Abandoned By My Bloodline, I Rise As A Vampire Lord

Blue Planet. Yujing City. The Su Manor. Inside a luxurious and elegant hall stood a stern‑faced middle‑aged man. He lifted his porcelain teacup high in the air. Bang! Tea splashed everywhere, shards of porcelain scattering across the marble floor. “Rebellious boy, get on your knees!” “The Su family inherits the supreme martial arts legacy of our realm. Our clansmen stand at the front line, fighting to fend off the star‑beasts. Every member of this household is a dragon among men — how could we produce a useless trash like you!” “You are already eighteen, yet you have only reached the Third Layer of the Origin Opening Realm. Not a single trace of progress for half a month. Your younger brother tried to teach you out of kindness, but you accused him of stealing your birthright, shouted for him to get out of the Su Manor, and even dared to strike him!” “Is this the way I raised you?!” Rage burned hotter with every word he spoke. A menacing aura surged from his body, swallowing the bright hall in thick killing intent. The crystal chandelier hanging overhead trembled violently. Beside him stood a stunning noble lady. She shot a frigid glance at the lonely young man in the hall, then turned her soft, tender gaze toward the boy beside her. “Yangyang, do not worry. You will always be our child. Even if Su Ye must leave this house, Mother will never let you go.” The youth beside the noble lady was Su Yang, handsome and extraordinary. A clear palm print marked one side of his fair face, yet his eyes glistened with gratitude. “Mother… I do not wish to leave you, nor my elder sisters…” On Su Yang’s other side stood two peerlessly beautiful young girls. They stared at the isolated boy in the hall with undisguised disgust. Su Mingyue: “I told you we never should have brought Su Ye back. A gutter rat from the slums is beyond saving.” Su Xingchen: “I, Su Xingchen, recognise only Su Yang as my brother. Su Ye does not deserve the blood of the Su family!” In the centre of the hall, the teenage boy looked as if the whole world had turned its back on him. Thin, pale. Heavy dark shadows hung beneath his eyes. At this very moment, his gaze was blank and confused. What on earth was happening? One second he was cramming exam questions for the civil service test, the next… he was caught in this violent storm of anger? A flood of foreign memories crashed into his mind. Su Ye slowly began to understand. Oh. He had transmigrated. Into a world where martial arts reigned supreme. On this alternate Blue Planet, spiritual energy had revived. Star‑beasts descended upon humanity. Martial arts rose to power, and extraordinary superpowers awakened across the land… A heaven‑blessed child, abandoned among common folk, finally retrieved by his family — yet labelled a hopeless failure at cultivation. Tensions had exploded without end… As he absorbed the original host’s memories, Su Ye pressed a hand to his chest, suffocation coiling inside him. He raised his head, staring at the furious man seated at the head of the hall. Su Zhengdao, the head of the Su Clan, one of the Seven Great War‑Gods of the Eastern Emperor Empire. He guarded the southeastern battlefield. With his Overlord Heavenly Blade, he held back millions of star‑beasts, forcing them to cower inside their secret realms, never daring to invade Eastern Emperor territory. To the rest of the world, he was a celebrated hero, an unparalleled warrior. But to Su Ye… he was nothing more than an absent, irresponsible father. Eighteen years ago. A formidable sea star‑beast had emerged in the southeastern ocean, leading tens of thousands of marine monsters toward the shore. Su Zhengdao rushed to the battlefield at once, alongside his pregnant wife, Xuanyuan Mingmou. A brutal battle followed. Su Zhengdao slew the sea beast. Yet the newborn child, delivered mid‑fight, went missing among the chaos. That infant was Su Ye. By fortune, a kind ordinary couple took the abandoned baby in. He grew up never knowing his true origins. It was only half a month ago, during a senior high school physical examination, that strangers tracked him down. Child, we are your birth parents. His birth father was a War‑God of Eastern Emperor, a legendary defender against the star‑beasts. At first, Su Ye had been overjoyed. Yet after returning to this noble household, the warm family affection he had longed for never came. His father Su Zhengdao burned with disappointment over his lack of talent. His