Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1143 - 471: Soul Transition Pendant_4

The dragon eyes of Red gazed down at the young man kneeling on the ground, a flicker of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Rise, child. Let me feel your bloodline."

Baroque stood up excitedly, activating his bloodline power.

Golden-red flames surged from his body, forming a majestic dragon-shaped phantom in the air.

But after observing for a moment, the doubt in Red’s eyes deepened:

"Strange... You indeed bear the traits of my bloodline, but this feeling is unnatural, like..."

The ancient dragon paused, seemingly searching for the right words:

"Like it was forcibly grafted on."

This statement struck Baroque’s heart like a bolt of lightning.

He struggled to maintain his composure, his voice trembling slightly:

"Ancestor, my bloodline is absolutely pure! The bloodline appraisal of the Burning Scale Clan never errs!"

"Bloodline appraisal..."

Red appeared pensive:

"Child, have you undergone some special ’Awakening Ceremony’?"

Baroque’s face turned pale.

He recalled the life-altering bloodline awakening fifteen years ago;

recalled the shock on everyone’s faces;

recalled the miraculous experience of leaping from the lowest ranks to a chosen one.

"I... I just experienced a normal bloodline awakening..."

He explained with difficulty.

But Red’s gaze grew sharper.

As an ancient Dragon Species, his sensitivity to bloodlines far exceeded normal human imagination.

The "artificial traces" on Baroque were as glaring as a bright lamp in the dark in his eyes.

At this moment, the other Dragon Souls around the burial ground were also alerted.

Dozens of ancient dragon souls rose from their respective graves, gathering around Baroque and started whispering:

"This child’s bloodline does indeed have Red’s characteristics..."

"But it feels very strange, as if it has been polluted by something..."

"Could it have been forcibly activated through those wizards’ stealing rituals?"

"Young people nowadays dare to do anything for power..."

These whispers pierced into Baroque’s heart like steel needles.

His confidence began to crumble, with his deepest, most feared secrets being unveiled layer by layer.

To maintain his last shred of dignity, he began to demonstrate his strength more extravagantly, trying to prove the purity of his bloodline with his power.

But this ostentatious display was all the more obvious to the ancient Dragon Souls.

"Enough, child,"

Red finally spoke, his voice tinged with a trace of disappointment:

"No matter the source of your bloodline, since you have awakened my power, you are my descendant."

"I will not delve into the past, but I hope you understand—true strength relies not on the purity of bloodline but on inner resolve."

Saying this, Red separated a small portion of essence from his soul fire, offering it to Baroque:

"This is my gift, containing thirty Fire Element Crystals and ten Earth Element Crystals. I hope you can make good use of this power."

Although he received recognition from "Flame Dragon" Red, Baroque felt no joy in his heart.

He knew that his deepest secret had been uncovered.

The feeling of doubt and humiliation, of being questioned, caused his anger to flare uncontrollably.

Cecilia stood silently watching everything, disdain flashing in her eyes:

"This man’s ’imperfections’ are being exposed... his beauty is diminishing..."

But soon, her expression turned to one of interest:

"However, this pain and anger, if properly guided, could also become a sort of distorted aesthetic..."