Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Chapter 79: Bloodline Recognition, Shocking the Clan

The Sang Clan, the Inner Mansion that never allows outsiders to enter.

This place is where all members of the Sang Clan have come when they were young, and is also a watershed. At the age of five, if they can test positive for the inheritance of an Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, they can stay in the Inner Mansion to learn how to become an Artifact Refiner. If they do not inherit the Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, they can never enter again and can only live in the Outer Mansion.

When they grow up, if they do not have any other outstanding abilities, they can only become an ordinary steward, handling some family chores.

"This place, I came with Xuewu when we were five years old. After that, I never came again." Surveying the vaguely familiar buildings in his memory, Mu Yichen whispered beside Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge was also casually observing everything around her. She had already learned from King Sang Shun’s words that this was the gathering place for the Sang Clan Artifact Refiners.

Today is the day for her bloodline test.

Because she had already missed the initial test date, today’s test was specially prepared for her, and she was the only one undergoing assessment.

According to King Sang Shun, today is her opportunity to prove herself in front of the Sang Clan people.

As long as she reveals her bloodline inheritance, no one can say a word if she learns the Artifact Refining Technique later.

Therefore, today’s exception allows all clan members to enter the Inner Mansion to watch the test results. Of course, the Inner Mansion’s testing hall can’t possibly fit nearly a hundred thousand people, so most of those who came were clan members who inherited the bloodline talents, along with some elders with a certain seniority.

Surprisingly, one of the six Supreme Elders, who had been in seclusion in the clan land, was also sent to watch the test results.

This shows how much attention Mu Qingge’s bloodline test has attracted.

"Boss, why is it that both you and Xuewu can inherit the Sang Family’s bloodline talents, but I can’t? Is it just because I’m a man?" Mu Yichen scratched his head in confusion.

He really couldn’t figure it out!

Mu Qingge glanced at him and said calmly, "If it’s not inherited, it’s not inherited. Why dwell on it? Any bloodline talent is no match for one’s own efforts and persistence."

Mu Yichen nodded heavily and said to her, "I understand, Boss!"

At this moment, his heart was also vaguely filled with excitement. He was also eager to know what Mu Qingge’s bloodline concentration was. "When Xuewu was tested before, her bloodline concentration was at level six, which is said to be the strongest bloodline concentration in the Sang Family in nearly a hundred years."

"Bloodline concentration?" Mu Qingge murmured in confusion.

Mu Yichen nodded, raised his hand, and pointed at a distant, transparent white stone pillar, explaining to Mu Qingge, "Boss, do you see that stone pillar? I don’t know what material it’s made from, but as long as you place your hand in its base groove and squeeze out a drop of fingertip blood, it can test the concentration of bloodline talent. There are ten levels in total, but it’s said that apart from the first-generation ancestor who reached level ten, no one has achieved that in tens of thousands of years. Generally speaking, reaching level seven is already very impressive. Grandfather seems to have barely reached level seven, and mother is also at level seven. But Grandpa also mentioned that in the past ten-plus years, Mother has neglected her bloodline."

Mu Qingge looked at the pillar, also finding it quite miraculous that it could measure bloodline concentration.

She didn’t understand how her blood was any different from others’.

Stepping out of the corridor, Mu Qingge and Mu Yichen appeared in front of the crowd.

The number of people waiting here to see her test results wasn’t nearly a hundred thousand, but there were at least twenty to thirty thousand. Among them, most were young people.

"Does the Sang Clan really have so many Artifact Refiners?" Mu Qingge asked in surprise.

Mu Yichen nodded, "Those who can truly refine artifacts are about this many, but most of them can only refine Spiritual Artifacts. However, compared to those Artifact Refiners outside, the weapons refined by the Sang Clan’s people are of slightly better quality."

Mu Qingge gave a barely noticeable nod.

At this moment, their appearance had already drawn the attention of the crowd. Everyone remained silent, looking at Mu Qingge with either playful, mocking, disdainful, or reveling attitudes.

A suddenly emerged Sang Family bloodline who had missed the age for bloodline testing still wanting to see if she inherited any talent was simply laughable.

"Do you think that Mu Qingge really has our Sang Clan’s Artifact Refining bloodline?"

"Hehe, just because she’s Lan Ruo’s child, she thinks she has the bloodline? How overconfident."

"Exactly, didn’t you see that Sang Yichen, that guy, didn’t inherit Sang Lanruo’s bloodline talent either?"

"How dare you call Lan Ruo’s name directly? Aren’t you afraid the stewards from the Disciplinary Hall will catch you and punish you?"

