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"This is… Xiao Yu's aura."
Sensing a familiar presence near the ancient stone tablet, Mo Yu froze briefly before muttering to himself.
Having spent so many years with Xiao Yu, Mo Yu was certain he wouldn't mistake this aura. Undoubtedly, Xiao Yu had been here.
"Sister Xiao Yu has been here? Does that mean she's been recognized by the ancestor of the Xiao Clan?"
Lei Fei'er was similarly surprised, but a smile quickly surfaced on her face.
The Xiao Clan had fallen into decline, with very few outstanding clansmen left. By Xiao Yu's standards, if placed during the Xiao Clan's golden age, she wouldn't have been noteworthy and would never have earned the approval of the Dou Sheng known as the 'Fairy Xiao.'
However, times had changed. Once the foremost family on the Dou Qi Continent, the Xiao Clan was now a mere shadow of its former self, reduced to an insignificant family in the Northwestern Continent. Its former glory was long gone.
Under such circumstances, as long as Xiao Yu reached this place, she would likely gain the acknowledgment of the Xiao Clan Dou Sheng. After all, the Xiao Clan could no longer afford to be selective.
Moreover, Xiao Yu's identity as a member of the Xiao Clan's main bloodline would have made her highly esteemed in the clan, had it not fallen into decline.
"In that case, let's wait outside for now," Mo Yu said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
In his opinion, if Xiao Yu had come here, she was likely undergoing the inheritance ritual bestowed by the Xiao Clan Dou Sheng.
"Alright."
Lei Fei'er nodded gently. However, just as the two prepared to find a place to rest, the ancient flute engraving on the stone tablet suddenly emitted a radiant glow. Moments later, a graceful and regal female voice echoed from within.
"Are you Yu'er's fiancée? Yu'er is currently undergoing the inheritance. You may enter and wait."
Hearing this, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned before realizing the voice most likely belonged to the tomb's owner—the Xiao Clan Dou Sheng known as the 'Fairy Xiao.'
Exchanging glances with Lei Fei'er, Mo Yu eventually nodded and said, "Since the senior has invited us, we should go in."
In Mo Yu's view, this Xiao Clan Dou Sheng likely harbored no ill intentions toward them. Besides, if anything unexpected happened, Lei Zhen's strength would be enough to sense it and intervene.
With that thought, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er approached the stone tablet. Placing their hands on its surface, they felt a surge of energy envelop them. In an instant, their figures disappeared.
As the overwhelming brightness gradually faded, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er opened their eyes to find themselves standing before a grand, ancient palace.
Though this palace wasn't as imposing as Lei Zhen's, it exuded an elegant and serene atmosphere, reflecting its female owner's refined nature.
At the center of the hall stood a lone woman in a green dress. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, radiating youthful vitality despite the passage of countless years. Her presence was both graceful and awe-inspiring.
Before the woman lay a pool of crystal-clear water, with delicate green lotuses floating on its surface, exuding a faint and refreshing fragrance.
Within the lotus pool sat a meditating figure, a faint ripple of energy swirling around her. It was none other than Xiao Yu.
Sensing Mo Yu's arrival, Xiao Yu's lips curved into a faint smile. However, she didn't exit her meditative state.
Mo Yu could feel the transformation occurring within Xiao Yu's body, a metamorphosis that promised unimaginable benefits.
"You're from the Lei Clan, aren't you?" The green-dressed woman turned around gracefully, revealing her flawless face, and spoke in a calm tone.
Feeling the invisible pressure emanating from the woman, Mo Yu shifted his gaze from Xiao Yu to her. For a moment, he was awestruck by her youthful appearance before respectfully addressing her.
"Junior Mo Yu of the Lei Clan, and Lei Fei'er, greets Senior Fairy Xiao."
"Mo Yu… So you're the fiancée Yu'er mentioned. That means you're also from the Northwestern Region. I didn't expect my Xiao Clan to have fallen so far."
The green-dressed woman sighed softly, her exquisite face tinged with melancholy.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was taken aback. He hadn't expected this 'Fairy Xiao' to also know about Xiao Xuan.
Then again, it made sense. Despite the thousand-year gap between Fairy Xiao and Xiao Xuan, for a Dou Sheng, a millennium was hardly significant.
