Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 29

—————

This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com

—————

【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 29】

Chapter 29: Bloodline Takes Notice (1)

Kwon Myung-woo led Kwon Han-ul behind the waiting area.
“This should suffice.”
Kwon Myung-woo radiated his aura and spread a barrier. Instantly, all sound from the surroundings was completely blocked out.
Kwon Han-ul could only marvel at the appearance of this supreme technique—one that only those who had mastered aura could employ.
“You rascal. Of all things to ask for.”
“Was it a dangerous request?”
“Of course it was dangerous! Trampling on the Mei Family’s pride and asking for a tour of their home! They must be absolutely delighted!”
Kwon Myung-woo spoke loudly. Yet his tone was not one of reproach—rather, he seemed genuinely impressed.
“But that’s what it means to be Heukcheon. A truly splendid request. It’s not often one gets the chance to see the Mei Family’s homeland with their own eyes.”
Of course, the real reason was to uncover secrets using the True Asura Bloodline.
“Here, take this.”
Kwon Myung-woo held out a necklace. It was adorned with a stone the size of a thumbnail.
Remarkably, the stone glowed with rainbow hues.
“It’s called the Seven-Colored Poison Antidote Orb.”
Kwon Han-ul’s eyes widened.
It was a necklace renowned even among Legendary artifacts—capable of neutralizing nearly every poison in existence.
While not quite on par with the Thousand-Poison-Piercing Body, it still ranked among the highest tier of Legendary relics.
“Why would you give something so precious to me…?”
“Just in case. Besides, I no longer have need for it.”
His words implied that Kwon Myung-woo had achieved a state rivaling the Thousand-Poison-Piercing Body itself.
Kwon Han-ul was reminded anew that this old man was indeed the strongest of the Kwon Family.
“Well, nothing serious should happen. Anyone foolish enough to lay a hand on you would spark a war with the Kwon Family. No one in their right mind would attempt such a thing.”
Kwon Myung-woo’s eyes grew sharp.
“But caution never hurts. The Mei Family are utterly untrustworthy. There’s no telling what they might do.”
Kwon Myung-woo continued.
“Our Kwon Family has clashed with the Mei Family countless times. I commanded every single one of those battles. That’s why I know their nature better than anyone.”
Kwon Han-ul hung on his every word.
“The Mei Family will stop at nothing to surpass us Heukcheon. That’s why they sometimes resort to extreme measures.”
“Extreme measures…?”
“Poison, curses, false peace offerings followed by night raids—that sort of thing.”
Kwon Myung-woo’s expression turned grim.
“Every time, I’ve crushed them thoroughly. Yet they never learn fear—they just keep crawling back. They clearly despise being inferior to us Heukcheon that much.”
Sometimes, pride outweighs practicality in a person’s heart.
The Mei Family was precisely such a case.
“Moreover, from this day forward, you have become the martial artist the Mei Family must fear and watch most carefully.”
Being selected as the family representative meant you were destined to become a pillar of the clan someday.
Kwon Han-ul had overwhelmed one representative and defeated another through swordsmanship.
The Mei Family could not help but dread such talent and potential.
“Do you know the easiest way to prevent future troubles?”
“To nip the bud in the bud before it grows, I suppose.”
“You understand well. So you must be cautious, and cautious again.”
Kwon Han-ul felt a question stirring within him.
“Then why didn’t you stop me, sir?”
Despite such risks, Kwon Myung-woo had not dissuaded Kwon Han-ul.
He had even encouraged him further. It was incomprehensible.
“This shows you still lack awareness as a member of the Heukcheon bloodline.”
Kwon Myung-woo’s expression turned regretful.
“Boy, do you refuse to make kimchi because you fear maggots?”
My words caught in my throat.
To compare the Mei Family—a great clan that dominated China—to maggots was utterly audacious.
“We are Heukcheon. The world calls us the strongest in East Asia, but I say otherwise. Heukcheon is the strongest in the world. That is why the First Ancestor named us not the Black Dragon Family, but the Black Heaven Family.”
It was an arrogant statement, undeniably so.
“Why is the strongest the strongest? Because we always stand at the peak. Even when battered by wind and rain, even when typhoons pass, we remain standing in that position—that is why we are the strongest.”
Kwon Han-ul absorbed every word carefully.
He realized this was a teaching from Kwon Myung-woo as an elder of Heukcheon.
“If we desire something, we take it. If someone irritates us, we crush them. That is strength, and that is Heukcheon. Yet you would flee from the Mei Family’s schemes? If I found such a person, I would end them myself!”
Kwon Han-ul nodded readily. Kwon Myung-woo spoke with evident satisfaction.
“You have understood well.”
Kwon Han-ul and Kwon Myung-woo returned to the Duel Arena. The Mei Family Head greeted them warmly.
“Welcome! Then, Mei Rong, please take good care of our young guest.”
Mei Rong bowed silently. Then he spoke to Kwon Han-ul.
“Follow me.”
It seemed Mei Rong had been decided as the guide.

