But, do such people and such families need to be given face?
Huang Conglong stared at Xia Qingchen in front of him. The more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. He suppressed a trace of resentment in his heart and said indifferently: "If the ancient octagonal mirror is damaged, the Huang family will not hold you responsible. The premise is that you use it normally."
Xia Qingchen finished recording, put away the crystal ball, and said, "This sentence is enough."
Without saying another word, he blew out a breath and vaporized the steel needle, pricking his finger.
A drop of bright red blood dripped down the finger and landed on the center of the octagonal ancient mirror.
I saw the runes on the mirror rotating rapidly around the drop of blood.
Huang Conglong closed his eyes and leaned on the Taishi chair. He didn't even look at the reaction of the ancient mirror and said to himself: "If there is a god's bloodline, the center of the ancient mirror will react. There are nine types of reactions from mild to severe."
"It may tremble at the slightest level, or fly into the sky on its own in the worst case."
"During this period, various numerical values will appear on the mirror, indicating the thickness and thickness of the bloodline."
creak
There was a sound of a mechanism, and the runes on the ancient mirror stopped rotating.
Huang Conglong sighed softly, and Huang Wending shook his head and looked away, with a trace of sarcasm on his lips: "I just said, this is a waste of time."
Once the octagonal ancient mirror detects that there is no divine blood of the ancestors of the Huang family in the opponent's blood, the runes will stop rotating.
Just by listening to the sound, you can know the test results of Xia Qingchen.
Sighing, Huang Conglong opened his eyes and stood up slowly: "Now that the results are out, let's say goodbye."
He didn't even want to say any more unnecessary words.
However, what surprised him was that there was another crisp sound coming from the ancient mirror.
But that's not the rotation of the runes, but...
He suddenly turned around and saw a hairline-sized crack in the center of the ancient mirror in Xia Qingchen's hand.
"What did you do?" Huang Conglong snatched the ancient octagonal mirror back and scolded it sternly.
This is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It has not been damaged at all for fifteen hundred years, but now it is absolutely cracked.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the hair-sized cracks quickly intensified and expanded in all directions, covering the entire mirror like a spider web.
Huang Conglong was so frightened that he immediately held it gently in his hands, fearing that it would break with just a little force.
Holding his breath, he carefully placed it on the table, and then stared at Xia Qingchen with an angry look: "How dare you damage it?"
Xia Qingchen sat leisurely and took out the crystal from her arms. After opening it, Huang Conglong's calm and nonchalant words echoed in the empty living room.
"Fortunately, I was on guard, otherwise wouldn't I have to give your Huang family a mirror today?" Xia Qingchen looked as expected.
Huang Wending clapped his hands behind his folding fan, stood up and scolded: "It's a good mirror, how could it be damaged if you use it normally? You must have tampered with it!"
Xia Qingchen didn't squint his eyes: "Blind man, please stop talking to me. Shut your mouth and listen quietly."
"Ha! Do you really take yourself seriously?" Huang Wending's suppressed anger burst out again, and he stood up and was about to take action.
Huang Conglong stretched out his hand to stop him, with a calm expression: "Stop!"
"Dad, I see that the people of the Xia family, whether old or young, are nothing! They have to be taught a lesson to understand the dignity of the Huang family!" Huang Wending had long disliked Xia Qingchen.
Why should a mere wild man stand up straight in front of the Huang family?
Huang Conglong did not blame Huang Wending for his disrespectful remarks. He only said: "He did not do anything to the ancient mirror. Don't talk nonsense about what didn't happen."
The rest of his light glanced at the crystal ball that Xia Qingchen was playing with in his palm, which repeated his promise again and again.
Although Huang Conglong had just closed his eyes, he could sense that Xia Qingchen really just dropped a drop of blood, and there were no other unnecessary movements.
Moreover, he did not think that Xia Qingchen could damage the ancient mirror with external force.
Because this ancient mirror, not even him, could be damaged by brute force.
But why did it suddenly break?
When the rest of the light fell on the ancient octagonal mirror again, his pupils suddenly shrank and he discovered that the broken mirror surface of the octagonal mirror was actually missing a series of fuzzy numerical values.
It says "10%"!
As time goes by, the bloodline of gods will become thinner and thinner in the bodies of future generations.
The one with the strongest bloodline today belongs to his father, with 15% of his bloodline.
Next was his younger sister Huang Yanran, with 13%, and finally him, with 90%, less than 10%.
As for his proud son Huang Wending, his test result was only seven points.
However, Xia Qingchen's test result actually reached a full 10%, which was higher than both their father and son!
Such a mellow divine bloodline, if placed in the Huang family, would definitely be the focus of training!
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Xia Yuan also looked through his gaze and said in surprise: "10%?"
His slumped eyes rekindled hope, and he asked happily and excitedly: "Brother Conglong, what level is the 10% bloodline in the Huang family? Can it be recognized by the Huang family?"
More than recognition, he would treat Xia Qingchen as a treasure!
Huang Conglong was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
With everything under control, he felt that everything was in chaos. Do he really want to take the father and son back so that Xia Yuan and his sister can reunite?
But if this is the case, what should the feathered dragon do?
The feathered dragon is the most suitable target. This Xia Yuan is a piece of shit. What is he compared to the feathered dragon?
If I don’t take it back, how will I explain the ancient mirror, and how will I explain the test results above?
While he was distressed, Huang Wending kept his face and hummed: "It's just 10% bloodline, the lowest level, almost nothing. The Huang family will not recognize this useless bloodline!"
No matter what he said, there was no way he could let Xia Qingchen return to the Huang family.
He is the purest member of the Huang family today, and he is loved and valued by the older generation of the Huang family. If Xia Qingchen returns to the Huang family, where will he be?
"Waste bloodline?" Xia Yuan fell from hope to despair again, and asked Huang Conglong with a look of pain on his face: "Brother Conglong, is this really the case?"
A flash of panic flashed under Huang Conglong's eyes, but he continued to lie without thinking: "Well, it is indeed a useless bloodline, and there is no difference between it and none."
The luck in Xia Yuan's eyes was shattered. He laughed at himself and sat back feebly: "What am I still expecting?"
If my son really had the blood of gods, he wouldn't have been so depressed back then.
Only Xia Qingchen, whose heart was as clear as a mirror, could tell that the Huangs and his son were lying.
"In this case, I won't force it. We will write a divorce letter another day and inform the Huang family that I, a 10% useless bloodline, will not join the Huang family so as not to embarrass them." Xia Qingchen said calmly.
Hearing this, the Huang father and son's hearts tightened.
Although the Huang family cannot come down from heaven, they have many stations in the world.
Letters written to the Huang family will be sent to heaven through the post station, and will eventually be read by the elders of the family.
If the head of the family knew that they had degraded Xia Qingchen, a prodigy with one bloodline, to a useless bloodline and abandoned him, they would probably cause an uproar!
At least the head of the family would not be able to spare them father and son.