"Senior, according to my clan's records, when Xiao Xuan succeeded as the Xiao Clan patriarch, the Dou Di bloodline of the Xiao Clan was already in decline. To reverse this situation, Xiao Xuan took a desperate gamble.
He employed a secret technique that gathered the bloodline power of nearly the entire clan to attempt a breakthrough to Dou Di, hoping to reignite the Xiao Clan's Dou Di bloodline.
Unfortunately, Xiao Xuan ultimately failed. Not only did his attempt to become a Dou Di fall short, but the Xiao Clan also suffered an ambush from the Hun Clan. As a result, the Xiao Clan was reduced to its current state, confined to a remote corner of the Northwestern Continent." Mo Yu explained.
"So it truly was due to the weakening of the bloodline…" The green-dressed woman sighed softly before continuing.
"The old patriach was right. Xiao Xuan was indeed exceptionally talented but overly ambitious.
Sometimes, aiming too high is not necessarily a good thing. It's no wonder the old patriach predicted that if Xiao Xuan couldn't lead the Xiao Clan to glory, he would instead bring about its destruction."
"Oh? The old patriach's judgment was that accurate?" Mo Yu raised an eyebrow.
Though the Xiao Clan had fallen into decline, if Xiao Xuan had succeeded in becoming a Dou Di, the outcome would have been entirely different. The Xiao Clan would have experienced unprecedented glory.
Thus, it was difficult to say whether Xiao Xuan's actions were right or wrong.
For a Dou Di clan like the Xiao Clan, once the bloodline began to wane, the clan was destined to fade away.
Of course, even if Xiao Xuan hadn't taken the risk, his strength alone could have protected the Xiao Clan for another millennium. Perhaps by then, circumstances might have changed.
Xiao Xuan's only mistake—or perhaps his miscalculation—was failing to realize that the Dou Qi Continent no longer had the Emperor's Origin Essence necessary for a Dou Di breakthrough. As such, his endeavor was doomed from the start.
It wasn't entirely fair to place the blame solely on Xiao Xuan. After all, the existence of the Emperor's Origin Essence was known to no more than a handful of individuals across the entire continent.
As Mo Yu conversed with the woman in green, a sudden cry erupted from Xiao Yu, who was seated atop the green lotus. A peculiar ripple of energy spread from her body, followed by streams of crimson blood slowly seeping out of the lotus.
The blood coalesced into a thumb-sized, crimson diamond crystal, which then shot upwards as a brilliant red streak, piercing straight into Xiao Yu's heart.
When the crimson diamond entered Xiao Yu's heart, her body shuddered violently. Fortunately, though the crystal appeared solid, it mysteriously fused seamlessly into her heart, settling at its core. Threads of red light radiated outward, strengthening the rhythm of her heartbeat.
"Boom!"
In that instant, a transformative change swept over Xiao Yu, as an inexplicable aura surged from within her.
"Hu..."
The green-robed woman exhaled deeply before smiling and saying, "It's done. Yu'er's bloodline concentration has finally improved."
"Thank you, Senior!"
Mo Yu's heart finally eased at the sight of Xiao Yu's transformation. He quickly expressed his gratitude to the woman in green. Though he didn't know the extent of the enhancement in Xiao Yu's bloodline, Mo Yu could vaguely sense that even Mu Mang of the Lei Clan couldn't match her now.
Her bloodline concentration should rival that of an eighth-grade level! Gratefulness filled Mo Yu's heart as he looked at the Xiao Clan Dou Sheng before him.
The woman in green shook her head lightly at his thanks and replied with a gentle smile, "No need to thank me. Yu'er is one of the few remaining members of the Xiao Clan. As a Xiao Clan elder, helping her restore her bloodline is my duty.
"If anything, I should be thanking you. Without the Bloodline Reversion Pill you prepared, even my efforts wouldn't have been enough to restore her bloodline to this degree."
"The Bloodline Reversion Pill..." Mo Yu nodded. As an eighth-grade pill, it indeed possessed remarkable effects. Without it, even with the Xiao Clan Dou Sheng's assistance, Xiao Yu's bloodline concentration wouldn't have improved so significantly.