"Heh, what’s the big deal? It’s just a matter of seniority anyway. It’s said that for the past nineteen years, she’s remained at the Treasure Level Refiner’s Realm, while not long ago, I broke through and also became a Treasure Level Refiner. Since we’re on the same level, what’s the harm in calling her by name?"

"Oh? You’ve become a Treasure Level Refiner already?"

"Of course."

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"You’re welcome, you’re welcome!"

A voice of compliments came from a certain corner.

The young disciples of the Sang Clan, regardless of their abilities, had undergone the bloodline test and were qualified to stand in the Inner Mansion, naturally feeling displeased by Mu Qingge’s sudden intrusion.

This was a typical youthful arrogance, which the elders of the family did not overly restrain.

Just like the person who had just called Sang Lanruo by name, claiming to have become a Treasure Level Artifact Refiner, he had sufficient pride among his peers.

"Sang Xingyu, have you already refined Treasure Level Weapons?" Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The crowd parted slightly, allowing Sang Zilan and Sang Ye to walk over.

"So it’s Sister Zilan!" Sang Xingyu smiled at Sang Zilan and proudly said, "Yes, I can already refine Treasure Level Weapons and have passed the family’s level assessment."

Sang Zilan’s eyes rolled, a plan forming in her mind. She waved Sang Xingyu over. The former was the Second Elder’s granddaughter, the latter an ordinary descendant of a collateral line, and their statuses were immediately apparent.

Sang Xingyu approached Sang Zilan, who whispered in his ear, "Later, after he tests, if he doesn’t have a bloodline, do this..." she murmured into Sang Xingyu’s ear for a moment.

Sang Xingyu’s expression slightly changed, asking, "What if he does have a bloodline?"

"If there is a bloodline..." Sang Zilan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "If he really has a bloodline, there’s no rush. Isn’t next month’s family Artifact Refining assessment scheduled? You can challenge him then."

"But... Sang Xuewu is his sister." Sang Xingyu was somewhat troubled. Although he spoke arrogantly, he understood that being just a collateral junior, he couldn’t provoke the direct lineage. Moreover, Sang Xuewu was now the leading figure of the young generation in the Sang Family; provoking her kin would be courting death.

"What’s the problem with Sang Xuewu?" Sang Zilan was displeased by his hesitation, glaring as she said, "She’s not truly of the Sang family; perhaps one day she won’t even want the surname Sang. What are you afraid of? Don’t forget, I’m the genuine eldest daughter of the Sang family!"

"I... I understand." Sang Xingyu could only brace himself to comply.

Seeing him cooperate obediently, Sang Zilan nodded in satisfaction. "That’s more like it."

Sang Zilan stepped back, and Sang Ye curiously asked, "Zilan, what did you ask him to do?"

Zilan sneered coldly, her gaze drifting towards Mu Qingge’s location. "Do you still remember our humiliation at the Dragon Tooth Camp? Today we’re in the Sang family; if I don’t act, wouldn’t I be letting myself down?"

"So how did you arrange it? Tell me, so I can coordinate." Sang Ye said excitedly.

Sang Zilan glanced at him before saying, "Such a minor issue doesn’t require us to intervene directly. I’ve set it up already. If the bloodline test results show he doesn’t have an Artifact Refiner’s bloodline, Sang Xingyu will incite everyone to kick him out of the Sang family. If, by chance, he has a bloodline, next month during the family competition, Sang Xingyu will challenge him. I just don’t believe he can beat Sang Xingyu, a Treasure Level Artifact Refiner."

"Zilan, that’s really smart!" Sang Ye praised in her ear.

Sang Zilan smiled triumphantly, with shades of scheming in her eyes.

"Boss!" Having arrived earlier, Mu Xuewu came to Mu Qingge’s side, glanced back at the other clan members, and said to Mu Qingge, "Grandfather asked me to lead you up."

Saying this, she turned to Mu Yichen and said, "Yichen, you find a place on your own to stay." Then she cautiously reminded, "Don’t cause trouble."

"Understood, you can go ahead." Mu Yichen nodded in agreement and stepped back a few paces.

Mu Xuewu then said to Mu Qingge, "Boss, let’s go."

Mu Qingge nodded slightly, feeling the bloodline test was rather boring internally, but understood it was a necessary procedure.

She hadn’t expected so many people to come to watch her make a fool of herself.

Yes! To make a fool of herself.

Who was Mu Qingge? With one glance, she instantly saw through all the undisguised emotions of the young Sang Clan members.

