Chapter 3: The Tiger Father and Dog Son

"Next, Hun Feng!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, the children in the square all turned their attention to a little boy in a black robe.

Even Hun Xiu did the same at this moment. This Hun Feng, like Hun Xiu, was also the son of Hun Tiandi.

But they were half-brothers, born to different mothers.

After all, with Hun Tiandi being such a powerful figure, how could he not have multiple women?

Under everyone's gaze, Hun Feng proudly took small steps toward the center of the square.

After all, he was Hun Tiandi's son, the son of the clan leader. How could he not be proud?

Slowly approaching the stone monument, Hun Feng did not hesitate and placed his small hand on the stone.

Immediately, the stone monument glowed brilliantly, and a line of words appeared on it: "Tenth Grade Bloodline."

Seeing the words "Tenth Grade Bloodline" on the monument, Hun Feng's lips curved into a slight smile.

Hun Feng had expected his tenth-grade bloodline for a long time, and the monument's verification further confirmed it for him.

After all, who was he?

The son of the clan leader Hun Tiandi, the future young master of the Hun clan. Having a tenth-grade bloodline was a given.

As Hun Feng removed his hand from the stone monument, he felt his bloodline surge within him, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body.

The middle-aged man, witnessing this scene, nodded slightly and said, "Hun Feng, activate the divine bloodline and break through to Dou Master."

"Gasp…"

As the middle-aged man's voice rang out, the children in the square couldn't help but gasp.

What does Dou Master represent?

If a Dou Practitioner is the first step to becoming a strong person, then Dou Master is the second step.

Hun Feng had just activated the Dou God bloodline and had already reached this second step. One couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying the divine bloodline truly was.

Sensing the envious gazes around him, Hun Feng wore a proud expression as he slowly blended back into the crowd.

"Hun Ya, Hun Li, Hun Yu, how was that? Impressive, right?" Hun Feng approached his friends, wearing a proud look.

"Whatever."

Hun Yu and the others were rather disdainful when they heard Hun Feng's words.

Hun Feng had a divine bloodline?

They did too, so they really didn't envy Hun Feng at all.

"Next..."

…

The middle-aged man called out several more times. Apart from Hun Yu having a divine bloodline, most of the other Hun clan children had fifth or sixth-grade bloodlines.

"Next, Hun Xiu!"

…

"Is it finally my turn?" Hun Xiu murmured to himself, feeling quite excited inside.

He slowly walked towards the center of the square.

All the children turned their eyes to Hun Xiu. To be honest, they were quite curious about what grade of bloodline this "odd one out" possessed.

Why was Hun Xiu considered an odd one out?

Because when they were three or four years old, they were still playing, but Hun Xiu often went to the peak of the back mountain alone to practice.

Therefore, among the children, there was a rumor: "Hun Xiu has no Dou God bloodline, so he has no time to play and can only practice diligently."

This also led to the children of the Hun clan choosing to isolate Hun Xiu, which Hun Xiu was very happy about.

This way, he could practice openly every day without anyone bothering him.

Hun Yu looked at Hun Xiu, who was slowly walking towards the stone monument, and said, "Hun Feng, what grade do you think Hun Xiu's bloodline is?"

Hun Yu had activated the Dou God bloodline and was now a Dou Practitioner. With his strength, he could naturally see that Hun Xiu was just a Dou Qi ninth stage, a piece of trash.

Hun Feng said, "I think he is just a piece of trash without a Dou God bloodline."

A piece of trash who has been practicing for three or four years and is still only at Dou Qi ninth stage. What kind of bloodline could he have?

First grade?

Or second grade?

…

Under everyone's attention, Hun Xiu finally reached the center. He first bowed to the middle-aged man.

Although Hun Xiu didn't know who this middle-aged man was, he knew that since this man was responsible for activating their bloodlines, he must be someone extraordinary.

He might even be a Dou Saint powerhouse.

The middle-aged man, seeing Hun Xiu being so polite, nodded slightly. He knew a bit about Hun Xiu.

Compared to his peers, Hun Xiu was more mature and hardworking. As for the rumors among the children, the middle-aged man didn't believe them at all. He knew that no one in the Hun clan lacked the Dou God bloodline.

As one of the clan leader Hun Tiandi's offspring, if anyone said he lacked the Dou God bloodline, it would be a joke.

The middle-aged man said calmly to Hun Xiu, "Place your hand on the stone monument."

"Yes."

Hun Xiu nodded and slowly walked to the monument, placing his small hand on it.

The monument showed no reaction.

"Hmm?"

This reaction from Hun Xiu made the middle-aged man slightly puzzled. He muttered to himself, "Is the monument broken?"

The children in the square began to whisper among themselves.

Hun Feng sneered and said, "See, this piece of trash indeed has no Dou God bloodline. He is indeed garbage."

"Trash!"

"Garbage!"

…

Immediately, the crowd burst into a chorus of insults, all directed at Hun Xiu. After all, being a member of the Hun clan, especially as the clan leader's son, not having a Dou God bloodline made him a waste, didn't it?

The middle-aged man quickly checked the monument. In his view, it was impossible for Hun Xiu not to have a Dou God bloodline.

The monument must be broken, but after a thorough inspection, the monument was fine.

So the issue must be with the person.

Looking at Hun Xiu's innocent face, the middle-aged man thought to himself, "Could the rumors be true? Does Hun Xiu really lack the Dou God bloodline?"

"This… shouldn't be possible. There shouldn't be anyone in the Hun clan without even a trace of the Dou God bloodline. Especially not the clan leader's child."

"The clan leader's bloodline is so powerful, it's impossible for such a thing to happen."

The middle-aged man simply didn't believe Hun Xiu had no Dou God bloodline. He said to Hun Xiu, "Hun Xiu, move your hand and place it again."

"Yes!"

Hun Xiu, looking at the unresponsive monument, was stunned.

To him, this shouldn't be possible. He was the son of Hun Tiandi. How could he lack a Dou God bloodline?

Could he really be the legendary tiger father with a dog son?

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Hun Xiu snapped out of his daze, moved his hand off the monument, and then placed it back again. The monument remained unchanged.

Hun Xiu muttered, "Could it be that I am indeed a tiger father with a dog son? Do I lack even a trace of the Dou God bloodline? Am I truly a waste?"