Everything had been wiped out. Yan Jin only had his wooden case and the meteorite piece left as valuable things in this world. He dove into the pit that used to be his home to get a better look at the rock.
Like in the morning, the metal had cooled down, but the rock still gave off some heat. Yan Jin rubbed the surface with his hand to try to figure out what shape it was. It wasn't perfectly round; some of the lines were burned to look like veins. It was over 100 kilograms; for such a small rock to be so heavy, it had to have the biggest density he had seen since he came to this world.
What interested him was the energy it gave off. Not only did it bother his genes and soul power, but it also felt like it was almost alive. He picked up the metal and put it in his box. "Since you ruined my savings, you will be my payment." Before he could get used to the extra weight of his bag, his posture fell.
He took a walk toward the grave of his uncle. "Uncle, I need to go." I'm not coming back tomorrow, and I'm not sure when I will. Don't worry, though; I'll pay off your bill. He then turned to leave and ran into Old Ma and Xiao Xiao. He could tell by the smell of the old man's breath that he wasn't going to live for much longer. He also knew what was going to happen.
"I know you're leaving the town." "Gu Zhen and his son have already left, and the others are packing up and leaving one after the other," Old Ma said. "The aunt of Xiao Xiao runs a store in Pine City." Because I let you stay in the workshop for so many years, could you take her there?" He then put out his hand to Yan Jin and held a book and a black hammer in it. "The only thing I taught you all these years was the basics, but I know you're good at making weapons better." The blacksmith in my family left this book to me, and the hammer is a blood tool. It would be payment if you want to move forward on that path. There is a letter for the aunt of Xiao Xiao.
He then said, "When you're done with the book, give it back to Xiao Xiao." A series of coughs cut him off. It's her legacy and her only way to stay alive.
Yan Jin looked at the dying man and asked, "You give a book to a blind man?"" I don't understand where your faith comes from. Even though I'll do my best, I can only do so much."
He took the book, the letter, and the hammer, as if he understood, and walked away, giving the two family members time to say goodbye. The little girl finally ran up to him and grabbed his free hand. She kept looking back at her dying grandfather as his shape faded into the night. He held the little girl after the village was out of reach.
"We are no longer from Little Creek Village." We sell things and beg for money. Do you get it?" The little girl nodded in confusion. When she said she was okay with it, he used dirt he had picked up earlier to scrub her face and clothes. Even though the little girl was clearly disgusted, she didn't say a word and just accepted what was happening. When he was happy with the new aura she created, he grabbed the child and told them to "Hold tight."
He unleashed his bloodline and ran all night, trying to get as far away from Little Creek Village as possible. The girl was shocked to learn that he was a bloodline fighter, and a very strong one at that, based on how fast he was and how long he ran all night.
Now, they were running on the edge of the Beast Forest, close to a real road. Around dawn, he began to feel tired, so they set up camp for a while to get their energy back. He got out some of the demon meat he had saved and gave it to the girl. After that, they both took a short nap.
Because people were often in this part of the forest, he wasn't afraid of the blood beasts that lived there. It would have taken him two days to get here before he hit the top of the awakened level. He was once more shocked by how much stronger things got when he went up levels or even tiers.
They woke up when a loud roar came from above. He could feel several flying beasts with bloodline fighters on top of them charging toward Little Creek Village at full speed. He quickly put the girl's handcuffs on to make sure she wouldn't cry. The bloodline warriors would not be able to stay alive if they found out about the ore's involvement in his case. Once he was sure they were gone, he wrapped the rock in the poison tree snake's skin to hide or at least mess up the aura.
He couldn't move his family during the day, so they joined the official route to help with the disguises. He asked Xiao Xiao to read the blacksmith book out loud after giving it to her. It was funny to see a blind beggar with a cane and a big bag on his back while a little kid read what looked like nonsense.
"A blood-resonating ore is used to make blood tools." The bloodsmith can make magical tools that connect with bloodline based on the properties of the blood-resonating metal and the mixture of ingredients.
"Blood tool grades are the same as the bloodline cultivation level: awakened, blood purification, blood resonance, and bloodborn."
"To forge a blood tool, the bloodsmith needs to have an inner flame and learn vein pattern inscription."
"Vein inscription is a soul-powered technique that allows blood warriors to flow blood energy into external tools."
As they walked along the side of the road to Pine City, Xiao Xiao's small voice could be heard. There was sometimes a flying creature that came straight at Little Creek Village. Random roars or loud blasts could be heard from time to time.--
After going for about six hours, Yan Jin decided to take a break to give the little girl a chance to rest. They sat in the shade of a pine tree and talked about how good it smelled. He could tell they were getting close to their goal. He gave the little girl something to chew on and then sat down in a meditation pose. He jumped for a second, but his face didn't show it.
After one heartbeat, a group of men in red robes walked up to Yan Jin. They were tired and had a lot of weapons. As they looked in every direction for signs of their prey, they had probably been in a hot chase. If Yan Jin could see, he would be able to tell that the outfits of the Yan Family had symbols on the shoulder blades.He didn't wait to be asked a question before asking, "Who is there?" He was waving his hands around and trying to grab his cane.