Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Bloodline Technique

A race has its own destiny, which comes from the number of strong individuals within the race, the population, and the accumulation in the process of reproduction.

Over long periods, the collective destiny of a race will undergo significant changes; those with a more robust destiny are naturally more favored by the World Origin, as help abounds for those who attain enlightenment.

In five hundred years, the human race on Earth has proliferated and expanded hundreds of times, spreading across various planets, with strong individuals emerging in abundance, and the destiny of the race burning brightly like a raging fire, a thousand times stronger than in the past.

Similarly, the Demon Race has also flourished, with destiny second only to the human race.

If the Otherworld were conquered, the racial destiny of the native species would plummet instantly, and the collective would begin to decline, with individual cultivation talents also waning.

In He the Sixth’s eyes, the Eternal Host Species had a flourishing destiny crucial because their individual destinies could merge and split at any time, with no fundamental differences.

It seems they are inherently one, with all Eternal Host Species in the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm originating from a single mother body, dispersed into countless segments over millions or tens of millions of years.

When these segments converge, a mighty and immense life form might be formed.

The destiny of the Eternal Host Species not only comes from the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm but also points to a distant and mysterious Otherworldly Space, unknown in plane or world.

“What divine figure is the ancestor of their race?” He the Sixth wondered.

He closed his eyes, silently reciting a mantra, connecting with his teacher, and shortly after, the segment of Eternal Host Species in his hand vanished.

Regarding stature, though he was tall on the Mother Star, he was certainly not among the tallest batch; those who stood tall were the Immortals—strong individuals nearing the Immortal Realm.

Compared to them, He the Sixth was still a head shorter, thus not burdened with the fate of the Mother Star’s life and death; such matters were beyond his reach.

Not long after, a line of text appeared in his palm: No concern, proceed as normal.

He the Sixth knew the prowess of the Immortal Realm, with every strong individual in this realm serving as a pillar sustaining destiny; if one fell, it would be a matter of celestial collapse, mourned by all.

An Immortal can create a new race or destroy an existing one, with the mere manipulation of destiny and bloodlines affecting the whole race.

Life or death can be decided even without contact.

Bloodline Technique inherently seeks to trace back to origins.

Of course, this Bloodline Technique needn’t bother attempting to sway the human race, as the backlash of such destiny would be unparalleled, severely injuring anyone who tries, and Immortals of the Otherworld won’t indulge in such futile endeavors.

“Deploy mechanical forces in a month, sweeping through alien warriors, and swiftly establish bases, preparing for interstellar expansion in the Exotic Realm.”

He the Sixth issued an order, prompting countless individuals to mobilize, while General Liu Yong commanded the transport of special machinery to clear nuclear radiation, deploying troops to re-enter the Gate of the World.

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“Oh, Uncle Wang has disappeared again, not saying goodbye to Xiaowei.”

Su Xiaowei puffed her cheeks, with two small round buns appearing as she propped up her face with her hands. She had just finished reading the message Wang Xuan left for her, learning that he had already departed.

After dinner, she sneaked into Wang Xuan’s bedroom, discovering the property’s deed, keys, and a bank account on the bed.

“I also have a house now!” Su Xiaowei sat by the bed, cheerfully opening the property deed, where the owner’s name prominently displayed was “Su Xiaowei.”

The promises Wang Xuan made were fulfilled without a single discount.

She read the words on the property deed one by one, each seeming like a surprise.

“Oh? It’s in the villa area?”

“Oh? The villa covers more than five acres, how can it be so large!”

She jumped high, almost knocking her head against the ceiling, her small mouth opening wide in rare excitement.

Jubilant, she leapt onto the bed, rolling around as little flowers bloomed exuberantly in her heart.

“Such a big, big house!”

At that moment, she really wanted to run over for a look at that villa, which belonged to her. But since it was already night and Aunt Yu Zhen was off from work, she dared not run outside.

Holding the house keys, Su Xiaowei started looking online at the money in the account Wang Xuan left. Upon checking, she found there were 1.5 million Star Yuan.

