Chapter 5738 Sacred Pool Baptism
The path ahead wasn’t particularly wide, but it wasn’t narrow either. If two groups wanted to pass each other, they could do so with ease. However, the Bi family’s people deliberately blocked most of the path, leaving only a narrow gap.
Seemingly too elated by his rank to notice them, Long Chen strode forward without hesitation. Just as he was about to brush past one of the Bi family’s members, that person suddenly slammed his shoulder into him.
“Careful!” shouted Luo Yanfeng.
Luo Yanfeng hadn’t expected such blatant provocation. Outraged, he reached out to help Long Chen.
“Aiya!”
Long Chen stumbled back, his arms flailing wildly. In a perfectly “accidental” motion, his hand smacked the face of the person who had bumped into him.
Pow!
The sound wasn’t too loud, but it was crisp and clear. Everyone heard it.
The Bi family disciple who had bumped into Long Chen only meant to humiliate Long Chen, so he hadn’t used much force. After all, attacking someone inside the clan was strictly forbidden, and the offender could be severely punished.
But before he could even gloat over his petty act, Long Chen’s “misstep” resulted in a vicious slap to his face. The impact left him dazed, the world spinning around him. If not for someone catching him, he would have collapsed to the ground.
For a moment, everyone was stunned. Long Chen’s slap looked a bit odd: both accidental and intentional.
“How dare you attack us here?!” shouted one of the Bi family’s experts.
“You were the ones who intentionally bumped into him! Long Chen was knocked down, and in the process, he touched one of you. How dare you accuse him of such a thing?” retorted Luo Ying.
“Who said we did it on purpose?!”
“Oh? So now you’re playing dumb?”
“And what if we are?”
It suddenly became a shouting match. The Bi family’s group had clearly come to stir up trouble, their arrogance grating on the Luo family’s disciples, who refused to back down.
As for the “pitiful” Long Chen who had been knocked down, he watched the shitshow contemptuously. This whole scene was laughably childish. These people had never seen a true battle. They were like sheltered children throwing tantrums.
Either they were still in their rebellious phase, or generations of peace had turned them into arrogant fools. Long Chen felt as though they belonged to an entirely different world.
The Luo family disciples formed a protective barrier around Long Chen, believing that he was too weak to defend himself.
“Do you guys think you’re bigshots just because you have a new rank-nine bloodline expert? The Luo family really has declined! Has Luo Zichuan not died yet?” sneered one of the Bi family’s disciples.
Snap!
“You fucker!”
Long Chen’s temper exploded. In a flash, he lunged forward, his hand moving like lightning. Before anyone could react, he grabbed the arrogant disciple’s chin tightly.
“Who let you run your mouth?” Long Chen snarled, his fingers clenching.
Crack!
Blood sprayed as the disciple’s mouth was crushed in Long Chen’s grip. A strangled cry escaped him before he could even register the pain.
Then, with a vicious kick, Long Chen crushed the thing between his crotch. His legs spasmed before crossing over each other in agony.
Long Chen’s expression was dark, his body trembling with suppressed rage. This man dared to insult his grandfather? The very thought of his grandfather’s state sent a murderous impulse surging through Long Chen. If not for his self-restraint, he would have ended the man’s life right then and there.
Luo Yanfeng and the others were shocked. Who would have thought that the weak-looking newcomer was actually so vicious?
Although that disciple didn’t die, his frightening state shocked everyone. The Bi family’s experts were scared stiff.
“You brats better watch your mouths. Say something like that again, and I’ll make you regret being born!” Long Chen roared, his voice like rolling thunder.
A wave of killing intent radiated from him, sending chills down their spines.
This was not an ordinary threat—it was a promise, one backed by a lifetime of slaughter. After all, Long Chen had fought in endless battles and slain countless enemies. His killing intent was overwhelming for most experts.
Usually, Long Chen would do his best to calm down and not let his killing intent affect his mind, which would only foster the growth of his heart-devil.
However, when he got angry, his killing intent would automatically erupt. It was so intense that it would make even experienced warriors shiver, let alone a group of children that had grown up in a greenhouse.
“You… you dare to attack us?! Just you wait, we’ll report this to the law enforcement hall! Just wait for your punishment!” one of them stammered before the group hastily fled, dragging their unconscious comrade along.
Seeing them run off, Long Chen was still clenching his teeth angrily.
Luo Ying hastily patted him on the back and said, “Don’t worry, we have our people in the law enforcement hall as well. In any case, they provoked you first. Even though you injured one of them, it is forgivable. At most, you’ll have to apologize and pay a fine in violet crystals.”
Seeing Long Chen still trembling, the others assumed he was scared and hurried to comfort him.
They had no idea his shaking was from holding back his killing intent. Those ignorant fools were testing the limits of his patience.
It hadn’t even been half a day since he entered the violet blood race, yet he already felt on the verge of losing control. But for his grandfather… for his mother… he endured.
“Long Chen, your strength is insane. That kick nearly blew him apart!” one of the Luo family’s disciples said in awe.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Long Chen’s kick had been terrifying. The opponent was a nine-vein Heaven Saint, yet his violet qi divine light—the natural protective layer of a Heaven Saint—had shattered on impact.
Long Chen silently thanked his bloodline power for automatically suppressing his strength. If he had gone all out, that kick would have outright killed the fool.
“Let’s go. You’ll enjoy being a core disciple,” Luo Yanfeng said. “Even if they report you, it’ll take at least ten days for any action to be taken. Don’t worry about it.”
Under their guidance, Long Chen was taken to an administrative hall, where he received a status plate, clothing, and other essentials. However, he immediately rejected the clan robes, preferring to stick to his all-black attire.
When asked what weapon he wanted, he chose the most common option—a sword.
Holding the blade, Long Chen couldn’t help but admire the violet blood race’s foundation. This was no ordinary weapon—it was a Human Emperor divine sword, and its runes were designed specifically to contain violet blood power. Only those of the clan could activate these sharp, powerful weapons.
With his status plate, Luo Yanfeng led Long Chen to a transportation formation. After one short teleportation, they arrived at a mountain gate.
Luo Yanfeng explained, “Brother, that is where you’ll undergo the sacred pool baptism. We’ve gone through it, so we can’t accompany you. Just bring your tablet with you. The baptism will automatically awaken your violet blood veins. You won’t have to do anything. Once you’re inside, try to avoid unnecessary conflict. After all, we can’t look after you once you’re inside.”
“Many thanks.”
Long Chen nodded and walked in with his tablet.