The beautiful woman said in a deep voice, “Of course!”
“Do you remember what your master told you about the bloodlines of the demon race?”
The young girl nodded and replied, “Of course I remember! You just taught me about it recently.”
“The strength of a demon’s bloodline is directly linked to their power. The higher the bloodline level, the greater the potential and the more terrifying the combat strength.”
“Therefore, the demon race places great importance on bloodline inheritance. To maintain the purity of their bloodline, they mostly choose to reproduce within their own race to avoid weakening it.”
“There are countless demons, but their bloodlines are divided into five levels.”
“These are minor demon bloodline, greater demon bloodline, royal bloodline, imperial bloodline, and sovereign bloodline.”
“Higher-level bloodlines can suppress lower-level bloodlines, and among the countless demons, over ninety-nine percent belong to the minor demon bloodline…”
The beautiful woman nodded in satisfaction, “Not bad, it seems you haven’t ignored everything I’ve taught you.”
“This Nether Beast has a genuine royal bloodline!”
“So powerful?!” The young girl was shocked. “No wonder you were so startled, Master.”
“A demon with royal blood, once it reaches adulthood, can at least attain the mid-stage of the Phecda Realm,” the beautiful woman added.
The young girl looked at the Nether Beast in the stable and unconsciously took a few steps back, her face showing fear.
“Oh my! Why is it staying here…” she murmured.
In her impression, such a level of demon beast was a great demon that could wreak havoc, capable of devouring hundreds or thousands of people in one bite.
“Perhaps a terrifying existence is currently staying at this inn,” the beautiful woman glanced back at the inn.
She carefully sensed her surroundings but couldn’t detect anything.
“To use a Nether Beast as a mount, this person’s strength is unimaginable, likely an old monster,” she continued.
“Such old monsters are often unpredictable and difficult to get along with.”
“They might go on a killing spree just because of a momentary whim.”
“This place is not safe to stay. We must leave quickly!”
She immediately returned to the fire-scaled beast, pulled it up, and forced it to overcome its inner fear and walk out of the stable.
At this moment, Fang Ling was unaware that the Nether Beast had been recognized. He was wandering the bustling market.
As a child, he had dreamed countless times of the human world’s markets, but now that he was here, he felt a bit lonely.
After walking for a while, he gradually understood why.
Because most people in the market were in groups of two or three, while he was alone.
He wasn’t overly sentimental about it but wanted to blend into the crowd.
“In Grandmaster’s words, I should be cultivating my heart right now,” he thought.
He immersed himself in the bustling alley, going with the flow, not knowing which street he had reached.
Occasionally, someone would bump into him, bringing him out of a mysterious trance.
“What’s causing such a commotion?” He looked in the direction of the crowd and saw many people gathered there.
When he got closer, he saw that a wealthy family was doing charity work.
Steaming white steamed buns were being distributed, their fragrance wafting for miles.
Whether beggars or children, anyone who patiently queued up could receive a portion.
Fang Ling, of course, wouldn’t waste time queuing for steamed buns. His attention was drawn to a notice on the stage.
It turned out that the charity was being done by the Bai family of Dragon City.
The Bai family was doing good deeds to accumulate virtue for Miss Bai and to attract attention to find someone who could detoxify her.
“If successful, a Buddha Fruit or an equivalent item will be given as a reward.”
“Buddha Fruit… Master Manzi seemed to have mentioned it.”
“Originally from the Western Desert Region, it’s an extremely rare treasure that can directly enhance strength.”
“I didn’t expect such a good thing to be in Dragon City!” Fang Ling was immediately interested.
He leaped into the air, flying over the crowd to the charity stage.
The Bai family guards, seeing him arrive in mid-air, naturally did not dare to be negligent.
A middle-aged man with a square face walked over and cupped his hands, “May I know your name, young master?”
“Fang Ling!” he replied.
“Young Master Fang, do you have the ability to detoxify and cure illnesses? Would you like to try at our Bai residence?” the man asked again.
Fang Ling nodded slightly, “I know a little, perhaps I can help.”
“Dayong, take Young Master Fang to the residence to see Miss Bai!” The man immediately called a guard over to lead Fang Ling.
The Bai residence was just a street away from the charity site, very close.
Following the guard named Dayong, Fang Ling quickly arrived at the Bai residence.
Before entering, he already sensed several strong auras within the Bai residence.
There were actually four cultivators of the Phecda Realm in the Bai residence.
Three at the early stage and one at the mid-stage of the Phecda Realm.
With such strength, the Bai family could walk sideways in the South Sun Kingdom.
“With such power, no wonder they dare to openly claim to have a Buddha Fruit without fear of being targeted,” Fang Ling laughed.
Following the Bai family’s servant Dayong, he passed through the main hall and arrived at a small hall.
Many people were sitting in the hall, most of them exuding a strong medicinal smell.
Dayong respectfully said, “Because many physicians have come, we must trouble you to wait here.”
“If you need anything, just call the servants in the hall. Thank you for your patience, Young Master Fang!”
Fang Ling nodded slightly and found a random seat to sit down.
“Heh, the Bai family is really desperate, bringing anyone into their home,” a rebellious young man sneered.
He wasn’t speaking directly to Fang Ling, but it was clear he meant for him to hear.
After all, Fang Ling was too young to look like someone who could cure illnesses.
“Mo’er, watch your words. The Bai family is a prestigious family in Dragon City, not to be spoken of lightly,” the gray-robed elder beside the rebellious young man opened his eyes and reprimanded.
He glanced at Fang Ling, seemingly finding something strange, but the look quickly passed, and he didn’t spend much time on him.
At this moment, two more people entered the small hall.
“It’s her?” Fang Ling was slightly surprised to see that it was the master and disciple he had encountered when leaving the inn.
The beautiful woman was elegant and noble, with an unparalleled aura that immediately drew everyone’s attention.
But they didn’t dare to look too much, even lowering their heads in reverence.
“Master, look!”
“Isn’t that the big brother we met at the inn?”
“Is he also a physician? But why doesn’t he have any medicinal smell on him?”
The young girl whispered to her master after sitting down.
“Enough, didn’t I tell you to speak and act less when we go out?” the beautiful woman lightly hummed, signaling her to be quiet.
The young girl pursed her lips and obediently sat down.
“Since Doctor Dou is here, let’s discuss this strange poison,” the gray-robed elder said.
“Everyone, feel free to share your thoughts.”
They had all already examined Miss Bai and were just waiting for this heavyweight to arrive.
The servant standing by glanced at Fang Ling, wanting to speak but hesitating.
He knew Fang Ling hadn’t yet examined Miss Bai, but the others didn’t seem to care, not taking him seriously.
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