Late at night.
The tent was dark, isolating the chill outside.
The needle was lying on a mat made of dead leaves and hay, covered with a thin quilt.
He and Zidi used to sleep in the open air, but now the conditions are already very comfortable and warm.
Bursts of weakness still lingered in his body.
This is the aftereffect of drinking the potion.
The comfortable sleeping environment and the fatigue and weakness of the body did not put the needle to sleep.
The young man's eyes kept wide and his brows furrowed, reminiscing about the emptiness he felt when he drank the potion and then vomited ice cubes of blood.
"That's right, it's almost the same feeling!" The needle is already very certain at this moment.
At the beginning, when dealing with the blade spider, he lacked the only dagger and could not cut the spider silk, and the situation was very dangerous. But at the moment of life and death, his hands suddenly turned into claws, penetrating the spider's body.
The Jedi then fought back, killing the Blade Spider and turning the situation around.
After this, his hands returned to their original state, and a deep, indescribable sense of emptiness was conveyed from his body.
These two feelings are no different.
"The principle of the healing potion is to condense all the frost magic in my body into a ball and induce vomiting."
"So, this feeling of emptiness should be the sudden huge consumption of magic power in my body."
Needle took this discovery very seriously.
Because this mutated ability contains great value.
In the current situation, if the needle is never able to stimulate the fighting spirit, then it will be difficult for him to exert his true strength.
If he faces a desperate situation again, if he can still turn his hands into claws again, he will undoubtedly have a strong trump card.
After all, in front of this trump card, silver-level blade spiders are fatal with one blow.
"According to my current thinking, when Zidi treated me, he actually inadvertently created a transformation potion?"
"I also mastered the transformation of the monkey-tailed brown bear because of this?"
The Transformation Elixir is a magical potion crafted by powerful potion masters that can even temporarily transform into dragons.
For nearly a hundred years, transformation potions have swept the upper class of the human race.
The key figure is Duke Emmy.
This duchess is not only strong and powerful, but also very fond of beauty.
There are thousands of transformation potions she developed herself.
Unlike the earlier idea of making transformation potions by pharmacists, most of the potions made by Duke Le Méridien are very basic.
The effect of the medicine is very mild.
After drinking it, people often change their skin color, hair color, or make their nose bridge taller, eyes bigger, etc.
Now in the market of the Holy Ming Empire, Amy's transformation potion has become a household name and sells well all year round. This business has also become the biggest source of profit for Emmy Collar.
Needle recalled carefully.
He charged to his death and killed the monkey-tailed brown bear. He was seriously injured and dying, and fell into a coma several times, and he also had blurred vision between comas.
He also remembered a scene relatively clearly - Zidi directly poured bear blood into his body.
According to Zi Di's later explanation, she was also in a hurry at the time and had to make a risky attempt. Thankfully, she succeeded in her adventure!
"Bear blood contains a lot of magic, just like I eat goat meat. These magic powers lurk in my body, and after transforming, they consume this part of the magic power, causing me to have a strong sense of emptiness."
"Of course, in addition, there is another possibility - fighting spirit."
"This situation is still more complicated."
"At that time, at the critical moment of life and death, maybe I was stimulated by my potential, and in an instant, I relied on my instinct to inspire fighting spirit."
"The urging of low-level magic fighting spirit is prohibited on this island, but the real prohibition limit has not yet been accurately calculated. Perhaps, I am a gold-level cultivation. At the critical moment, he temporarily broke through the blockade and displayed his gold-level fighting spirit."
"Gold-level fighting spirit is not the key."
"The key is that at that extremely sinister juncture, my bloodline has awakened!"
Once the bloodline is awakened, the person's appearance will change.
For example, knights with dragon blood will grow dragon scales on the surface of their bodies.
Another example is a sorcerer containing a hydra, after the bloodline awakens, the round pupils of the human race will become vertical snake pupils.
The Marquis of Golden Munk of the Holy Ming Empire is a sacred domain-level powerhouse, and he has been very active on the battlefield in recent years and has a very famous reputation. Whenever he fought bloody battles, the fighting spirit filled his whole body, stimulating the awakening of his bloodline, which would make him surround his body with golden trivial lightning, and at the same time, all his originally black hair turned golden, and the hair strands swelled and formed into lumps, like congested muscles.
Bloodline awakening is not common, even if it is a strong person, only some people have it.
Because only when the blood veins in the body reach a high concentration can this kind of awakening be possible.
"If I have a golden cultivation, according to my current age, I must be extremely talented. And this kind of talent means that I have a very strong bloodline! It is not surprising that the bloodline awakening happened to me."
"It's just my bloodline, trace back to the source, and it should be the golden queen. After the bloodline awakens, it has the characteristics of a queen bee, how can it be a pair of claws?"
"Maybe there are other bloodlines in my body?"
This is also uncertain.
Human aristocrats often have corrupt private lives and are often mixed with blood. What's more, some bloodlines, if not stimulated, will lurk for life.