Among them, few were curious if she had a bloodline, and more hoped to see her falter.

After all, yesterday she caused quite a stir in the Sang Clan’s territory, intimidating many. If today’s test showed she was inferior to many, she’d become a laughingstock in their eyes.

As she ascended the testing platform with Mu Xuewu, King Sang Shun, along with the Second Elder and Third Elder, was already waiting there.

Mu Qingge scanned the area and found, besides the three of them, an old man whose appearance was familiar; he was one of the six Supreme Elders who appeared yesterday.

"Has the Second Elder often given you trouble?" On the way, Mu Qingge suddenly asked Mu Xuewu quietly. She hadn’t forgotten yesterday’s arrogance of the Second Elder both at the clan’s territory and in the Sang family’s main hall.

Mu Xuewu also lowered her voice, saying, "Not trouble exactly, but the Second Elder can’t tolerate sand in his eyes, and he speaks up against things he doesn’t like. His granddaughter is Sang Zilan."

Sang Zilan?

Mu Qingge recalled briefly and immediately knew who she was.

"The girl who always opposes you?" Mu Qingge asked.

Mu Xuewu nodded, "Her talent is only slightly inferior to mine. Perhaps she feels that my existence has taken everything that originally belonged to her. However, it’s all just verbal disputes, and she hasn’t done anything too out of line."

After listening to Mu Xuewu’s words, if she wasn’t deliberately hiding something, then the environment of the Sang Family seemed quite harmonious in Mu Qingge’s heart.

Small disputes are harmless; she had orchestrated a palace coup, so why would she be afraid?

But if anyone tries to play with power struggles or murder, it’s best not to provoke her. Otherwise, with her methods, the Sang Family is bound to lose a few people.

Mu Qingge looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling a sense of loneliness at the top.

It’s not arrogance, but the people standing below her are clearly not on the same level as her adversaries! They want to watch her make a fool of herself, but is her downfall so entertaining?

Retrieving her gaze, Mu Qingge had already followed Mu Xuewu to the front of the four people.

"Ge’er, you’ve come." King Sang Shun looked at her, his eyes also filled with expectation.

"Xuewu greets the Family Head, Supreme Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder," Mu Xuewu greeted each present person according to etiquette.

However, Mu Qingge did not move.

"Hmph, lacking in manners." Her attitude made the Second Elder snort coldly in dissatisfaction.

Mu Qingge just glanced at him indifferently and said to King Sang Shun, "Isn’t it time to test? Then let’s get started."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across King Sang Shun’s face. He had already expected that Mu Qingge wouldn’t give face, but he didn’t expect her not to even exchange pleasantries in front of the Supreme Elder.

"Alright, let’s begin then." Fortunately, the Supreme Elder wasn’t very concerned. He continued to look at Mu Qingge with a gentle smile.

The Supreme Elder spoke, so even if the Second Elder felt uncomfortable inside, he couldn’t say anything more.

King Sang Shun also took the opportunity to say, "Alright."

After speaking, he looked at the Third Elder, "Old Three, please."

The Third Elder smiled and said, "I’m originally responsible for the family’s younger generation testing, why say it’s a bother?"

With that, he stepped forward, came to Mu Qingge’s side, and smiled at her, "Should I call you Young Master Mu now? Or Qingge?" The two had some interactions at the Sunset Grassland, neither friendly nor hostile.

"Third Elder can call whatever you like," Mu Qingge replied calmly, with neither pride nor humility.

The Third Elder nodded appreciatively at her and said, "Come with me then." He turned and led the way, and Mu Qingge followed him towards the stone pillar that Mu Yichen had mentioned earlier.

As the two moved, the clansmen below became more agitated, each craning their necks and lifting their heads, fearing to miss any exciting moment.

"Sang Yichen, you haven’t even inherited the bloodline. Do you think that brother of yours who popped out of nowhere will have it?" Suddenly, a mocking voice came from behind Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen’s face darkened, and he turned to look at the person speaking.

In view was a face full of ridicule. He naturally knew who it was.

"Sang Xuefeng, my big brother is not someone you can mock," Mu Yichen warned in a low voice.

The person before him was a collateral relative of the Third Elder’s line. In his childhood, he often played with Mu Yichen, calling him ’young master.’ But after the talent test result came out when he was five, he never played with Mu Yichen again, and each meeting became an occasion for mockery.

"Tch! What’s so great about a bunch of guys trying to take advantage of my Sang family?" Sang Xuefeng said disdainfully.

"You’re looking for a beating!" Mu Yichen clenched his fist.

