NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1156: Test
Zhu Butong nodded, then shook his head.
"Originally, yes, but now I've changed my mind."
Chen Xingzhu knew the power of the Wu Clan, and was on full alert.
"What exactly do you mean?"
Zhu Butong looked at Chen Xingzhu meaningfully: "Because you received the blessing of the Witch God."
"You have already broken through the True Martial Realm, yet the Divine Punishment hasn't come. Don't you find it strange?"
Chen Xingzhu's body trembled. Zhu Butong had touched on her deep concern.
Chen Xingzhu's Martial Arts Skills had already surpassed the True Martial Realm.
Since the death of the Wu Clan priest spiritually connected to her, she had lost the protection of the Witch God, and the Divine Punishment could descend at any moment.
This was what Chen Xingzhu feared the most.
However, what puzzled Chen Xingzhu was that the legendary Divine Punishment had not arrived.
Even after using a powerful move like the True Martial Storm, her body showed no abnormality.
Chen Xingzhu couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what's going on?"
Zhu Butong nodded: "I have a vague understanding."
"I guess your body contains a part of the Wu Clan's bloodline."
"Though extremely diluted, after Bai Jian connected with your soul, your Wu Clan identity was recognized by the Witch God."
"So, you are blessed by the divine in some unseen way."
At this, Chen Xingzhu's eyes widened in shock.
"So I'm part of the Wu Clan lineage. Then why did my father die from the Divine Punishment..."
Zhu Butong shook his head: "Your ancestors must have included a Wu Clan member."
"But bloodlines, like genes, can be recessive or dominant."
"Not everyone inherits a recessive bloodline. You might be the only one in your family in several generations."
Chen Xingzhu seemed to understand, yet seemed confused.
"Even if I have a recessive Wu Clan bloodline, what does that mean?"
Zhu Butong's expression became serious: "It concerns your life and death."
"The existence of the Wu Clan is one of the greatest secrets on this Earth."
"If you have no Wu Clan bloodline but know of its existence."
"Even if I let you go today, you will face endless pursuit by the Wu Clan until you die."
He looked coldly at Chen Xingzhu: "Do you think you can escape?"
Chen Xingzhu calmed down completely and shook her head.
"I can't escape. I'm not arrogant enough to think I can fight the entire Wu Clan on my own."
Zhu Butong looked approvingly at Chen Xingzhu: "Good, you understand when to advance and retreat, and know your fate."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to test your bloodline to see which branch of the Wu Clan you belong to."
Chen Xingzhu was also very curious about her own bloodline, so she silently nodded.
Zhu Butong reached into his robe and took out a box, from which he extracted seven or eight peculiar needles.
The needles were no different in length from ordinary embroidery needles, but the material was some kind of hard wood carving.
The needle tips were sharp and varied in color—light blue, fiery red, ocher yellow... and so on.
Chen Xingzhu's mind was completely captivated by these wooden needles, feeling that an extremely mysterious aura was hidden within them.
Zhu Butong smiled slightly: "These are the Cloud Scroll Twelve Needles."
"If you possess my Wu Clan bloodline, one or two of these twelve needles will react with your blood."
Chen Xingzhu nodded and extended her slender, fair fingers: "Please go ahead."
Zhu Butong's expression turned serious.
He took a wooden needle and pierced it into Chen Xingzhu's arm.
A round blood bead immediately seeped from Chen Xingzhu's jade-like white wrist.
Zhu Butong shook his head, and without removing the needle, he inserted the wooden needles one by one into Chen Xingzhu's wrist.
These small wooden needles, bright in color, pierced into Chen Xingzhu's delicate wrist, appearing both beautiful and eerie.
In a short time, Zhu Butong had inserted ten wooden needles into Chen Xingzhu's skin.
Each wooden needle pierced yielded a round blood bead without any unusual changes.
Zhu Butong's expression was somewhat surprised, shaking his head in confusion.
"What's going on? Did I see it wrong?"
Chen Xingzhu noticed that there were only ten wooden needles on her arm and couldn't help but ask.
"Aren't there two wooden needles left? Why not test them?"
Zhu Butong picked up the last two wooden needles, staring at the tips, and said faintly.
"These two wooden needles represent two extremely rare lineages."
"Even within the Wu Clan, for hundreds of years, no one possessing this lineage has been discovered, so you need not try."
He said this, looking faintly at Chen Xingzhu.
"Sorry, Miss Chen, my judgment was wrong, so I must kill you."
As he spoke, he casually waved, and a pale yellow True Martial Qi Energy emanated from his hand.
The ten wooden needles on Chen Xingzhu's arm, like a magic trick, fell into his palm.
Chen Xingzhu's face turned pale with shock: "You've already reached the True Martial Mysterious Grade?"
After the True Martial Realm, each small realm differed greatly, indicating an enormous disparity in power.
Just by the purity of Zhu Butong's True Qi, Chen Xingzhu, who had just broken through the True Martial Realm, was not his opponent.
Zhu Butong nodded: "You understand the gap well. Will you end it yourself, or shall I do it for you?"
As he spoke, a Green Snake appeared on his arm, and two appeared on his ears, like earrings hanging from his earlobes.
Chen Xingzhu's complexion changed even more dramatically.
These three Green Snakes were manifestations of True Martial Qi Energy, small in size but containing volcanic-like power.
Chen Xingzhu knew she couldn't withstand the attack of even one Green Snake.
She simply gave up resisting and lowered her eyes.
"Honorable Sacrificial Priest, don't forget that your Wu Clan's treasured Dragon Battle Arena is lost outside, and I just happen to know its location. If you kill me, you'll never find it back."
Zhu Butong was shocked: "You actually know the whereabouts of the Dragon Battle Arena?"
Chen Xingzhu nodded and extended her arm.
"Moreover, I want the Honorable Sacrificial Priest to test the last two wooden needles for me."
"Since my Divine Punishment has not descended, I still want to find out the truth."
Upon saying this, her clear black-and-white eyes looked at Zhu Butong, smiling slightly at the corners of her mouth.
"Perhaps I am the clan member of your Wu Clan who hasn't been found for hundreds of years?"
Zhu Butong was slightly impatient, but still picked up the last two wooden needles.
He said faintly: "In light of you providing the Dragon Battle Arena's information, I'll kindly test it for you."
"But don't get your hopes up. Such a thing is absolutely impossible."
He said this, piercing a porcelain white wooden needle into Chen Xingzhu's arm.
The needle tip bled, showing nothing unusual.
Zhu Butong's expression was somewhat disdainful, shaking his head: "How about now, still not giving up?"
Despair appeared on Chen Xingzhu's face, yet she gritted her teeth.
"There's still the last one, please let the Grand Priest try again."
"If I'm not a member of the Wu Clan, I'm willing to serve the Grand Priest willingly as an ox or horse."
Zhu Butong shook his head, holding the last light green wooden needle.
"Don't be delusional. The Wood Lineage of the Wu Clan has been extinct long ago, and it's even more impossible to have descendants."
He said this, piercing the light green wooden needle into Chen Xingzhu's skin.
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