mother Xuanyuan Mingmou treated him with icy indifference. His two elder sisters, Su Mingyue and Su Xingchen, looked down on his slum background, guarding Su Yang as if Su Ye were a thief waiting to harm him. And then there was Su Yang. He was an orphan, the son of a fallen comrade‑in‑arms. Su Zhengdao and Xuanyuan Mingmou had adopted him to soothe the pain of losing their biological son. How ironic. They had never bothered to search for their own flesh and blood, yet doted on this substitute with everything they owned. They poured the finest cultivation resources into raising him as the Su family genius — only to turn around and claim their true‑born son was inferior to the adopted child. Ridiculous. “You dare laugh! How can you still smile after what you have done?! Is this how I raised you?!” Seeing Su Ye show no sign of remorse, and even c***k a faint smile, Su Zhengdao flew into a greater rage. Bang! Another teacup crashed violently at Su Ye’s feet, spraying sharp porcelain fragments across the floor. One shard sliced across his cheek, drawing a thin streak of fresh blood. The emotions churning inside Su Ye, already unstable from merging with the original soul, finally snapped. “Raise me? Raise what?” The teenager lifted his head. Dark blood‑red light flickered deep within his black pupils. “What have you ever taught me? Have you ever once taken the time to guide me?!” “No, I know exactly what you tried to teach me — to grovel at your feet, to endure every beating and insult without resistance.” “And now you demand I confess to crimes I never committed. To admit false accusations, just because every misdeed in this household must fall on my head, is that right?” Cold, mocking words spilled from his lips. His retort only stoked Su Zhengdao’s fury further. “Unbelievable! You refuse to repent and dare to defy me! How could I, Su Zhengdao, father such a shameless son!” Su Zhengdao’s hands trembled with anger. How could Su Ye be so ungrateful? How had the Su Clan birthed such a disgrace? Su Ye let out a cold, bitter laugh. “You never treated me as your son from the very beginning. Stop wrapping your selfishness in noble‑sounding words.” “I have been home for half a month. Have you publicly acknowledged my identity even once? Did you ever truly wish to accept me?” “If you despise me so deeply, why bother bringing me back at all?” Su Zhengdao shot abruptly to his feet, his finger shaking as he pointed straight at Su Ye. “How dare you blame me! I refuse to announce your status because you possess no cultivation talent at all! Do you expect the whole world to learn that the great Su Zhengdao has a useless son?!” A mocking huff escaped Su Ye. “Does a lack of cultivation talent make me cease being your blood? What a laughable excuse!” “But mark my words, Su Zhengdao. This blood running through my veins comes from you. If you truly resent me for being worthless, the blame lies with you. Why is your own son a failure?” “Powerful men like you will never reflect on your mistakes. After all, if your biological son disappoints you, you still have a genius adopted heir to feed your vanity.” “You —!” Su Zhengdao was utterly stunned. The timid, obedient Su Ye who had cautiously tried to win his favour since his return now openly defied him before the entire family. And though he hated to admit it… Su Ye’s words had struck a hidden, tender nerve buried deep in his heart. Beside him, the beautiful noble lady Xuanyuan Mingmou shot a displeased look toward Su Ye. “Su Ye, how can you speak to your father this way? He only wants the best for you. Apologise to him at once…” “Hypocrite!” Su Ye cut her off sharply. “Your words sound pretty enough. Day after day I apologised for everything these past two weeks. And what changed? More false accusations piled on my name.” “Besides… when have you ever seen me as your real son?” “You lost me eighteen years ago. With the Su family’s immense power and influence, do you honestly expect me to believe you could not find me for eighteen long years? You simply refused to face your own failure of losing your child!” “Since I came back, have you cared for me sincerely? Countless slanders, endless scoldings. I told you time and again I stole nothing, I started no fights, I never bullied your precious adopted son. Did you believe me even once? Did you investigate the truth a single time? You only forced me to apologise, smearing my reputation over and over. Do you even deserve the title of mother?” “You disgust me.”