Chapter 404: Ghost Sword Lin Xuan (1/2)

While Xue Wei was rooted in his thoughts, Ghost Sword Lin Xuan arrived at the study, looking stoic.

His body was sturdy, and his face expressionless.

He was polite as he bowed to the people present, but even when looking at Xue Wei did he not display any surprise, instead he showed utmost respect.

Anyone who was able to have gathered the Retired Emperor, the Grand Elder, and the current Emperor had to be a person of utmost importance, and he dared not be complacent.

The older men present were all pleased with his way of behaving, and they nodded amiably to him.

”Lin Xuan, we can give you strength, unlike any you have ever encountered before. We can purify your bloodline and make you mutate to a stage where you have never been before.

”Unfortunately, this boost in strength comes with an expensive cost, you have to withstand a lot of pain, and if you cannot handle it, then you might die or become a cripple.

”The strength you get is a bloodline that is unlike before, and your potential will soar.

”You have been stuck at the Sky Saint ninth layer for a long time, but with this mutation, you might be able to reach a higher realm; only the heavens will know your final destination.”

The more the current Emperor spoke, the shinier, the eyes of Lin Xuan became.

His race limited Lin Xuan. Although he could become a Saint, and even a Sky Saint, he was unable to advance further with his current bloodline.

He had tried for a decade to break through, but he had failed time and time again, which had proven that his limits had been reached.

When he heard that there was a chance to break through, a chance to get a new foundation and to improve his potential, his eyes shone with light and excitement. Even if there was a risk of dying, he was willing to take the chance.

Xue Wei looked at him, ”cut your arm,” he said, and the man, without hesitation, took his arm and cut a long gash on it. Xue Wei also cut a wound on his arm, and the blood dripped down on Lin Xuan's open wound.

Lin Xuan felt an intense pain spike into his body with each drop of blood that merged with his body. The spikes increased in intensity, and he started trembling.

After dropping around fifty drops of blood onto the Ghost Sword's arm, Xue Wei wiped his wound and used his wood affinity to heal it.

As he stopped bleeding, he continued to look at Primordial Beast in front of him, who was convulsing in pain but refusing to let out even the slightest sound.

Xue Wei was apathetic as he looked at the Primordial Beast. He had no clue if he had used too much blood or too little. He only knew that he had taken a guess and hoped that it would work out.