Bloodline (2)

After Jone entered the room, the terrifying atmosphere gradually calmed down, and everyone took a deep breath.

"Deacon, what was that shit?" asked the young man in purple, still with a slight expression of fear as he looked at him.

"He probably has some kind of special and terrifying bloodline," the deacon replied as he remembered those bizarre eyes and felt goosebumps.

"Bloodline?" Everyone looked at the deacon curiously, while those who fainted sometimes woke up.

He took a deep breath and began to explain.

"It is said that in the past, besides us ordinary humans, there were many special races besides mystical beings and divine creatures. These races disappeared over time for some unknown reason, but many of them had relationships with humans, and their blood was passed on to their descendants."

"And the blood of these races was passed down from generation to generation, these bloodlines became weaker and weaker over thousands of years, and with the mixing of human blood and other races, it made it absurdly difficult for these bloodlines to manifest themselves."

"Today, it is extremely rare for someone to awaken their bloodline, even if you have it in your blood, you may never awaken."

"But sometimes some people are born with this very concentrated blood and then their ancestral bloodline awakens, these people are blessed by the heavens, and in addition to inheriting part of the aptitude of these races, they awaken many special abilities."

"Typically, each bloodline carries unique marks, symbols, or physical characteristics that are different from those of ordinary humans and that identify them as bloodline bearers."

"These people are considered geniuses everywhere and are respected and feared."

Everyone sighed upon hearing the deacon's explanation.

"How many people with this bloodline are there in the Demon Horn Sect?" The young man in purple asked the deacon.

"Hehe…"

"What?" He was confused by the deacon's laughter.

"Zero"

"There would never be people like this in this small place, they are almost non-existent even in the main sects in the kingdom. Never would they join this weak and decadent demon sect." Said the deacon.

"So, what do we do with him?" The young man in purple asked, pointing to the door where Jone entered.

"Nothing; just leave him alone and don't go near his room. He didn't kill anyone, so let's wait for him to leave to decide."

Everyone went to do their things while Jone entered the room.

"Haha ha!! That was incredible; just looking at me made them faint; that's incredible!" Jone was absurdly excited, so many things he never imagined were happening.

But he quickly calmed down and began to think.

"I urgently need information, even the most basic information about cultivation and this world, to be able to truly understand what those beings gave me and to be able to use my powers correctly."

"I didn't even do anything, and my eyes released this aura on their own; even now it continues to work weakly. When I first woke up in this world, this pressure aura was activated all the time, I just didn't notice it.

"I need to learn more now."

Jone then left the room and called the first person he saw.