Bloodline (1)

When they saw the two people who went to turn over the body faint as soon as they touched the body and saw the body they thought was dead move, the young man in purple and everyone else were scared.

Everyone quickly took out their weapons from their waists and pointed at the body on the ground.

"Young master, stay behind me," said the deacon as he quickly stood in front of the young man in purple, holding his sword against his body on the ground.

As they aimed their weapons at the body, the mind inside the body that was on the ground finally regained consciousness.

Jone, after an unknown amount of time floating down the river, finally felt like he could move. He didn't know what was happening to his body or what was happening around him.

He only knows that he spent days in that state until today, when he managed to recover. When this strange state passed, he woke up.

As soon as Jone opened his eyes, he saw two unknown people looking at him, and then they fainted.

He looked at it strangely as he tried to remember everything and what he learned during the comprehension, but there were many things he didn't remember.

He then moved and wanted to see what was happening, and then slowly stood up, his gaze stopping at the people pointing their swords at him.

Everyone watched seriously as the body slowly stood up, and then they saw a perfect face, but this left everyone extremely terrified.

His black hair that had just come out of the water fell in front of his face, covering part of it but still showing his two eyes that were completely different from anything they had ever seen.

As soon as Jone's gaze fell on them, they felt an enormous pressure, those without cultivation or with weak cultivation quickly fainted.

The young man in purple and a few others with slightly higher cultivation did not faint, but they felt a frightening pressure and almost fell to their knees.

The deacon was the only one who was okay, but he still felt like he was being watched by something terrible.

"Bloodline skill," said the deacon as he looked completely scared at Jone while gripping his sword even tighter.

"Guys, don't look into your eyes" he shouted as he quickly stopped looking into Jone's eyes and spoke quickly to the person in front of him.

"Sir, please remove your ability; we took you out of the river; we are not your enemies"

Jone saw almost everyone fainting in surprise, and so he tried to turn off his aura, and instinctively, the pressure coming out of his eyes decreased.

But he was still there, if they continued looking into his eyes, they would still feel pressured. Jone still couldn't fully control it.

But at least if they didn't look directly into his eyes, they would still be okay. When his aura returned to his eyes, everyone who was still awake fell to the ground and sighed in relief, but still shaking with fear, they not dared to look at Jone again.

Jone looked at the deacon and said.

"I'm going to borrow a room", He was a little lost and needed to get his thoughts in order quickly.

The deacon quickly nodded, not intending to refuse.

Then Jone quickly entered the first room he saw and locked the door.