Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 929 - 69 Mixed Blood of 3 Clans, Lord Long Hu

Inside the icy tower, Long Long stood with composure, his hands clasped behind him, while Long Hu stood at his side.

Following the elder’s command to gather, all of Beiming Fanyang’s cultivators quickly assembled in the ice hall—wearing peculiar expressions as they scrutinized the two young individuals.

"Is this everyone here?" Long Long asked the elder with a complex expression.

"This is everyone," the elder responded. "A total of one hundred and seven cultivators are present."

Long Long scanned quickly, counting that there were only twenty-six cultivators at the Dong Yuan Realm, while the rest were at the Transformation Realm. As for those at the ancestral rank—there were surprisingly none. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

No wonder Beiming Fanyang has been so paranoid and shut itself off from the outside world.

Indeed, without any Immortal guarding its domain, even a random ancestor from a weak branch of the Demon Race could easily suppress the Jiaolong remnant bloodline.

"Why are there no ancestors?" Long Long asked the elder again. "Logically speaking, with our Jiaolong bloodline rank, this shouldn’t be the case…"

The Demon Race valued bloodline lineage in cultivation; the higher rank inherited from the parents, the faster one’s cultivation speed—and the higher one’s cap.

"Ahem," the elder replied awkwardly, "There isn’t enough spiritual energy in the secret realm, nor any Feather Transformation Heavenly Tribulation."

Without the Feather Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, naturally, there could be no ascension into immortality—a straightforward and undeniable truth.

"Since it’s impossible to undergo Feather Transformation here, then why not…" Long Long frowned and pressed on.

"If we leave the secret realm, how will the safety of Beiming Fanyang be ensured?" This time, it was the middle-aged cultivator who answered instead of the elder. "The Feather Transformation Heavenly Tribulation is a phenomenon that shakes thousands of miles; undergone by a Jiaolong, revealing its True Body—how could it possibly go unnoticed?"

"By that time, the Qilin Clan would trace the disturbance and attack. They would remain unscathed, while we Jiaolong remnants would face complete annihilation!"

"That’s not necessarily the case," the elder argued. "Three thousand years ago, a predecessor left the realm independently, and wasn’t there nothing that happened afterward?"

"One person leaving poses no issue," the middle-aged cultivator countered. "But if ten people leave? A hundred? Even if a single person betrays us, it would spell doom for the entire clan!"

As the two argued, the twenty or so Jiaolong cultivators allied with the middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

The rest displayed various expressions of concern but refrained from taking sides or joining the argument.

Long Long quickly discerned that, in the absence of an ancestral figure in the secret realm, there was no strong and authoritative voice capable of uniting the clan’s will.

The middle-aged cultivator had recruited twenty-some anti-outsider Jiaolong cultivators, forming Beiming Fanyang’s dominant radical faction. This faction was the primary reason Beiming Fanyang had remained closed off from the world for so many years.

The elder was the lone pro-foreigner advocate, acutely aware that continued isolation would lead to ruin, yet his influence was far outstripped by the middle-aged cultivator. As a result, he could only secretly attempt contact with the outside world.

As for the majority of Jiaolong cultivators, they were utterly indifferent to Beiming Fanyang’s fate—mirroring the attitude of most sects within the Cultivation Realm. Without sect mandates, Nascent Soul Elders wouldn’t even train disciples, content to focus solely on their own paths.

The elder, though rigid and unwilling to yield, was inherently at a disadvantage with only himself against twenty-some allied voices. Thus, he could only bring up Long Hu, saying:

"The reason I secretly opened Beiming Fanyang this time was not for personal gain—it was for the daughter of that Emperor!"

"Nonsense, you!" The middle-aged cultivator was about to rebuke him for lying to excuse himself but stopped once his gaze fell on Long Long.

This individual was someone neither to provoke nor challenge—it was better to avoid conflict altogether.

With the radical faction silenced, the neutral cultivators caused an uproar:

"That Emperor? Which Emperor are you referring to?"

"Who else but Emperor Ying Long!"

In an instant, the crowd surged, everyone leaning in to scrutinize Long Hu’s face.

The middle-aged cultivator glanced at Long Long and quickly sent his followers to maintain order, fearing a chaotic scene would irritate Long Long.

But twenty people facing a crowd of eighty—it was impossible to restore order. Suddenly, Long Hu stepped forward and declared:

"I understand that many of you have doubts about my identity. If you have questions, I will answer them here to the best of my ability."

These words, naturally instructed by Long Long, perfectly catered to the interests of the neutral cultivators.

After a burst of noise and quarrel, the crowd pushed forward a Jiaolong cultivator to ask:

"Your Highness, if you claim to be a descendant of the Emperor’s bloodline, do you have any convincing proof to substantiate this?"

"That’s simple." The elder suddenly stepped forward and said, "I am the clan’s genealogical officer; I shall personally verify the royal bloodline while the rest of you observe and bear witness."

Upon hearing this, the crowd clamored to watch, prompting the elder to quickly add:

"Only ten! No more than ten observers!"

After chaotic deliberation, nine individuals were chosen to oversee the elder’s examination of the bloodline—the last seat naturally taken by the radical faction’s middle-aged cultivator.

Long Hu produced a drop of Essence Blood, which the elder promptly took to perform his spell on the spot.

Long Long observed with keen interest, noting that the elder’s spell patterns bore a striking resemblance to the blood-puppet techniques used by the Jiaolong in the Dragon Prison Well—indicating they likely shared the same origin.

As the ritual spell reached its climax, the Essence Blood gradually split into three forms, finally taking shape as representations of Ying Long, the Celestial Fox, and the Human Race.

The crowd stared at the blood in a daze, their expressions collectively dumbfounded. Only the elder froze momentarily, before bursting into ecstatic shouts:

"The Empress of old was a Human-Fox hybrid; this bloodline result is the perfect evidence of Her Highness’s identity!"

The mention of the Human-Fox hybrid Empress sparked recognition among the Jiaolong cultivators—after all, Emperor Ying Long had famously waged a war across the Mortal Realm for her sake.

Upon hearing this, most Jiaolong cultivators accepted the truth without further suspicion, quickly bowing respectfully to Long Hu, addressing her as "Your Highness."

While the radical faction cultivators, led by the middle-aged man, remained wary, they lowered their heads in silence.

The elder murmured to himself for a moment before asking again:

"But… why is it a tri-bloodline mix? This shouldn’t be possible…"

In bloodline cultivation, three-way balances were incredibly unstable; dominant bloodlines would inevitably devour the weaker one in a brutal process that often killed newborns before they could reach adulthood.

Seeing the moment had arrived, Long Long stepped forward and announced:

"Our purpose in coming to Beiming Fanyang is precisely to solve the bloodline conflict within Her Highness’s body."

As he spoke, he signaled Long Hu to take out the pendant hidden at her chest, revealing the fragment of the Heaven-Mending Stone to the Jiaolong cultivators.