Purple Blood Sacred Emperor

"Chi..." A stunning white light flashed from the huge stone touched by the youth's hand, gradually dimming until it completely disappeared without a trace, yet the youth's hand remained on the stone. "How many times has he tested?" Several youths surrounded the stone, watching the youth who refused to retract his hand from the stone with complex expressions. "It's the eighth time since morning," a chubby child said. "He's tried eight times already. Why does he keep trying? Doesn't he know that the result before the Heavenly Stone is infallible?" a pitiful youth lamented. Before the Heavenly Stone, bloodlines were tested: gray, black, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, with purple blood being the highest. But no one expected that the youth in front of the stone didn't test any of the nine-star bloodlines but instead tested a white bloodline beyond the nine-star bloodlines. "White bloodline, innate waste blood. No matter how many times you test, you won't be able to change this result," suddenly, a handsome young man with a white robe walked over, exuding a compelling aura. "Brother Yu." "Brother Qin Yu." The youths around cast respectful gazes at the young man named Qin Yu. In today's test, a total of one hundred people from the Hammer Stone Tribe participated, and Qin Yu's tested bloodline turned out to be the best, unexpectedly being a red bloodline. While most others tested gray or black bloodlines, with black being the highest in their tribe, Qin Yu had become the undisputed leader among the younger generation of the tribe, replacing the previous "leader" who was in front of the Heavenly Stone. Qin Yu's words made the youth in front of the Heavenly Stone tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand from the Heavenly Stone, his eyes full of confusion. However, just when everyone thought the youth was about to leave, a hint of unwillingness suddenly flashed in his eyes. He lifted his hand and pressed it on the Heavenly Stone for the ninth time. A buzzing sound resonated, and a bright light erupted from the Heavenly Stone, followed by a tremendous recoil force that sent the youth flying out, coughing up blood in a sorry state. His thin face became even paler, filled with despair. "I told you, no matter how many times you test, you won't be able to change this result," Qin Yu walked up to the youth and squatted down gently, whispering, "I didn't expect that the Chief, with all his martial prowess, would have such a waste as you. You might as well just die and save the tribe's food!" A glimmer of determination suddenly flashed in the youth's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment before disappearing, replaced by confusion. His name was Qin Mo, the son of the deputy chief of the Hammer Stone Tribe. He used to be the most dazzling star in the entire tribe, but during his coming-of-age ceremony, the bloodline test plunged him into the abyss. "White, white waste blood!" Back in his stone house, Qin Mo muttered to himself. Suddenly, he stood up, fiercely punching the stone table, cracking it with immense force. His hand was also scratched, blood flowing, but it was red, not white as tested by the Heavenly Stone, which seemed somewhat unreal. However, no one knew better than him that this was real. The bloodline test before the Heavenly Stone only measured the innate talent of the bloodline, not the color of the blood that would be tested. "Damn it, why white? Even gray would be fine!" Qin Mo complained angrily, even feeling a bit lucky. Even if it were a gray bloodline, he could still open his acupoints and proudly become a warrior of the human race. But now, testing a white bloodline meant he couldn't open his acupoints at all. Unable to open his acupoints meant he could never cultivate. In this world where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, he was just like what Qin Yu said, a waste of the tribe's already scarce resources. Never before had Qin Mo hated white so much, nor had he felt so helpless and lost. "But damn it, it's white. Damn white, damn it..." As he cursed, Qin Mo gradually calmed down. Suddenly, another world floated into his mind, a world completely different from the one he was in now. In that world, he was pampered, with everything he needed at his fingertips. Even if the sky fell, there were two people to support him, his real parents, two kind old folks. For some reason, he crossed over to this world. At first, like many rebellious children who left home, Qin Mo didn't care at all about his two kind parents at home. Here, he was the deputy chief, a genius born with the strength of five hundred jin, the focus of everyone's attention. However, the bloodline test during his coming-of-age ceremony completely shattered him... Unconsciously, he walked out of the stone house, facing the strange gazes of adults and children in the tribe, and headed towards the back mountain. Sitting in front of the cliff, he closed his eyes, letting the mountain wind blow his clothes. "It's been two months. I wonder if you two are doing well?" Qin Mo looked at the distant clouds, where it seemed like two faces were smiling at him. Feeling bitter in his heart, in that world, he wasn't a good son. From childhood to adulthood, fighting and causing trouble were commonplace, yet those two "kind parents" in his eyes tried their best to patch up his shortcomings. But he never appreciated it, thinking it was all just as it should be. Now, looking back, he felt guilty. Growing up, he had never fulfilled his duties as a son. Even such simple tasks as serving a bowl of rice, pouring a cup of tea, or lighting a cigarette, he had never done for them. "Qin Mo, you're such a useless, cowardly, and despicable thing!" He cursed inwardly, hoping to alleviate some of his self-blame and guilt. "Thinking of jumping off the cliff?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind. This voice was familiar to Qin Mo. It was the chief of the Hammer Stone Tribe, also his father in this body, Qin Lin. He was a tall, rugged man standing there, exuding a strong sense of oppression from head to toe, the aura of a strong man, belonging to the strong of this world. "Go ahead, I'm waiting to collect your corpse," seeing him silent, Qin Lin continued. Qin Mo, who was boiling with resentment, suddenly calmed down. Although this was a cheap dad, how could he treat his own flesh and blood like this? What kind of father said, "Go ahead, I'm waiting to collect your corpse"? Did even collecting his corpse waste his time? Turning around, Qin Mo looked at the man in front of him, his cheap dad, and asked in a deep voice, "Why should I jump?" "Don't even have the courage to die?" Qin Lin retorted. "I never even thought about dying. Why would I lack the courage to die?" Qin Mo retorted angrily. "Oh." Qin Lin said calmly, turned around, and prepared to leave. "Hey hey hey, aren't you going to ask me why I'm standing here?" Qin Mo couldn't stand having such a dad. Though he was an adoptive father, theoretically, this body was his son's. "Why?" Qin Lin's voice was like a gentle breeze, neither cold nor indifferent. But unfortunately, when this expression fell into Qin Mo's eyes, it became the spark that ignited Qin Mo's resentment. "Why don't you come and enjoy the breeze? Or admire the scenery? I mean, are you really my father? Your son has suffered such a huge blow, and you don't even console me. Instead, you come to watch me jump off a cliff. Am I truly your own flesh and blood? Aren't you afraid I'll actually die for you to witness?"