Chapter 4: The Awakening of Bloodline and the Sword of Slaughter-Minha irmã teve o osso celestial arrancado? Empunho a espada mágica e massacro na masmorra(Três doses de vinho por dia.)

Night. The hazy moonlight spilled through the window onto the bedside.

Ye Xiao’s brows twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"My... my eyes..."

Just then, a somewhat aged voice sounded from nearby.

"Your eyes are fine now, though you may feel some lingering pain for a short time."

The sudden voice startled Ye Xiao. He sat up abruptly, feeling his bones creak throughout his body. He endured the pain and turned his head, only to see an elderly man lying on a recliner by the window. The man held a long-stemmed pipe, and as he inhaled and exhaled, his entire figure seemed veiled in swirling smoke.

"Was it you, senior, who saved me?" Ye Xiao asked.

The old man sighed and spoke slowly: "Eight hundred years. It has been so long since a possessor of the bloodline appeared in the Ye family; naturally, I could not just stand by and watch."

"Bloodline... possessor?" Ye Xiao was taken aback.

The old man sat up straight and tapped his pipe gently against the armrest of the recliner. "The Ye family is a clan with a history spanning nearly a thousand years; it is not as simple as you think."

He stood up, walked over to Ye Xiao, and continued: "The ancestors of the Ye family relied on this nearly invincible bloodline power. Yet, who would have thought that in the last hundred years, the Ye family would fall to such a state! Until... your appearance!"

Listening to the old man's words, Ye Xiao felt deeply shaken.

"Then, senior, are you also a member of the Ye family?" Ye Xiao asked. Given the old man’s profound knowledge, he must be a reclusive ancestor of the clan.

"Me? Hahahaha." The old man waved his hand dismissively and didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and beckoned slightly toward Ye Xiao’s dantian.

Ye Xiao felt a strange sensation stirring within his dantian. Suddenly, a streak of black light shot out from his core and landed steadily in the old man's hand.

Only then did the old man speak with a complex expression: "I am merely a humble Sword Guardian."

Ye Xiao looked at the object in the old man’s hand, his body trembling. "That is... that broken sword!"

Indeed, in the old man's hand was the very same black broken sword that had flown from the ancestral hall of the Ye family.

The old man gently stroked the blade, his expression deepening in complexity. "This is no ordinary sword; it is the personal weapon of the Ye family's ancestors! Eight hundred years ago, the clan leader of that era fought a Demon Venerable of the Demon race. Though he emerged victorious, this sword was shattered in the process."

After speaking, the old man waved his hand, and the broken sword vanished back into Ye Xiao’s dantian.

"Currently, your bloodline has awakened, but it is far too weak; you cannot command this Sword of Slaughter. You must have felt it—in today’s battle, your life force was draining rapidly. You now have only three months left to live."

Ye Xiao smiled faintly. "Three months? It doesn't matter. I am alone in this world now, and even Yanran..."

He paused, suddenly remembering something, and asked urgently: "Senior! Where is my sister?" Although he believed his sister was likely dead, he wanted to see her one last time.

"Oh, you mean that girl? She is in the next room."

Ye Xiao struggled to get out of bed. "May I go see her?"

The old man shook his head. "It can wait until tomorrow. What you need to consider now is how to extend your life!"

Ye Xiao shrugged indifferently. "It doesn't matter. Since Yanran is gone, I will bury her tomorrow and then head to the Xuanhuang Sect. The culprit who caused this still remains there!" A profound hatred burned in Ye Xiao's eyes as he spoke.

The old man fell silent for a moment. "I cannot stop you from seeking revenge! As her brother, this is a duty you must fulfill. But..." The old man looked up at Ye Xiao and delivered words that left him utterly stunned.

"Who told you your sister was dead?"

"What?!"

Ignoring the sharp pain in his body, Ye Xiao stepped forward, grabbed the old man’s arm, and asked excitedly: "Senior! Are you saying Yanran is still alive?"

The old man nodded slowly. "Indeed. Though her Immortal Bone was gouged out, the lingering power of that bone protected her final breath. I have used a secret technique to seal her, ensuring she will not truly die for at least ten years. During this time, if you can find another Immortal Bone or some heaven-defying treasures, she may yet recover."

"So... do you still think it doesn't matter?"

A look of wild joy broke across Ye Xiao's face. As long as there was a chance, he would give everything! He knelt on the floor with a thud and kowtowed three times to the old man. "I beg you, senior, save me!"

The old man reached out, and a gentle force lifted Ye Xiao up. "Do you know of the Chaos Sword Canon?"

The old man tossed out a seemingly unrelated question.

Ye Xiao was startled, then replied: "I have heard of it. It is said to have been left behind by the first supreme expert in our Southern Border to achieve the Imperial Realm through the path of the sword."

The old man nodded. "Correct. Your bloodline is too weak, and this Sword of Slaughter is too powerful. Often, you will be unable to resist the murderous intent inherent in the blade. Therefore, you must do two things."

The old man paused, then continued: "First, you must increase your own strength and bloodline power! The former is easy; having been cleansed by the bloodline, your talent is no longer what it once was. As for the latter..." The old man looked at Ye Xiao hesitantly, but seeing his firm gaze, he nodded.

"The Ye family’s bloodline is unique; the more you slaughter, the stronger it becomes! Therefore, you must continue to kill! But there is a drawback: excessive slaughter will damage your foundation and may eventually turn you into a madman who knows only how to kill."

Ye Xiao frowned, sensing the severity of the situation. "Senior, you must have a way to solve this, right?"

"There is a way, though it will not be easy," the old man said. "In the Southern Border, there is an Yin-Yang Academy, whose power is no less than the three great sects of the region. Within this academy lies a treasure called the Stone of Haoran Righteousness; it can ensure your sanity is not eroded by bloodlust. However, obtaining this treasure is no simple feat."

Ye Xiao said in a deep voice: "Where is this Yin-Yang Academy? No matter how difficult it is, I will obtain it!" He understood that to save his sister, he needed overwhelming power.

"Good, you have the guts!" The old man nodded in approval. Ye Xiao’s character and his love for his sister pleased him.

"The second thing is that you must find the Chaos Sword Canon within three years. I have temporarily sealed the Sword of Slaughter, but it will not last forever! You must use the Chaos Sword Canon to suppress it. Otherwise, it will unconsciously draw upon your bloodline, causing your life force to drain rapidly once more."

This left Ye Xiao stumped. Based on what the old man said, even he did not know where the Chaos Sword Canon was, so how was he supposed to find it? But at least he had three years; he still had a chance!

"Furthermore, to enhance your bloodline, slaughter alone is not enough; you need the proper cultivation technique."

The old man turned and rummaged through a wooden chest. Soon, he pulled out a yellowed book. "This is the secret of the Ye family. Because no one has awakened the bloodline for so long, it has been set aside. Take it and look."

Ye Xiao took the book hesitantly and looked down to see three blood-red characters on the cover: "Blood Scripture!"