As Mo Yu pondered, Xiao Yu's aura began to surge violently. Within moments, her cultivation rocketed from Dou Huang to Dou Zong, and then quickly peaked at Dou Zong.
"Dou Zong peak already..." Mo Yu raised an eyebrow at the sight. As expected of the Dou Di bloodline, such rapid cultivation speed would dazzle countless individuals across the Northwest Continent.
But Xiao Yu's breakthroughs didn't end there. After staying at the peak of Dou Zong for several minutes, her aura surged once again, climbing toward the Dou Zun realm.
"Boom!"
With the shattering of a barrier, a powerful aura erupted from Xiao Yu's body. In the blink of an eye, she broke through the Dou Zong realm and reached Dou Zun!
One-star Dou Zun, two-star Dou Zun, three-star Dou Zun!
Only upon reaching three-star Dou Zun did Xiao Yu's aura stabilize. A newfound noble aura emanated from her, radiating elegance and strength.
"Sister Xiao Yu has succeeded..." Lei Fei'er, standing beside Mo Yu, smiled softly.
"Indeed, eighth-grade bloodline and three-star Dou Zun. From now on, Yu'er is truly a genius..." Mo Yu was genuinely happy for Xiao Yu.
Though this talent and strength might not be unparalleled on the Dou Qi Continent, they were far from weak. Compared to the old Xiao Yu, the difference was like heaven and earth.
What's more, Mo Yu knew that once Xiao Yan broke through to Dou Di, the Xiao Clan's bloodline would undergo another surge. Since Xiao Yu and Xiao Yan were closely related, her bloodline would also experience another dramatic enhancement!
"Yu'er, calm your mind. I will now inscribe the clan mark for you," the woman in green suddenly said, leaping to Xiao Yu's side.
Hearing this, Xiao Yu, still with her eyes closed, slowly nodded and exposed her fair forehead.
"The Xiao Clan mark requires nine strokes. Since the clan's Mysterious Dragon Pen is not in my possession, I will personally inscribe the mark for Yu'er. However, it will take considerable time. Please wait patiently," the woman in green explained while using her slender fingers as a pen to begin drawing on Xiao Yu's forehead.
Mo Yu naturally understood and nodded. He and Lei Fei'er moved to a comfortable spot nearby to wait quietly.
The complexity of the clan mark's inscription far exceeded Mo Yu's expectations. What he had thought would be a simple task turned out to be a meticulous and challenging process.
Though the strokes appeared simple, the requirements for Dou Qi precision and control were extraordinarily demanding. Only now did Mo Yu realize the tragedy of the Xiao Clan compared to ancient clans like the Lei Clan, where clan marks were directly bestowed by elders.
Thankfully, time was abundant in the Heavenly Tomb, and with a Xiao Clan Dou Sheng personally overseeing the process, it wasn't an insurmountable challenge.
Time passed quickly amidst the inscription of the clan mark.
A month later, within the grand hall filled with an ancient and serene aura, Xiao Yu sat cross-legged, her aura robust and steady. On her fair forehead, the green-robed woman's hands traced delicate red lines, bringing the mark to life.
As the eighth stroke was completed, an intricate and energy-infused clan mark took shape.
Mo Yu nodded as he observed the mark with satisfaction. Completing eight strokes in just a month was impressive, a testament to the skills of the Dou Sheng known as the "Fairy Xiao."
By his estimation, if an ordinary Xiao Clan patriarch had attempted the inscription, it would have taken several years.
As Mo Yu marveled, a faint red dot began to emerge on Xiao Yu's forehead.
Seeing this, Lei Fei'er's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Senior Xiao is pushing to inscribe the ninth stroke. This means Sister Xiao Yu will soon have a complete clan mark."
As Lei Fei'er spoke, the final stroke of the clan mark was gradually completed with deliberate but smooth movements. The flowing beauty of the process left an impression of elegance and precision.
"Ha-ha! Yu'er will have her own clan mark!"
With Mo Yu's joyous exclamation, the final stroke was completed, forming a profound and radiant red mark on Xiao Yu's forehead.
"Buzz!"
As the clan mark solidified, the flow of blood within Xiao Yu's body quickened dramatically. A strange sound resonated from within her, spreading throughout her entire being.
"It's done."
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