This is... This is a descendant of the ancient God Clan?!
Waves of shock surged in Lu Qingshan's heart as his eyes fixed intensely on Zhong Qing, while he gasped.
If not for his obsession with ancient texts and love for researching forgotten historical tales, he probably wouldn't have recognized this supreme meridian.
Legend has it that when the Immortal River Continent first opened up heaven and earth, myriad clans proliferated, and to compete for dominance over the continent, the various clans engaged in a great war lasting millions of years.
Back then, living beings suffered immense casualties.
Compared to the myriad clans, the Human Race only had its great numbers, and didn't have any special abilities. At their lowest point, they were almost exterminated.
But at that moment, a batch of people suddenly emerged among the humans.
They possessed formidable strength, and had completely different meridian structures in their bodies. They led the Human Race to counterattack, and in less than ten thousand years, they gained control over the entire continent, making the Human Race the overlord of all clans.
It could be said that without them, there would be no Human Race today.
In praise of them, people called them the God Clan.
Perhaps due to heaven's envy, the God Clan did not last long, and had already faded away in the long river of history.
Later, in the five million years of the continent's history, a few descendants of the God Clan were discovered, but without exception, they all became figures who rocked the continent. However, even the most recent one was from two million years ago.
By now, this kind of meridian had long since disappeared.
Even if it really existed, it would be impossible for people to discover it, because after five million years of various genetic and bloodline changes, even if someone had the God Clan meridians, they would be so deeply hidden that they couldn't be detected at all, let alone awakened.
The only way to awaken this bloodline was to push someone to the brink of death, and then spur them on with peerless elixirs - even then, there would only be a 10-20% chance!
With this thought, Lu Qingshan looked at Yi Feng with admiration filling his shocked gaze.
No wonder!
No wonder!
No wonder a wastrel like Zhong Qing could be accepted by Master as a disciple - it turns out he is a descendant of the God Clan, and Master must have seen through Zhong Qing's God Clan descent long ago.
All that happened in Pingjiang City was probably part of Master's arrangements as well.
Otherwise, how could a small merchant association possibly injure Zhong Qing right under Master's nose, and by sheer coincidence, inflict heavy injuries that just happened to be critical?
Everything that had left him utterly confused now made perfect sense.
So this was all permitted by Master in order to stimulate Zhong Qing's God Clan bloodline!
Such arrangements were terrifying!
Lu Qingshan gasped, while also feeling extremely honored. Not only did he have the fortune of becoming a chess piece in Master's grand plan, he also had the privilege of witnessing the awakening of a God Clan descendant.
He couldn't help but look at Yi Feng with utmost admiration and say: "Master is formidable!"
"Just a trivial matter, all within expectations," Yi Feng said with a smile. After spending so much time going up the mountain this time, how could he not have certainty in awakening Zhong Qing?
"Trivial matter, within expectations?"
Old Ancestor Qingshan couldn't help but smack his lips again.
He didn't know how many steps ahead Master had calculated to be able to say such confident words.
After all, this method only had a 10-20% chance of success, yet Master sounded so assured. Master must have set up many unseen schemes that he couldn't perceive!
Lu Qingshan was filled with emotion.
He discovered that Yi Feng truly kept breaking his limits.
He had thought his own perspective was already quite broad, but after witnessing the awakening of the God Clan bloodline today, he realized he had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg before. He really didn't know what other unbelievable things he would get to witness from this man, and how his perception would continue to be refreshed.
"Alright, let my precious disciple rest," Yi Feng looked at the medicinal jar in his hand and saw there was still a bit left. After hesitating for a moment, he said to Old Ancestor Qingshan, "Medicine is one-third poison. Now that my disciple has awakened, he shouldn't drink any more. There's a little bit left, why don't you drink it? This medicine has many benefits - it wouldn't hurt for you old fella to take some as a tonic."
Thump!
Seeing the medicinal jar being handed to him, Old Ancestor Qingshan was so excited he thought his heart would jump out. He received it with trembling hands, "Master, are you really giving this to me?"
"Would I lie about it?" In high spirits after Zhong Qing woke up, Yi Feng joked, "Consider it your reward for helping me!"
"A reward!"
Old Ancestor Qingshan's body quivered slightly.
Apart from destroying the Pingjiang Commercial Association, he didn't do anything else or play any pivotal role. Yet he was bestowed such blessings...
"Thank you, Master!"
Old Ancestor Qingshan solemnly accepted the medicinal jar and bowed deeply to Yi Feng before taking his leave.
After exiting the Martial Hall, Old Ancestor Qingshan didn't forget to bow once more in its direction before flying towards Qingshan Sect, holding the medicinal jar.
"Master, what exactly happened to your disciple just now?"
Back at Qingshan Sect, Luo Lanxue promptly asked.
Hearing this, Old Ancestor Qingshan took a deep breath and looked at Luo Lanxue with utmost solemnity.
"Lanxue, congratulations - you've become one of only two fortunate people in the entire Immortal River Continent in the last two million years!"
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