“So much money, one point five million, Xiaowei only gets eight hundred bucks of pocket money per month. Saving for a hundred years wouldn’t accumulate that, equivalent to Aunt Yu Zhen’s salary for five or six years.”

She had never seen such a large sum of money, truly a huge amount, making it feel like a dream she might suddenly wake from.

Lying in bed, she occasionally glanced at the property deed and account balance, sometimes covering herself with the quilt while laughing foolishly.

Organizing Wang Xuan’s quilt neatly, Su Xiaowei then returned to her bedroom, leading Su Qiubai to wonder as she touched her sister’s smooth cheeks to inquire.

“Why is your face so red? Are you sick? Doesn’t seem like it.”

Su Xiaowei giggled, burrowing into her quilt with muffled laughter, making sister Su Qiubai suspect her sister had turned silly.

One night passed, and Su Xiaowei opened her eyes.

“Yesterday’s events weren’t a dream.”

She dressed and washed, hurriedly heading to school, but midway she diverted away, skipping school, and headed toward the villa district near University City.

This was her first time skipping class, and she did so decisively and smoothly.

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“Hey yo! Hey yo! Hey yo!”

A group of Celestial Race men standing two to three meters tall were pushing large wooden carts transporting gold ore, each one sweating profusely, emerging from the mines.

“Hurry up!”

The overseer flicked a long whip in his hand, cracking it in the air, revitalizing the workers’ spirits lest the whip land on them, straining with effort to push the cart.

Every person bore whip marks, either scabbed or bright red, underscoring their emaciated bodies and pathetic state.

They were prisoners, slaves, doomed to spend their lives in such places, staining these blocks of gold with blood to elevate their value.

One laborer after another entered and exited, transporting ore to be smelted in the enormous furnaces, undergoing numerous processes until the gold liquid solidified into brick-sized gold bars, and then stored.

Year after year, block upon block of gold accumulated, forming a considerable wealth, though these bars were annually transported to the Imperial City, where they glorified the palaces of the Celestial Race’s strongest individuals.

“It’s not yet time for the annual transport of gold bricks; the treasury should harbor quite a number of bars, presenting my opportunity.

Though it seems the Defender here annually embezzles a fair share of gold, cumulatively forming a substantial figure.

Thus, the treasury is a minor goal; the focus should be those corrupt officials embezzling gold, pinpointing their stash locations won’t be hard.”

Wang Xuan wandered through the city and smelting workshops, his presence elusive, employing hypnosis on aliens to procure information silently.

At the City Lord’s Mansion, the territory of a Six Arms powerhouse who had guarded Golden City for over a hundred years, Wang Xuan was equipped with profound strength, but more importantly, his identity—he was the Celestial Race’s Emperor’s brother-in-law.

This very identity secured him such a lucrative post.

After hypnotizing a servant, Wang Xuan learned the City Lord would inspect the mines and smelting workshops every few days, presenting his chance.

A mile from the treasury, Wang Xuan extracted a metal detector, releasing a mechanical dragon to burrow a tunnel directly beneath the treasury, emitting special wave bands for a clear assessment of the treasury’s gold reserves.

Applying the technique, Wang Xuan pinpointed the hoarded gold location in the City Lord’s Mansion, overcoming not significant difficulties.

Facing high-tech products, the Six Arms experts of the Eight-armed Celestial King Race barely had defenses due to limited senses and unfamiliarity.

Having gauged the gold positions, Wang Xuan was prepared but still revealed a peculiar expression.

“The treasury holds approximately two tons of gold, which results from gold extraction from multiple mines, whereas the hidden gold within the City Lord’s Mansion approximates eighty tons—an immense rodent indeed.”

Today truly amazed Wang Xuan, as the treasury’s gold over a century probably totaled two to three hundred tons, yet this City Lord withheld eighty tons; factoring in expenditures, he presumably embezzled one to two hundred tons.

“Indeed, he is the brother-in-law, and splitting half with the Emperor of the Celestial Race, has amassed such wealth.”

What astonished Wang Xuan was that this City Lord in Golden City surprisingly maintained a clean reputation, seemingly not deemed corrupt.

If this doesn’t count as corruption, the officials regarded as corrupt by the public must be exceptionally brazen.

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