for a man to be lustful.
But to play with a woman's feelings and abandon her afterward that was unforgivable.
The sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect one of the top three sects on the continent couldn't even afford to care for a woman?
He couldn't even protect a small family?
Ye Cheng didn't care if Ning Fengzhi had personal concerns or if there were hidden circumstances.
All he remembered was the grief and resentment on his mother's face whenever she mentioned him.
She had been a woman deceived and abandoned by a heartless man.
And now?
Now that his long lost son had become powerful, this so called father couldn't wait to reconnect?
Where the hell was he all these years?!
"Father? I don't recall ever having one."
Ye Cheng shook his head, his tone ice cold, the disdain in his expression unmistakable.
"As for 'returning' to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect…? That's even more ridiculous. When was I ever a member of your sect?"
Hearing this, Sword Douluo's eager expression froze.
Though irritated, he forced himself to remain calm and replied patiently, "Child, I know you have suffered much… but blood is thicker than water. No matter what, you carry the noble Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bloodline that is an undeniable fact."
"You may deny anyone, but you cannot deny your own bloodline!"
At this moment, Sword Douluo's aura became imposing.
He now carried himself like a stern elder, looking at Ye Cheng as though he were a rebellious youth.
And in terms of blood ties, he wasn't wrong.
As Ning Fengzhi's son, Ye Cheng was technically Sword Douluo's junior.
Regardless of Ye Cheng's personal wishes, his bloodline and inherited Martial Soul permanently linked him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Unless he officially declared his independence and formed his own faction, anyone who sought to harm the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would have to think twice lest they provoke an Ultimate Douluo.
This was a world where bloodline and inheritance dictated destiny.
To most people, one's birth determined their potential.
Your achievements in life were dictated by the Martial Soul you inherited.
And in the eyes of the world
Ye Cheng's rise to Ultimate Douluo was not due to his own effort.
It was purely because of his "superior bloodline" from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
That was why Sword Douluo found Ye Cheng's dismissal of the sect so offensive.
Without the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's genes, he thought, Ye Cheng would have been nothing more than a mediocre soul master at best.
Could he have reached this level with his mother's Flying Rainbow Sword alone?
Ridiculous!
From this perspective, Sword Douluo's logic wasn't entirely wrong.
In this world, a person's bloodline did determine their talent and limits.
If both parents had weak Martial Souls, their child would almost certainly inherit a weak Martial Soul.
Unless a miraculous mutation occurred which was exceedingly rare a child's potential was predetermined at birth.
So in this world, the belief in bloodline supremacy wasn't entirely false.
But Ye Cheng didn't care.
Watching Sword Douluo act so high and mighty, lecturing him as if he were some elder imparting wisdom…
Ye Cheng felt his anger rise.
Are you serious right now?
I called you 'senior' once, and now you really think you're above me?
His brows furrowed slightly.
The atmosphere grew heavy, suffused with his growing irritation.
Sword Douluo immediately sensed the shift and swallowed his next words.
'I still lack proper control over my emotions.'
'A true, tempered powerhouse would never be angered by mere words.'
'I still have a long way to go…'
Ye Cheng realized that his mentality wasn't stable.
After obtaining godlike power, his ego had swelled despite his attempts to suppress it.
Before, he never would have been so easily provoked.
Yet now just because of a few words, he had felt the urge to beat Sword Douluo to a pulp.
That was not normal.
Clearly, his mentality was unbalanced.
His strength had skyrocketed, but his mindset had not caught up.
If he didn't correct this, he would eventually face disaster.
(End of Chapter)
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