Chapter 50: Using One’s Own Blood
“If that person is truly willing, perhaps she could restore your bloodline.”
These words brought hope to everyone present.
“That’s wonderful! Let’s hurry and find that vessel so she can return our bloodline to us!” Ying Nanxi said eagerly.
“Vessel?” Ying Tianqi glared at Ying Nanxi. “Calling her a ‘vessel’ so casually—doesn’t she have a name?”
No one replied.
The truth was, she indeed had no name.
She had been chosen from birth, so how could she have a name?
An elder spoke up, “Based on her age, she would be of the same generation as Nanxi and the others. Her name should also contain the character ‘Nan’. For the remaining character, why not have our revered ancestor bestow one upon her to show respect?”
The implication was clear—she had no name, but now they could give her one.
Ying Tianxin understood the elder’s suggestion and sighed. “Then let’s give her the name Zhao.”
“Zhao, meaning brightness and hope—what a fitting name. But Nanzhao’s whereabouts are currently unknown. Where should we start looking?”
In truth, everyone understood that she was most likely in that small courtyard, but they dared not barge in recklessly.
Ying Tianxin understood this as well and suddenly asked, “Didn’t you say that you treated Nanzhao’s parents and siblings well? Where are they now?”
Although Nanzhao bore resentment towards them, surely she wouldn’t turn her back on her parents.
However, Ying Tianxin didn’t realize that the Nanzhao he spoke of was born with a demonic heart and demonic bones. Such a person, to put it bluntly, rarely has a conscience.
What is a conscience? People like her wouldn’t understand; she’s an outright ingrate.
Though, this also had much to do with her environment.
After all, someone born with a demonic heart and demonic bones was often shunned by those around them, even hunted down under the guise of “eliminating danger in its cradle.”
Growing up in such an environment, it would be hard not to be affected negatively.
Naturally, this was also because those with a demonic heart and demonic bones were more susceptible to external influences.
Simply put, their moral boundaries were lower.
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What the Ying family didn’t realize was that every word and action they just displayed was being live-streamed into the small courtyard where Ying Tong resided.
Watching Ying Xuejian beside her, Ying Tong asked, “It seems they plan to target your parents and siblings. What do you intend to do?”
Upon hearing this, Ying Xuejian innocently blinked and replied, “What do you mean, what to do? I don’t know them, and, Venerable Yunhuang, it seems you misheard—they’re looking for the parents of Ying Nanzhao. I am Ying Xuejian.”
Ying Tong was taken aback by her words, but she understood that Ying Xuejian had made her choice and supported her decision.
The head of the Ying family had said it well: sacrificing one child to secure the happiness of an entire family was a very advantageous exchange. However, they overlooked just how cruel this exchange was for the child who was sacrificed.
The moment those parents chose to abandon this child, they severed any ties with them.
Ye Ying, observing the approving look on Ying Tong’s face, couldn’t help but sigh.
Others may not know, but those who spent day and night with Ying Tong knew very well just how deep-rooted her own vices were.
Though she outwardly maintained a “none of my business” attitude for years, she hadn’t missed a single thing happening in the Cangqiong Realm.
“Restrain yourself a little,” Ye Ying gently reminded her.
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile vanished from Ying Tong’s face. She glared at him and demanded, “Mind your own business. Have you found the person I asked you to find?”
Once they resolved the issues with the Ying family, things on the Longteng Continent would mostly be settled.
“We’re still looking.”
“So, you haven’t found them, huh? In that case, why are you standing here?”
Upon hearing this, Ye Ying turned and left. Of course, he wasn’t actually going to search for the person; he decided to go out for a walk and come back later.
It was always like this—each time she got frustrated, she would drive him away without a trace of consideration.
Once Ye Ying left, Ying Tong took out the old parchment map she had been holding onto.
The effect of the chicken blood had worn off, and the map returned to its original blank state.
Looking at the empty parchment, an idea suddenly came to Ying Tong’s mind.
Since the Eye of Reincarnation was a treasure from the Lake of Reincarnation, perhaps it should be activated with the blood of someone from that place. It might have a different effect—like hers.
Ying Tong was the heir of the Lake of Reincarnation, and the Eye of Reincarnation was its symbol. There was supposed to be a connection between the two.
Without hesitation, she proceeded.
Ying Tong took out a dagger and made a small cut on her finger, allowing crimson blood to trickle from the wound.
But just after a few drops, her powerful body healed the small cut almost instantly.
Noticing the meager amount of blood on the map, she figured it wouldn’t be enough and made a deeper cut on her finger.
This time, the wound was deeper, and the healing was slightly slower than before, though still remarkably fast.
“This should do it.”
She spread the blood evenly across the map, and soon, an eye symbol emerged on the parchment.
It was different from before, when she had used chicken blood.
Even with so little blood, the symbol appeared much more vividly, as if it were etched into the parchment itself.
Moreover, Ying Tong felt a faint connection with the map, as if it were guiding her.
“Could it be that the Eye of Reincarnation is on the Longteng Continent?”
If the Eye of Reincarnation was indeed on the Longteng Continent, it surely would have left some legends behind.
With this thought, Ying Tong decided to buy a book detailing the history of Longteng Continent to investigate.
As Ying Tong prepared to leave, Ying Xuejian ran over eagerly. “Venerable Yunhuang, are you going out? Can I come with you?”
She looked up at her with hopeful eyes, much like a kitten eager to explore outside.
“Alright, let’s go,” Ying Tong agreed.
Since Ying Shao’an and Ying Xuechen hadn’t yet fully absorbed the medicinal power, Ying Tong took care to strengthen the surrounding protective formations before they left.
Soon after, Ying Tong and Ying Xuejian arrived at the marketplace.
Perhaps because she had found something valuable here before, Ying Xuejian seemed especially excited this time, eagerly dragging Ying Tong around to browse the stalls.
“Look, Aunt, how about this?”
Ying Xuejian held up a dagger with a dragon engraved on the hilt, proudly displaying it in front of Ying Tong.
The stall owner noticed and chimed in, “Young lady, you’ve got a good eye! This dagger is a legendary Dragon-Slaying Blade, passed down through generations since ancient times. I wouldn’t be selling it if I didn’t absolutely have to. But since it’s fate that brought you here, how about two mid-grade spirit stones?”
The stall owner went on with his pitch, but Ying Tong simply replied with four words, “Worthless scrap metal.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Xuejian instantly lost interest, tossed the dagger aside, and moved on to the next stall.