Insult him, he could tolerate it. But insulting his big brother was unacceptable!

"Think you can handle me, you loser?" Sang Xuefeng’s smile grew more mocking.

"What are you two doing?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted, breaking the tension between them.

Sang Xuefeng looked up at the newcomer, and immediately changed his expression, flatteringly saying, "Brother Xuezhi, it’s nothing. I was just talking to Yichen."

Sang Xuezhi’s eyes scanned over, seeing Mu Yichen’s gloomy face, he warned Sang Xuefeng, "Today, with the Supreme Elder present, don’t cause trouble."

"Yes, Brother Xuezhi," Sang Xuefeng replied humbly.

After nodding to Mu Yichen, Sang Xuezhi turned and left. He was also curious about why his grandfather told him not to offend Aunt Lanruo’s children yesterday, and if possible, to take care of them?

Sang Xuezhi looked towards his grandfather, the Third Elder who was leading Mu Qingge to the test, carrying his confusion.

"Hmph, count yourself lucky." Sang Xuefeng snorted coldly at Mu Yichen, also turning to leave.

Mu Yichen gritted his teeth, watching his departing back with dark eyes.

On the platform, Mu Qingge was led to the towering pillar. Indeed, she saw a small hole at the place level with her knee.

The Third Elder smiled and explained, "In the past, the family’s children came for testing at five years old. This groove was made according to the height of a five-year-old child, so it’s indeed a bit short for you."

Mu Qingge said calmly, "No problem, the Third Elder just needs to tell me what to do."

"It’s nothing complicated. Just stretch your hand in, there’s something sharp inside, use it to prick your fingertip and squeeze out a drop of fingertip blood," the Third Elder explained.

Mu Qingge nodded, indicating that she understood.

She extended her hand, crouched down, and reached into the groove.

The groove was really small, and her hand was squeezed tightly inside.

At this moment, her posture was a bit unsightly. She crouched on one knee to reach the groove that only reached her knee. This action caused a burst of laughter from the people below.

The Third Elder’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a stern gaze sweeping over, "Quiet."

When he spoke, the people below slightly restrained themselves. When he withdrew his gaze to look at Mu Qingge, he found that she was not disturbed by the laughter, her expression unchanged, as if the mocking voices weren’t directed at her.

Mu Qingge groped inside the groove, finally feeling something sharp.

Upon contact, a surge of information appeared in her mind—

[Silver Sulfur Essence, used for bloodline testing...]

Mu Qingge was surprised to find a needle-like Silver Sulfur Essence hidden under the stone pillar. Silver Sulfur Essence, she had only read about it in some miscellaneous books and had never seen it with her own eyes.

She only knew that among the Silver Sulfur Essence was a special substance that could detect the same bloodline and the concentration of that bloodline. Why this was possible, she didn’t know.

’The Sang Family people undergoing testing must still be before their bloodline awakens. I’m not sure if they know the secret about these testing pillars?’ Mu Qingge pondered in her mind.

But her hand didn’t forget to press down, letting the Silver Sulfur Essence puncture her finger, and a drop of blood dripped from her fingertip, absorbed by the Silver Sulfur Essence.

Mu Qingge withdrew her hand, stood up, and concealed it behind her back with her sleeve.

"Do you need medicine?" The Third Elder asked.

Mu Qingge shook her head. This little wound had already completely healed when she withdrew her hand.

The Third Elder nodded and didn’t insist.

"Now we just wait for the result," the Third Elder said to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge stood tall to the side, calmly waiting. In fact, she didn’t know how long it would take.

Meanwhile, the noise below gradually quieted, everyone eagerly awaiting the test results. Not only this dense crowd of clansmen but also King Sang Shun and the others.

Time slowly passed.

However, there was not the slightest reaction from the testing pillar.

Whispers began to erupt among the crowd.

"Hey? Why has there been no response for so long?"

"I remember when we tested, it didn’t take long for the result. Why is it taking so long now?"

"Heh, maybe he didn’t inherit our Sang Clan’s Artifact Refiner bloodline."

The voices of these whispers grew louder, and the tones more mocking.

The Third Elder looked at Mu Qingge, yet she remained unhurried, incredibly calm. It seemed that she was very confident in herself.

"Family Head, it seems you were mistaken this time," the Second Elder smiled slightly at King Sang Shun.

King Sang Shun’s face changed unpredictably, unable to believe this result.

If Mu Qingge hadn’t inherited the bloodline, why would she want the Sang Clan’s Artifact Refining Technique?

On the side of the Supreme Elder, there was also a face of disappointed sighs.

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