Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

“Violet Blood Burns the Heavens! It actually automatically activated! Heavens, this is…!”

When Huang Chang and his subordinates saw the raging flames around Long Chen, they were shocked.

Long Chen himself was bewildered. The moment he stepped into the barrier, his violet blood energy ignited on its own.

Forming hand seals, he forcibly suppressed the flames.

Long Chen asked, “Senior, what is going on?”

Actually, the gate before them contained a secret art of the violet blood race, designed to sense a person’s intentions. If anyone harbored malice toward the violet blood race, it would immediately trigger an alarm.

Furthermore, the barrier held the supreme laws of the violet blood race, which had the ability to test a disciple’s potential. Activating this function consumed an immense amount of energy, so it was only used for a limited time each year. However, due to the mistaken belief that Long Zhantian was an enemy, they had activated all of the barrier’s functions, including the testing aspect.

This test evaluated the strength of a disciple’s bloodline based on their violet blood fluctuations.

If any flames appeared, it was known as Violet Blood Burns the Heavens. Flames longer than a foot were already considered rare, while those exceeding three meters signified an elite talent.

However, Long Chen’s flames spread across several miles. If he hadn’t suppressed them, they might have continued expanding indefinitely.

That sight left Huang Chang and the others completely stunned. Their gazes toward Long Chen changed drastically.

None of them had expected a disciple from the outside world to possess such a heaven-defying bloodline. It was as if the heavens had just blessed the violet blood race with a supreme meat pie from the sky.

“Quick, report this to the race leader! Brother Zhantian, you two can come with me!” said Huang Chang, his demeanor changing all of a sudden.

He now addressed Long Zhantian as “Brother,” his tone filled with newfound respect. Originally, Huang Chang had intended to bring them to the outer courtyard, but now he directly led them to a transportation formation. A single teleportation later, they arrived in a massive plaza.

Long Chen saw tens of thousands of young disciples seated throughout the plaza, solemnly listening to a woman speaking on the stage. It seemed that they were attending a lesson.

To his surprise, these tens of thousands of young men and women were all thirteen-vein Heaven Saints. Long Chen didn’t dare to believe his eyes. Every single one of them had thirteen heaven veins? Wasn’t that crazy?

However, Long Chen found it curious that not all of them were that strong. Only a handful of them were on the same level as Li Changgeng, Fantian De, and the others.

“Could it be like Dad said? That thirteen heaven veins aren’t actually that rare, and it all depends on the cultivation technique?” Long Chen murmured to himself.

At first, Long Chen was badly shocked. If they were all on the same level as Li Changgeng or Fantian De, that really would be terrifying.

As Long Chen arrived, the teacher and disciples turned to look at him. They recognized Huang Chang but had never seen Long Chen or his father before. Moreover, the two of them weren’t wearing the violet blood race’s robes or any other symbol of status, making them stand out even more.

“Focus on the lesson!” the teacher shouted.

Her sharp voice even made Long Chen jump. She held a jade tablet similar to Huang Chang’s, marking her as an Elder of similar rank.

Her gaze swept across the students like a blade, and she angrily shouted, “As elite disciples of the violet blood race, you bear the responsibility of our race’s rise! How can your hearts go astray with the slightest puff of wind?! This proves that you weren’t sincerely listening before! Can’t you concentrate on a lesson? You’ve really disappointed me. To study without deep contemplation, to think without understanding, to enter the Dao without comprehending its essence, to comprehend the Dao without cultivating it—in the end, you will remain empty-headed fools!”

This teacher was extremely strict—her tongue and her eyes were both sharp. Long Chen couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for these disciples.

This kind of rigid teaching style was torture, dry and unchanging. Everyone was probably hoping for her to finish as soon as possible. With every minute feeling as long as a year, who would be listening seriously?

Nonetheless, after being scolded, these disciples hurriedly put on appearances of intense focus while still sneaking glances at Long Chen and his father, wondering who the two strangers were.

Huang Chang chuckled as they moved past the plaza. “Master Quan Xi is the strictest teacher in our race. The violet blood race has profound magical arts and divine abilities that disciples are not allowed to study privately. We only transmit them verbally through lessons like these.”

Huang Chang’s tone was much warmer than before, and his use of “our race” now included Long Zhantian and Long Chen.

Eventually, they arrived at a massive palace guarded by dozens of guards. It seemed they had been expecting Long Chen and Long Zhantian. When Huang Chang walked in, they all bowed neatly to him.

As the palace doors opened, a terrifying Emperor might surged outward, blasting Long Chen off his feet. Instinctively, he activated his power to resist, but Long Zhantian quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.

Only then did Long Chen remember his father’s instructions: he was only allowed to use his violet blood power here. He had almost used his astral energy by reflex.

Once the initial wave of pressure dissipated, Long Chen looked inside the palace and was stunned. Within the grand hall stood dozens of figures, all radiating immense auras.

Every single one of them is a violet-crown Divine Emperor?! There are at least sixty to eighty of them here!

The sheer number of Divine Emperors was astonishing. When Long Chen stepped inside, they remained silent, their sharp gazes piercing into him as if trying to see through his very soul.

Long Chen frowned. What’s this supposed to mean? Are they trying to intimidate me?

At that moment, a warm, elderly voice broke the silence. “Child, come, let this old man take a look at you.”

The voice carried a soothing power, making Long Chen feel inexplicably comfortable. Just hearing it made him instinctively like the speaker.

As Long Chen followed the voice, the Divine Emperors standing in the front row parted, creating a path.

Long Zhantian and Long Chen walked forward under the watchful, frosty gazes of the elders. However, Long Chen wasn’t the type to back down. He met their icy stares with one of his own.

Divine Emperors? So what? At this distance, none of you could dodge my attack if I struck.

Finally, they arrived before a central throne. Seated upon it was a kindly elder holding a staff, his eyes filled with warmth. As he looked at Long Chen, he smiled and nodded.

The kind-looking elder said, “Good, very good!”

Before Long Chen could respond, an icy voice suddenly interrupted.

“Race leader, this person is arrogant and mannerless! He also looks disgusting. He might not be a good person!”