READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 3: A Tiger Gave Birth To A Dog?
"Next one, Hun Feng!"
As the middle-aged man announced the name, all the children in the square turned their attention to a boy in a black robe.
Hun Feng, like Hun Xiu, was a son of Hun Tian Di, but they were half-brothers. Hun Feng's mother came from an influential family within the Soul Clan, and he carried himself with pride befitting his lineage.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Hun Feng walked confidently toward the stone tablet, his demeanor exuding arrogance. After all, as the son of the clan leader, his superiority was unquestionable.
When he reached the stone tablet, Hun Feng placed his small hand on it without hesitation.
Immediately, the stone tablet lit up with brilliance, and glowing words appeared: Tenth-Grade Bloodline.
The crowd gasped audibly. A tenth-grade bloodline, the legendary divine bloodline, represented unparalleled potential.
Hun Feng smirked, as though this result was expected. He withdrew his hand and felt a surge of power coursing through his body.
The middle-aged man nodded approvingly and announced, "Hun Feng, divine bloodline activated. Level: Dou Master."
The children were stunned into silence. To become a Dou Master at this young age was nothing short of miraculous. Many of them were still at the Dou Zhi stage, while Hun Feng had leapt directly to a stage they could only dream of.
Feeling the envious stares of the crowd, Hun Feng walked back to his peers, brimming with pride.
He approached his friends Hun Ya, Hun Li, and Hun Yu, and said smugly, "How about that? Am I amazing or what?"
Hun Yu rolled his eyes. "Cut the act. We also have divine bloodlines. You're not that special."
Hun Feng's face twitched, but he refrained from retorting. His friends were also sons of powerful figures within the clan and bore divine bloodlines themselves.
The middle-aged man continued calling names. Most children had bloodlines ranging from the fifth to the seventh grade. Apart from Hun Yu, no other divine bloodlines had appeared.
Finally, it was Hun Xiu's turn.
"Next one, Hun Xiu!"
Hun Xiu took a deep breath and stepped forward. The children watched him curiously.
To them, Hun Xiu was an oddity. While others played and enjoyed their childhood, Hun Xiu spent his time training in the back mountains. Rumors spread that he lacked a Dou Di bloodline and was compensating with sheer hard work.
Hun Feng sneered as Hun Xiu passed by. "Let's see if this waste even has a first-grade bloodline," he whispered to his friends.
Hun Xiu ignored the whispers and reached the stone tablet. He bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man, who nodded in return.
"Place your hand on the stone tablet," the man instructed.
Hun Xiu did as told, but to everyone's surprise, the stone tablet remained dim.
The crowd began to murmur.
Hun Feng snickered. "See? I told you he's trash."
The middle-aged man frowned. It was unthinkable for a child of the clan leader to lack a Dou Di bloodline. He approached the stone tablet and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was functioning properly, he turned to Hun Xiu.
"Try again," he said calmly.
Hun Xiu removed his hand and placed it back on the tablet. Still, there was no response.
The murmurs grew louder.
Hun Xiu's heart sank. "Could it be true? Am I really just a waste? A tiger father and a dog son?"
The middle-aged man's expression darkened. He refused to believe that Hun Xiu, the son of Hun Tian Di, lacked a Dou Di bloodline. But no matter how many times they tried, the stone tablet remained unresponsive.
The children's whispers turned into taunts.
"Trash!"
"Rubbish!"
Hun Xiu clenched his fists, his face pale. The humiliation was unbearable, but he remained silent.
The middle-aged man sighed and gestured for him to step back. Hun Xiu lowered his head and returned to the crowd, his heart heavy with doubt and frustration.