"Stimulated by death, I activated the golden fighting spirit, and a mysterious bloodline awakened on my body, and my hands transformed into claws. But why do they have the same claws as the monkey-tailed brown bear? Is it really a coincidence?"
Therefore, after considering the needle comprehensively, I still feel that the first transformation potion is the most likely.
The latter bloodline awakening may not be non-existent, but the probability is relatively small.
So, this brings up a whole new problem.
"Is there still the magic of a monkey-tailed brown bear in my body?"
"Is this magic still eroding me?"
The consequences of magic erosion are serious.
Different bloodlines basically cannot coexist peacefully.
If there are two bloodlines in the body of a human nobleman, they are basically one high and one low, one strong and one weak. In the subsequent practice process, the higher bloodlines would become stronger and stronger, eventually driving away the lower and weaker bloodlines.
If both bloodlines are advanced and neither is willing to give up, it will be more troublesome. You must practice a specific fighting qi technique, focusing on the balance between these two bloodlines. The balance can be based on one bloodline, supplemented by another. It can also be that the two bloodlines maintain the same strength. Once the balance is broken, a violent conflict will form between the bloodlines, and the extraordinary will end up in danger, either injured or killed. Bloodline determines qualifications, and qualifications are the key to mastering power in the future.
The human race's pursuit of bloodline is always persistent and crazy.
Nobles will try their best to intermarry with strong people of higher blood, nobles will marry each other, and the nobles' private lives will be confused, in addition to personal desires, in order to create well-qualified family descendants.
Among all races, the Terran race is good at reproduction, which is much stronger than elves and dwarves. But among the descendants born to nobles, those with outstanding qualifications are always only a few.
Moreover, the more powerful the individual in the life level, the more difficult it is to reproduce. The cost of childbirth is also high.
In addition to fertility, humans also use other crooked methods.
For example, using magic, making potions, creating a living environment, trading with demons, etc., forcibly planting higher bloodlines in the body.
Forcibly doping with higher bloodlines is not impossible, and there are even many ways to succeed temporarily.
But the results are often disastrous.
The first is the mutation of the human body, which produces terrifying aberrations that permeate people. This deformity is not only physical, but also mental. Many examples have symptoms such as madness, chattering, confusion, and confusion.
Secondly, the stability of the original life is completely broken, the life span is extremely reduced, and the survival time is not long.
Finally, there is the death of the soul.
Needle has never heard of using external forces to obtain bloodline and be completely successful.
Bloodline is so rare and key.
High bloodline, bringing excellent qualifications. Exceptional qualifications have been brewed over time to form a powerful force.
And strength means power.
The reason why human aristocrats are aristocrats and can surpass the vast majority of their own people is precisely because they have such a solid foundation.
Bloodline is the cornerstone and pride of aristocratic existence!
"Zidi treated me and inadvertently made a transformation potion. This transformation potion can mutate my hands into the claws of beasts. This means that I have mixed the blood of the monkey-tailed brown bear with external force."
"This kind of low-level bloodline has a bad effect on my own noble bloodline."
"If this degree of influence is relatively high, my cultivation qualifications will also decline."
The transformation potion cannot be abused.
The consequences of abuse are serious and costly.
"Regardless of whether I am silver or gold now, I am still very young and there is still a long way to go. These are just .asxs., not the end."
"If this transformation potion makes my future bleak, it will be more than worth the loss."
Bronze, black iron, silver, gold.
On top of this, there are legends, and there are sanctuaries.
Above the sanctuary, there is even stronger!
Who doesn't want to be a legend, a sanctuary, and stronger?
Needle did not want to see that his growth was hindered by the blood of the monkey-tailed brown bear, cutting his potential and hope, and making his originally bright future bleak.
"I feel a sense of emptiness, and it is the magic power in my body that has been greatly consumed. So has the monkey-tailed brown bear's magic been exhausted?"
"I mutated my hands once before, can I consume all the corresponding mana? Now, is there any residue in my body?"
"After that time, no matter how much I tried, my hands couldn't change. Does this prove that the associated magic in my body has been exhausted?"
"Counting this time, I drank the potion, and the xenogeneous magic in my body was gathered together and spit out."
"Is the potion made by Ziti effective against frost magic and the magic of the monkey-tailed brown bear?"
"Maybe I should reveal everything and ask Zidi to help me design a targeted emetic medicine for me?"
Needle Jin had complicated thoughts, he was weak after all, and soon after, he fell asleep groggily in the tent.
"Where is this? Am I dreaming?"
I don't know how long it took, but he found himself in a wide place.
In front of him was a long wooden table with bows and arrows placed on the long table. A hundred meters away, three arrow targets were erected.
The wooden table is crude and rough in style. The arrow target is a humanoid made of straw, and a round white cloth is hung at the position of the human head. The white cloth depicts multiple layers of concentric circles, and the center circle is deliberately filled with red fuel.
