# Chapter 104: Bloodline Martial Soul
Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing with surprise, not expecting her to speak.
Old Wang was also stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "You were together with him from the start, why slander me like this? You're strong, so if you want to kill, just kill. There's no need to find so many excuses."
"Do you want to die that badly?" Lin Feng had been trying to stay calm, but this shameless man still infuriated him.
"Hmph, since you're slandering this old man like this, what else can I do but seek death?" Old Wang snorted coldly.
"Don't worry, even if we want you dead, we'll have sufficient reason."
Meng Qing spoke again: "Lin Feng, search his body. There must be some special item on him, one that contains a peculiar kind of gas with extremely strong diffusion ability. If someone is paying attention, they can sense it even from far away."
"Oh?" Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He glanced at Meng Qing, then fixed his eyes on Old Wang. If what Meng Qing said was true, then it was obvious that Old Wang had been using this method to transmit information.
Old Wang's face changed slightly, the shift almost imperceptible.
"Heh, then I really should search you," Lin Feng said coldly, staring at Old Wang.
"Nonsense! If you want to kill, then kill. Why humiliate me like this? Although this old man is weak in strength, even in death, I will not suffer such disgrace." Old Wang spoke with righteous indignation.
"You don't need to use such tricks. It only makes you more disgusting. If Lin Feng searches and finds nothing, I will die," Meng Qing said, her voice extremely calm. But it was this very calmness that radiated powerful confidence.
Lin Feng looked at her and smiled slightly: "If he finds nothing, I'll pay with my life. Is that enough?"
With that, Lin Feng's body flickered as he arrived beside Old Wang. He directly seized Old Wang, not giving him any chance to consider.
Lin Feng's hand moved over Old Wang's body. Moments later, a small black pouch appeared in Lin Feng's hand. He opened it, revealing a sealed tiny bottle.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Looking at Old Wang, whose body was trembling, Lin Feng's face showed a hint of mockery.
Duan Feng and Jing Yun's gazes also froze, staring intently at Old Wang. They needed an explanation.
"Young Master, I have followed the old master since my youth, and later your father, until now, following you. I have watched you grow up since childhood. This bond—does the Young Master remember it in his heart?"
Old Wang looked at Duan Feng, speaking with emotion.
"Of course I remember, but... why?"
Duan Feng's body trembled. He had actually hoped Old Wang would deny it, would find a reason to explain. Unfortunately, Old Wang did not.
"Since the Young Master remembers, I won't say more. Young Master, if you want me to live, I live. If you want me to die, I die."
Hearing Old Wang's words, Duan Feng's heart wavered once again.
But Lin Feng's killing intent grew colder and colder. How shameless must one be to still put on such a righteous act at a time like this?
"Both Meng Qing and I bet our lives on searching you. Do you think you can erase all that with a few sentimental words?" Lin Feng said calmly, making Old Wang's heart tremble.
"Young Hero Lin Feng, this matter has nothing to do with you. Why must you be so insistent?" Old Wang's tone softened considerably.
"Nothing to do with me?" Lin Feng drew his longsword, making Old Wang's entire body turn cold.
"Weren't you just speaking with righteous indignation, saying you would die? Now that the evidence is conclusive, why don't you mention death anymore? What do you take us for—playthings for you to toy with?"
As if sensing Lin Feng's killing intent, Old Wang's body trembled slightly.
"Young Master." Old Wang placed his hope on Duan Feng.
"Don't beg him. Even if Duan Feng says to spare you, I will still kill you. If I let you go, how will all these young lives that have been lost find peace? Who will repay their lives?"
As Lin Feng's words fell, his longsword swung out. A wisp of blood sprayed through the air. How could such a ruthless, treacherous, and shameless person be allowed to live?
"Whoosh..."
Duan Feng let out a long breath of turbid air. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes. Turning around, he said to Lin Feng: "Brother Lin Feng, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. You were just misled by him." Lin Feng did not blame Duan Feng. He was still young, only fourteen or fifteen. Old Wang was his closest person; it was natural for Duan Feng to trust him.
"Thank you, Brother Lin. This time, you can't refuse to travel with us."
Duan Feng seemed to quickly forget the unpleasantness. He smiled at Lin Feng, though the smile still carried a hint of sorrow.
When their group had set out for the Imperial City, there had been many. Now, in the blink of an eye, only he and Sister Jing Yun remained. This was his first time leaving home, and he had already deeply felt the cruelty of the outside world.
What made his heart even more sorrowful was that those who had tried to kill them were from the military—the protectors of the Snow Moon Kingdom.
"En." Lin Feng nodded slightly, then said to Duan Feng: "But, do you still want to continue forward now?"
