The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1140: Blood Recognition

Chapter 1140: Chapter 1140: Blood Recognition

Two drops of blood in the bowl quickly reacted.

The blood from Little Bai’s face actually devoured Xu Wei’s blood, merging completely into one.

Blood fusion to determine kinship is actually inaccurate among ordinary people.

But among cultivators, it’s indeed a real phenomenon.

Because a cultivator’s blood is not just blood, but a hereditary material carrying the imprint of life.

Inside the blood, there’s a unique mark of an individual, containing their bodily knowledge, even their life experiences.

If the lineages are completely different, the blood will definitely not merge.

Xu Wei was hugely surprised, looking at Long Fei in disbelief.

Long Fei glanced at Little Bai’s face; at the moment, he was staring at Xu Wei, dumbfounded and scared, muttering nonstop, "This is impossible, this is impossible. You’re not him, how can you possibly be him!"

"What are you muttering about?"

Chu Feng gave him a slap, bringing him somewhat back to his senses.

Little Bai’s face covered his face, incredulously stating, "He looks so much like an old acquaintance of mine."

Long Fei frowned and said, "You mean Fu Su, right?"

Little Bai’s face showed a relieved expression as he yelled, "No, how could he be him? It’s been over two thousand years since that person died, how could he possibly be resurrected!"

Xu Wei was confused by his shouting, clueless about what he was screaming about.

"What is a Fu Su? Which brand is it from?"

Glutton Bai Xiaochun asked.

Bai Jie’er smacked her on the head, chiding, "I told you to read more books, but you just won’t listen. ’Fu Su’ is an abbreviation for clothing originating from the Su region. Really uneducated!"

The other women raised their eyebrows, "Are you sure it’s not a flaky pastry from the Fuzhou region?"

"That makes some sense."

"You guys are really knowledgeable, knowing such profound culture."

They discussed among themselves, causing Long Fei to break out in a cold sweat, thinking that the history lessons of this group of women were taught by chefs?

Damn it, Fu Su is the son of the First Emperor, okay?

He was also once the Crown Prince of the Qin State, okay?

He was now certain of Little Bai’s face identity, definitely related to Xu Wei, perhaps truly the first wastrel in history, Hu Hai.

In just over a decade, he squandered the empire his ancestors had struggled to establish.

From his words, it seems Xu Wei might be the reincarnation of Fu Su.

Somehow, someone had arranged all this, giving Long Fei an opportunity, letting Long Fei take Xu Wei under his wing.

This person might be the First Emperor.

Initially, in his pursuit of immortality, he might have been deceived by Xu Fu, turned into a body of the Demon Race.

His sons, one he saved by himself, another who went through a hundred lives to become human again, letting Long Fei encounter him.

If you say that there’s no human intervention behind all this, Long Fei would not believe it.

Chu Feng seemed to have understood; turns out this Blood Emperor might indeed be a once prodigal second-generation from Huaxia.

Unfortunately, this all pertains to his previous life, which had entirely ended after his death.

The current Blood Emperor is just a Demonizer.

Witches are of pure Demonic Bloodline and cannot adapt to the rules of this world.

The Blood Emperor can, proving he is indeed a person from this world.

He asked Long Fei, "How should we deal with this wastrel?"

Long Fei’s eyes swept over Hu Hai, frightening him into repeatedly pleading, "Don’t kill me, I’ve already died once, I can’t die again. I have wealth in the Western Direction, I have savings, I have servants. If you’re willing, I am ready to offer all of it."

"That is not enough to move me."

Long Fei’s eyes revealed a murderous intent.

Hu Hai’s eyes darted around frantically as he implored, "Don’t kill me, I know a secret, you’ll definitely be interested."

In his panic, he dared not say more.

"Speak!"

There were things Long Fei didn’t understand, and in fact, he didn’t really wish to kill him.

After all, the Qin Emperor had left Long Fei an opportunity; the twelve Witch God Flags had proved immensely useful against the Demon Race.

If he were to kill the man’s son, wouldn’t he then make an enemy of this Emperor, whose Cultivation Level was unfathomably advanced?

Besides, this second-generation scion had been obedient to commands, previously wandering solely in the Western Direction and never daring to step a foot across the Great Wall.

If it wasn’t for the Witch’s coercion, Long Fei guessed he wouldn’t have come here to seek his own suffering.

Afraid that Long Fei would change his mind, Hu Hai hastily sought to demonstrate his value, urgently asking, "Do you know why the Demon Race has launched a massive invasion into Huaxia?"

Chu Feng cursed, "Nonsense, if we knew, would we be asking you?"

Hu Hai mumbled, "That’s the secret I want to tell you. This Lunar New Year, there will be a change between heaven and earth. It is said that a world will briefly merge with ours. When that happens, the Spiritual Roots and Divine Medicine lost to our world in the past will reappear in the Human Realm. Whoever seizes those opportunities will be able to rule both worlds, and might even have a chance at immortality. That’s why the Demon Race is so determined to convert the animals of this world. I was living well in the Western Direction, but they forcibly dragged me to become a servant, against my will!"

He seemed genuinely grieved, a grown man, a dignified Blood Emperor, managing to squeeze out tears, sobbing messily, a sight of sheer grievance.

It was Long Fei’s fault as well; he thought that with such a coward in charge, it would be no wonder if the Qin Dynasty didn’t perish.

Back when the Qin Emperor was resurrected and emerged from his tomb, it was unknown what he felt, but he must have been disappointed with this world.

The temptation of an Emperor’s throne was no longer so great for the Qin Emperor in pursuit of immortality and eternal youth.

His abandonment of all worldly concerns was quite natural.

Once you’ve stepped out of this ant nest and become a person of the greater world, naturally, you wouldn’t wish to return to the ant nest.

Even if you were once an Emperor within that ant nest.

Hu Hai’s words confirmed the suspicions in Long Fei’s heart.

He did not lower his guard around this man, placed a drop of fresh blood on his forehead, and commanded, "If you want to live, open your Divine Sea."

Half-human, half-demon, he was slightly different compared to the pure Demon Race in that he possessed a Divine Sea.

The pure Demon Race relies solely on their physical bodies and are incapable of opening the Secret Realm of the Divine Sea.

Hu Hai unexpectedly lowered his defenses without hesitation, allowing Long Fei to imprint a Spiritual Imprint into it.

He struggled to kneel, his body too weak to straighten up, frantically pleading, "As long as you don’t kill me, you will be my master from now on, and I will be your servant, I will not speak a second word against this."

"You coward!"

Chu Feng swore at him in the Guanzhong dialect, too lazy to indulge the coward any further.

After all, the Blood Clan had injured Hua Qianmo, leaving him full of repressed anger.

Now seeing the Blood Emperor so cowardly, even the thought of killing Hu Hai felt like it would dirty his hands.

Long Fei watched on happily, musing if the Chu Family really had anything to do with the King of Chu, bursting into madness at the sight of the Ying Clan Bloodline?

He instructed Hu Hai, "Hu Hai is dead, let him be thoroughly dead! From now on, you will be called Ying Er, do you agree?"

"Agreed, agreed, thank you, Master, for granting me a name!"

Hu Hai nodded repeatedly, utterly spineless.

Xu Wei watched him, and for some reason, his fingers involuntarily clenched.

Despite this being their first meeting, he had an inexplicable urge to beat this man up.