This is a shooting range used for archery practice.
There were only two people in the range.
One was Needle, and the other was a middle-aged man, with a straight body, two slender beards, and a slightly raised face always carrying a touch of aristocratic pride.
For this middle-aged man, the needle recognizes.
This is his father and the patriarch of the contemporary Hundred Needles family.
Because of his memory incompleteness, Needle lacked feelings for the middle-aged man in front of him, but the memories of the previous scenes surfaced, allowing him to learn about the close relationship between the two of them.
"Father, I have followed your call." Needle found himself speaking.
The Hundred Needles Patriarch nodded slightly: "It has been a few days since you came back from the imperial capital. I'm here to test you, whether you have relaxed your training in the imperial capital. This time, let's compare archery. If you can win me, I will give you that swift bee."
When Jin heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The Swift Bee is a flying mount, although it can only fly about three meters above the ground, but it is also priceless and rarely circulated in the market.
In the empire, there are only a few nobles who have mastered the art of breeding swift bees. The Hundred Needles family is one of them.
But the next moment, Zhen Jin heard himself speak in a sad and hesitant tone: "But Father, your arm is ......"
Needle Jin immediately understood: The time when this scene occurred should be shortly after the battle between the Hundred Needle Patriarch and Qing Kui.
He knew that his father, the Hundred Needles Patriarch, was powerful, but in the fight with Qing Kui, because of paralysis and carelessness, he had an arm cut off.
Indeed, how can the Hundred Needles Patriarch, who has only one arm left, shoot arrows with a bow?
The Hundred Needles Patriarch didn't care: "It's okay, you shoot first."
Needle picked up the longbow, skillfully set up the arrow, and with a whoosh, he shot the head of the arrow target.
It may be that Yin Jin was depressed at the time, so he did not hit the heart.
The wire placed the longbow on the long table.
It was the turn of the Hundred Needles Patriarch.
The Hundred Needles Patriarch smiled slightly, and he reached out to unbutton his clothes, revealing a hidden pocket on the inside of his clothes.
There are fine needles and threads on the hidden pocket, and ten long needles are densely arranged.
These needles are the same length, each about the length of an adult's index finger. They seem to have a crystal texture, and there is a faint cloud white, which is not completely transparent.
"Look, my son." The Hundred Needles Patriarch used his index and middle fingers to pull out one of the white crystal long needles.
The next moment, the golden fighting spirit was stimulated by him and instilled into the white crystal long needle.
The white crystal long needle flashed with a brilliant golden luster in an instant.
The Hundred Needle Patriarch faced the arrow target and flicked his fingers gently.
Shout!
A sharp scream sounded through the air suddenly sounded in Needle's ears.
At the same time, he saw the golden needle streaking through mid-air, leaving a bright light behind.
The light stretched straight and hit the arrow target, and then there was a loud bang, and the entire arrow target was completely blown to pieces!
"This is?!" Needle Jin opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock.
The Hundred Needles Patriarch smiled and explained: "There are many kinds of fighting skills, and some of the secrets cannot be easily revealed, and the world calls them secret techniques. What you see now is the secret technique passed down from generation to generation by our Hundred Needles family - the sharp needle roar. Do you want to learn?"
"Want! Please also ask my father to teach me." The needle screamed, and his spirit was obviously lifted, sweeping away the previous depression and bleakness.
The Hundred Needles Patriarch immediately taught and handed a white crystal long needle to Zhen Jin's hand.
Needle Jin took this opportunity to observe it carefully, and couldn't help but secretly say: "This white crystal flying needle is unusual, at least it is gold-level equipment!"
After that, Needle found that he had tried many times, but without success.
"You have mastered the key and the process of casting it is flawless. It's not surprising that you didn't succeed." The middle-aged nobleman explained, "The reason why you failed is that your fighting spirit reserve is too small. Using the secret technique of sharp needle roar consumes a lot of fighting spirit. Even a gold-level cultivation can only trigger ten consecutive injections."
"According to your current total amount of fighting spirit, if you instill all of it, you should be able to barely give a shot." The Hundred Needles Patriarch immediately estimated again.
Needle smiled bitterly: "Father, isn't it a bit dangerous for me to use this secret technique?"
Only by exhausting all your fighting spirit can you barely send out a needle.
If this shot does not hit the target when facing the enemy, then without the support of fighting spirit, the situation of the needle will be very difficult.
The smile on the Hundred Needle Patriarch's face gradually subsided, and his expression turned serious.
He stared at the needle and said meaningfully: "My son, reality is always cruel. Whether it's fighting or other aspects, you're always at risk."
"Many times, you will find that shooting a shot with all your might is the wisest choice."
"Temporarily consuming all the fighting energy in the body, this feeling of emptiness and pain is very uncomfortable. But sometimes, we have to do it."
"Don't be afraid of risk, and don't be afraid of sacrifice!"