Chapter 10: Bloodline Imprint

"Heh heh, Old Third, don't envy them. Although you and I aren't qualified to go, the Nightmare Palace is by no means a safe place. There may be countless treasures, but you need to survive to enjoy them. Judging from the results of previous entries, if half the disciples who enter the Nightmare Palace come out alive, that's already considered good. It's said that in one year, someone accidentally released a sealed Flame Bee Queen somewhere in the Nightmare Palace, and in the end, only about a dozen people managed to escape with their lives. The rest died miserably." Victor Sullivan turned to glance at the handsome young man and said with a chuckle.

"The Nightmare Palace is that dangerous! Brother Grant, are you really planning to go? With your cultivation speed, even if you don't go to the Nightmare Palace, you still have a fair chance of forming a Golden Core." At this moment, the handsome young man looked at Grant Sullivan with concern and asked.

"I know my own aptitude better than anyone. This time, Third Son is definitely going. Since I've resolved to surpass them, how could I shrink back at the first sign of danger? You don't need to persuade me anymore—I'm determined to go. Besides, I've already received notice from the Elders' Council; this spot was personally designated by my so-called father. How could I let down his 'good intentions'? Don't worry, since I dare to go, I naturally have some confidence." Grant Sullivan kept his head lowered, staring at his own hands as if trying to see a flower bloom, and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Victor Sullivan and Evan Sullivan exchanged glances.

After a while, the chubby young man finally gave a wry smile and said, "Since Brother Grant has made up his mind, as brothers, the two of us naturally won't try to stop you anymore. But if you're going, you must make full preparations. I have two hundred spirit jades here—take them and use them for now, you can pay me back later."

"Second Brother is right. Unfortunately, because of my duel with Edwin Sullivan, I've already exchanged most of my spirit jades for pills to activate the Burning Blood Technique," Evan Sullivan said, his expression uncertain.

"There's no need to be so polite among brothers. I'll accept Victor Sullivan's spirit jades, but Third Brother still needs medicinal pills to restore his vitality, so let's not talk about spirit jades. Second Brother, I'll be away in the Nightmare Palace for quite some time. Please look after Old Third for me, and don't let anyone from Edwin Sullivan's side take advantage of the situation."

"Don't worry, Brother Grant. I'll move in with Old Third during this time, eat and live with him, and absolutely won't let anyone seize the opportunity," the chubby young man promised, patting his chest.

"Second Brother, could you step out for a moment? I have something I'd like to say to Brother Grant in private." The handsome young man, deeply grateful, thought quickly and finally gritted his teeth and said to Victor Sullivan.

"Of course, no problem." The chubby young man was momentarily stunned, but immediately understood and agreed readily, turning to leave the room.

Grant Sullivan found this a bit strange, but didn't try to stop him.

After a moment, once the chubby young man had closed the stone door, Evan Sullivan solemnly searched himself and finally took out a black jade box.

Under Grant Sullivan's surprised gaze, the handsome young man actually lowered his head and bit his finger, dripping a drop of fresh blood onto the surface of the jade box. Instantly, a flash of white light appeared on the box, and several strange, bright red runes emerged.

With a "pop," the lid opened by itself.

Such a small box had actually been sealed with a restriction, and it was the most troublesome kind—the blood essence restriction.

However, Evan Sullivan was already lacking in blood essence, and even just one drop made his face turn a bit pale. But he didn't care at all, instead carefully handing the opened box over.

"This is..." Grant Sullivan's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Brother Grant, take a look and you'll know," Evan Sullivan said seriously.

"Alright!"

Seeing how serious he was, Grant Sullivan nodded and carefully examined the jade box.

Inside the box was a golden-yellow magic disk. In the center was a clearly visible miniature spell formation, composed of densely packed runes, all blood-red, as if drawn with fresh blood.

As Grant Sullivan showed a puzzled expression and looked back at Evan Sullivan, the handsome young man asked in return, "Brother Grant, have you heard of the bloodline imprint?"

"Of course I've heard of it. It's said that this technique was jointly developed by the three great immortal clans of Tiannan. It can turn certain demon beast bloodlines into imprints and forcibly plant them into the bodies of cultivators, allowing disciples of our three clans to temporarily possess some of the powerful innate abilities of demon beasts." Grant Sullivan replied thoughtfully, recalling the beast-faced girl he had seen not long ago, who seemed to have taken another path of fusing demon beast bloodlines.

"Brother Grant, this is a blank bloodline imprint sealing disk. As long as you can find some demon beast blood essence and inject it into the disk, after a while it will condense into a true bloodline imprint. As for how to activate and use it, I have another jade slip here with all the instructions recorded inside." As he spoke, the handsome young man took out a white jade slip and tossed it over.