"Since we've already come out, why avoid it?" A bitter taste flashed in Duan Feng's eyes. Suddenly, his expression changed, as if he had thought of something. He said: "Brother Lin Feng, you'd better not travel with us anymore."
"There should be more than one road to the Imperial City, right? Without that treacherous man, we just need to take a different path. Why worry so much?"
Lin Feng knew what Duan Feng was thinking and shook his head.
"En, I've looked at the map. I know there are several other roads to the Imperial City. I'll drive the carriage."
Jing Yun took over from Lin Feng. Duan Feng pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Sister Jing Yun, then I'll trouble you."
The four of them walked toward the carriage. Jing Yun drove while Lin Feng and the other three sat inside.
"Duan Feng, there's something I want to ask you." Lin Feng had been harboring a doubt and spoke to Duan Feng.
"Brother Lin Feng, please speak freely."
"When Old Wang was slandering me, he mentioned the Celestial Wolf King, claiming I was sent by him. Could it be that the assassination attempt on you is related to the Celestial Wolf King?"
Hearing Lin Feng's question, Duan Feng smiled bitterly. If it were before, even he wouldn't have believed that he would be connected to someone of the Celestial Wolf King's status.
"If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it," Lin Feng added.
"Brother Lin, you saved my life. What could be inconvenient?" Duan Feng shook his head slightly. "It's just that this matter is a bit complicated. It starts with my family affairs."
"My surname is Duan, as Brother Lin already knows. But Brother Lin might not be aware that my Duan surname is the same Duan as the current Imperial Family's Duan. In other words, I am of the same clan as the Imperial Family."
"However, because an ancestor committed a crime, our branch was exiled to the remote Cloud Sun Town. My lineage has gradually declined. By the time it reached me, it was almost no different from ordinary people."
Duan Feng spoke slowly, as if narrating a story. Lin Feng listened quietly, somewhat surprised that Duan Feng was actually of the same clan as the Imperial Family.
"Brother Lin, do you know why the Duan family has been able to remain the Imperial Family—the supreme rulers of Snow Moon Kingdom?"
"Because of their strength. The strong naturally become supreme," Lin Feng answered.
"But the Snow Moon Kingdom has existed for who knows how many years, and the Imperial Family still bears the surname Duan. Why has the Duan family been able to prosper for such a long time?"
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He had never really thought about this question. Sects and families all have their times of rise and fall; none can remain powerful forever. Yet the Duan family had always held the throne, which could only mean their strength had always been the strongest in Snow Moon Kingdom, never surpassed.
"Martial Soul!" Lin Feng suddenly thought of a possibility and said in a low voice. Martial souls have a certain probability of inheritance. If an ancestor possessed a powerful martial soul, it could be passed down through generations.
"Exactly, the Martial Soul. More precisely, the Bloodline Martial Soul." Duan Feng nodded in response.
"Bloodline Martial Soul? I've never heard of it." Lin Feng was puzzled. He truly had never heard of a Bloodline Martial Soul.
"Brother Lin, those who possess a Bloodline Martial Soul are extremely rare, even across the entire Heavenly Dragon Domain. In the Snow Moon Kingdom, those with Bloodline Martial Souls are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It's normal that you haven't heard of it." Duan Feng explained. The Heavenly Dragon Domain was vast and boundless, containing countless powerful nations. The Snow Moon Kingdom was just one country within it.
And Duan Feng said that even across the entire Heavenly Dragon Domain, Bloodline Martial Soul possessors were rare—showing just how uncommon this type of martial soul was.
"It is said that when martial cultivators reach a certain level of cultivation, they can comprehend heaven and earth. Their blood forms its own bloodline, possessing bloodline power. Their talent and martial soul can then be passed down through this bloodline. Future descendants, no matter how many generations apart, can obtain this bloodline power and inherit their talent and martial soul. However, some descendants inherit a thin bloodline power and thus receive weaker talent, while others inherit stronger bloodline power and have more terrifying talent. Moreover, this bloodline inheritance has no pattern at all. Perhaps a son only inherits a small amount of bloodline power, or perhaps a descendant hundreds of generations later inherits even more of the ancestor's bloodline."
"Blood that forms its own bloodline, capable of being passed down... Such terrifying strength."
Lin Feng murmured softly.
"Indeed, it is terrifying. The path of martial arts is too vast and boundless. I don't even know what cultivation level those who can form bloodline power have reached."
Duan Feng smiled bitterly. His strength was still too weak. Before such people, he was nothing but an ant.
"Brother Lin, after all I've said, you've probably guessed it. The Imperial Family of the Snow Moon Kingdom—the Duan family's ancestor—once reached this level of cultivation. His blood formed its own bloodline, passing down talent and martial soul to benefit the Duan family's descendants."