Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 1437 - 655: Dao Pearl!

"This is cleansing the bloodline!"

Chen Xuan lowered his head, puzzled!

What is this supposed to do?

At this moment, he felt that the Daoist Saint’s disciple selection seemed somewhat wrong.

The Daoist Saint observed the reactions of the three.

To replace him in facing a calamity, it’s not just about talent, but also about cleansing the bloodline. However, the bloodlines must be compatible; if there’s a rejection, then it’s not possible.

"Pff—"

Long Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.

Bloodline rejection!

The Daoist Saint directed a surge of Spiritual Power at him, "Step aside and heal yourself."

Long Fei looked forlorn.

He understood that the Daoist Saint did not choose him.

"Yes!"

Like a walking corpse, he moved aside, envy evident as he glanced at Chen Xuan and Xuan Ling.

"Brother Qiu, it’s up to you."

Long Fei muttered in his heart; he couldn’t stand Xuan Ling, so he hoped even more that ’Qiu Tong’ would become the Daoist Saint’s disciple.

Of course, it was mostly the years of being oppressed by Xuan Ling that left him feeling uncomfortable.

As time slowly passed, whether it was Xuan Ling or Chen Xuan, they had begun to integrate the Daoist Saint’s essence blood.

Long Fei had also fully recovered by this time.

But he felt anxious because ’Qiu Tong’ always lagged behind Xuan Ling.

No way!

Chen Xuan also didn’t know what integrating the Daoist Saint’s essence blood would look like.

He could only wait for Xuan Ling’s integration results and simulate them himself.

"It seems Xuan Ling is still better!"

The Daoist Saint clearly saw it as well.

If possible, he would accept both as disciples, which would be more stable.

But there wasn’t enough time.

Soon, half a day had passed.

Suddenly!

Xuan Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing entirely. Near complete integration, yet rejection occurred, and his injuries were much heavier than Long Fei’s.

In that instant!

The Daoist Saint’s expression changed too, placing his last hope on Chen Xuan, even disregarding heavily injured Xuan Ling.

Failure is not an option!

"How is this possible?"

Xuan Ling was devastated. Everything was supposed to ensure he would become the Daoist Saint’s disciple, so why did he fail at the last moment?

It was supposed to be a sure thing.

Yet now... he looked at Chen Xuan, why wasn’t he the one failing?!

As the top among true disciples.

Now surpassed by a laggard, he couldn’t accept it at all.

Suddenly!

A force enveloped him, instantaneously bringing him beside Long Fei.

The Daoist Saint shot him a brief glance, saying nothing.

But Xuan Ling felt chill in his heart, just one look making him feel frozen, even forgetting to breathe.

"Hehe..."

He forced a miserable smile, silently lowered his head, his eyes suddenly reddening.

Powerless!

Meanwhile, Chen Xuan was analyzing the Daoist Saint’s drop of essence blood. Over half a day, he discovered certain patterns; as long as he deduced the final integration, it would be possible.

But it was essence blood from the Saint Realm, so even he needed some time.

A day!

Two days!

...

Even the Daoist Saint grew restless waiting, yet he dared not disturb Chen Xuan, fearing his failure.

Otherwise, he’d have to find someone among the true disciples to face the calamity.

Then it would become much more troublesome, and there wasn’t much time left.

"You must not disappoint the old man!"

The Daoist Saint’s eyes fixed intensely on Chen Xuan, as did Long Fei and Xuan Ling beside him.

Xuan Ling was unwilling!

Long Fei, on the other hand, didn’t have much thought. As long as it wasn’t Xuan Ling, it was fine.

Finally, by the tenth day, a trace of the Daoist Saint’s aura appeared on Chen Xuan.

"Good!"

After waiting for many days, even the Daoist Saint couldn’t resist shouting.

Of course, he finally relaxed his anxious heart.

The person to face the calamity was found!

"Phew—"

Chen Xuan exhaled lightly, puzzled, "Daoist Saint, this..."

"Still call me Daoist Saint...? It should be Master!"

"Ah—"

Chen Xuan was instantly ’elated’!

"Greetings, Master!"

But he didn’t kneel, and even the Daoist Saint didn’t say anything—probably too delighted.

"Good, good..."

The Daoist Saint praised repeatedly.

"Congratulations, Brother Qiu!" Long Fei offered his congratulations first.

As for Xuan Ling, he felt the things originally belonging to him were taken by Chen Xuan, his expression constipated, but finally he did say ’congratulations’!

"From today onwards, you’ll stay here with this Saint!"

"I will personally guide you."

"As for the two of you..."

The Daoist Saint looked at Long Fei and the others, "You performed well, go see Xia Cang!"

Time was tight; he couldn’t waste it on the two of them.

"Yes!"

Long Fei and Xuan Ling bowed in salute.

Xuan Ling immediately flew toward the mountain below, while Long Fei cupped his hands towards Chen Xuan before leaving.

"You come with me!"

The Daoist Saint looked at Chen Xuan, then headed towards the large hall inside.

"Yes!"

The two entered the hall one after the other.

In the center of the hall at this moment, there was actually a round pool of blood-red water.

"Master... what is this...?"

Chen Xuan was puzzled, feeling a fierce aura inside.

"Your bloodline is too weak; this is my refined essence blood. Go down, and when you emerge, you’ll have the bloodline of the Saint Realm, then cultivation will be easy."

"What?"

Chen Xuan showed "shock," but then his face was full of ’delight’!

"Thank you, Master!" he replied loudly.

Immediately, he leapt into the Blood Pool.

Instantly!

His whole body began to tingle, the blood in the Blood Pool drilled into his body like locusts, but once inside, Chen Xuan immediately isolated it using space.