* * *

And so the tour of the Mei Family Compound began, accompanied by the Sword Master of the Generation.
When the tour first started, I harbored great expectations.
Upon arriving at the Kwon Family, I had obtained the arrangements left by the First Ancestor Kwon Hyun-moon thanks to my true Black Dragon Bloodline.
So I expected to gain similar arrangements left by the Mei Family’s First Ancestor.
But…
“This is where our family’s bloodline members train.”
Even as I entered the Training Ground.
“That relic calms the mind and heightens meditation efficiency.”
Even as I sought out the relics the Mei Family took pride in.
“This place contains all the recorded history of the Mei Family.”
Even in the oldest location of the Mei Family, I could not obtain any legacy left by the First Ancestor.
‘It seems not all First Ancestors leave behind such arrangements.’
It was truly disappointing.
‘Come to think of it, possessing a true Asura Bloodline didn’t grant any particularly special abilities.’
The Black Dragon Bloodline’s lower-tier bloodlines wielded Dragon Fist Technique, while the true bloodline used Dragon Horse Technique—completely different powers.
Yet the Asura Bloodline used only Asura Technique, regardless of pure or true bloodline status.
‘It was somewhat stronger, but… ultimately, it couldn’t be called truly special.’
Disappointment gradually welled up within me.
Still, it was valuable experience. I had learned that true bloodlines weren’t unconditionally superior to lower-tier bloodlines.
“Why aren’t you following?”
Mei Rong’s sharp voice called from ahead. I quickened my pace.
“No matter how I think about it, I don’t understand.”
Mei Rong suddenly spoke.
“You’re supposedly an officially invited guest, yet you ask to tour our family compound? Is it boldness, or merely a lack of thought?”
Mei Rong’s atmosphere began to shift noticeably. A cold wind seemed to blow from nowhere.
“This is the heart of our Mei Family. No matter what happens, Heukcheon cannot protect you here.”
Mei Rong tapped the hilt of his sword at his waist as he spoke.
“What if I were to kill you right here? Did you follow me knowing this?”
“If you lay a hand on me, the Kwon Family will not remain idle.”
The murder of an organization’s member was never something to overlook.
Especially not for a place as proud as the Kwon Family.
Yet Mei Rong laughed as if it were absurd.
“This world contains all manner of relics. Among them are poisons that kill a person in their sleep, and curses that block an individual’s five senses.”
This could not be dismissed as mere intimidation.
The terrifying aspect of relics lay in their infinite variety and boundless power.
“Using such relics, disposing of you without the Kwon Family’s knowledge would be trivial.”
A threat.
Mei Rong displayed neither murderous intent nor hostility. Yet an overwhelming pressure bore down upon my shoulders.
‘This is no trivial matter.’
Indeed, the Sword Master of the Generation.
Mere presence alone was lightly overwhelming Kwon Han-ul. It was the kind of aura only those who had reached such dizzying heights could possess.
A smile naturally formed on my face.
‘Yes, someone of the caliber of the Foremost Sword of the Mei Family should certainly be like this.’
In the past, I had been too busy fleeing from the strong. One misstep could have swept me away, making survival nearly impossible.
But now, now that I possessed the Black Dragon Bloodline, seeing the strong only brought me joy.
The day I would challenge them could not come soon enough.
“Why do you remain silent? Surely my words don’t sound like a jest to you?”
Displeasure tinged Mei Rong’s voice.
“How could I possibly take the words of the Foremost Sword of the Mei Family as a jest?”
“I’ve said it several times—the Foremost Sword of China.”
“Interestingly, I had a similar exchange just moments ago.”
Curiosity flickered across Mei Rong’s face.
“You’ve already had such an exchange?”
“Yes, and that person said this to me.”
I recited Kwon Myung-woo’s words without missing a single particle.
“Are you so afraid of maggots that you can’t make kimchi?”
Silence hung in the air for a moment. Then Mei Rong let out a hollow laugh.
“This is why I hate those Heukcheon bastards. Whether they’re the big ones or the small ones, their arrogance knows no bounds.”
“It was the Foremost Sword of the Mei Family who spoke harshly first.”
“The Foremost Sword of China, yes, yes… Never mind. Let’s continue the tour.”
Mei Rong resumed walking. It was as we passed by one of the buildings.
Suddenly, Kwon Han-ul asked Mei Rong a question.
“Why aren’t we viewing that building?”
“That’s the Ancestral Shrine where we honor the First Ancestor of the Mei Family. It seemed it would be tedious for an outsider to see, so I simply passed by.”
“Would it be alright if I went inside for a moment?”
“There’s nothing much to see.”
“Since we’ve come this far, shouldn’t I at least pay my respects to the First Ancestor of the Mei Family?”
That last remark was merely an excuse.
The truth was, that Ancestral Shrine had captured my attention far too much.
“Then go ahead and take a look.”
Mei Rong opened the door to the Ancestral Shrine. Kwon Han-ul stepped inside.
As he had said, there was nothing particularly special.
The interior was modest, with only the ancestral tablet enshrined within.
The only thing that stood out was…
‘What is that?’
Directly behind the tablet.
A painting of a grotesque figure with six arms hung there.
“That is the First Ancestor,” Mei Rong said, gazing at the painting of the grotesque being.
“It is said that the First Ancestor discovered the King of Asura in a Dungeon and obtained his power.”
“They say the First Ancestor discovered the King of Asura in the Dungeon and obtained his power.”
Indeed, the grotesque figure depicted in the painting possessed an appearance befitting the King of Asuras.
“When the First Ancestor passed, he instructed that anyone could claim the King of Asuras, but….”
“It seems no one was able to take it.”
“Not only that—no one even discovered where it was located.”
Mei Rong clicked his tongue with regret.
“Ah, I’ve spoken far too much. Take your time and look around.”
With that, Mei Rong closed the door.
Thanks to this, Kwon Han-ul could examine the painting without restraint.
“Hmm….”
Kwon Han-ul reached his hand toward the painting. The moment his fingers made contact, the grotesque figure in the painting opened its eyes.
【The Asura King recognizes the true Asura Bloodline.】

—————

This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com

—————