Lyn’s ultimate solution to this problem lay in the Bloodrage Technique—a secret art passed down through his own bloodline.
By combining this inherited technique with unique arcane sigil arts crafted by Belmond ancestors, he could forcibly devour the Ancient Blood using Xing Luo’s power, triggering a bloodline metamorphosis.
These bloodline arts and arcane sigils formed the bedrock of this world’s power systems.
Arcane sigil arts were coveted by all Vocationers. When Xing Luo fought Norton and the Divine Snow Sakura earlier, their flashy moves—all fueled by mana—fell under this category.
Activated by mana, arcane sigils unleashed unimaginable power: divine spells, sword techniques, martial arts, and esoteric abilities beyond ordinary comprehension…
Yet each person’s compatible sigils varied based on innate talent, bloodline gifts, and specialized Vocation.
Unlike arcane sigils—which most Vocationers could learn—bloodline arts demanded far harsher conditions. They couldn’t be acquired through effort alone.
They existed solely within potent bloodlines, wieldable only by true heirs.
Like Lyn’s awakened Bloodrage Technique and Blood Manipulation Art—the two foundational secrets of the Belmond bloodline.
Even among Belmonds, the same awakened art manifested differently. Lyn’s Bloodrage Technique, for instance, possessed the exceedingly rare traits of devouring and fusion—unlike any other.
This was one of Lyn’s deepest secrets. If his family discovered this variant of Bloodrage Technique… it would spark chaos. Some monstrous kin might even covet his blood.
Until he gained absolute strength to protect it, Lyn had no intention of revealing this.
Now, leveraging this hidden trait, he could fuse with Xing Luo’s draconic bloodline despite his own weakened state. Her power would shield him from the Ancient Blood’s violent onslaught, forcing his bloodline to evolve.
Xing Luo wouldn’t be harmed. Through a special Blood Oath ritual, they’d jointly harness the Ancient Blood’s power for ascension.
Lyn wasn’t devouring her bloodline—he’d only briefly merge with it, using her draconic essence as a shield for his breakthrough.
Sadly, the Blood Oath ritual required an intimate soul or blood bond. Without it, Lyn wouldn’t have delayed until successfully summoning Xing Luo to escape this predicament.
Had his sister still been around, he might have resolved this years ago. But ever since she entered the Divine Grace Tower to train, they’d barely met—let alone performed a Blood Oath together.
For years, Lyn only caught glimpses of her through sparse updates from the Tower, or when she sent items out with messengers. Even those exchanges happened via remote communication.
His thoughts churned. His feelings for his sister were complicated. She was domineering, controlling, and utterly infuriating… yet she’d entered the Divine Grace Tower alone for his sake. She’d endured years of isolation in silence.
Lyn knew she did it to defy the Belmond Family—to protect him.
Against a behemoth like the Belmonds, they stood no chance unprepared. His sister’s only option was imperial backing. The Divine Grace Tower belonged to the Empress.
By joining it, she’d secured the Empress’s protection.
That was why Lyn lived freely these years—untouched by family troubles, even leveraging the Belmond name to cause trouble.
Perhaps the nearing breakthrough stirred his emotions. Fleeting thoughts crowded his mind. He took a moment to steady himself before focusing on the Blood Oath ritual.
He’d prepared for this day meticulously, simulating it countless times. All materials were ready.
After setting up a simple array, Lyn retrieved a Potion brewed by a talented alchemy junior. He etched the ritual’s sigils onto his own skin.
Just as he finished the temporary markings and redressed, noise erupted from the bathroom.
Xing Luo dashed out, freshly bathed. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and she wore a fluffy nightgown that made her look impossibly delicate. Panicked maids trailed behind, unable to catch her. They started to apologize, but Lyn waved them off. He needed the room cleared anyway—this ritual was another secret.
As the others retreated, Xing Luo spotted the Potion on the table. Golden pupils flickered with star-like sigils.
“Did Master prepare this for me?”
She pounced into his arms, smacking her lips as if to taste it. Lyn snatched the vial away first. “This isn’t for drinking.”
He tapped her smooth forehead.
“Show me your leg.”
Xing Luo tilted her head obediently. “Oh.” She lifted her skirt—
“Who told you to lift the whole thing up?!”
Lust +1!
Lyn’s composure shattered whenever Xing Luo was near.
“Master didn’t specify how much to show…” Xing Luo pouted.
“And why are you wearing nothing underneath?!”
“It’s uncomfortable.” She stated it matter-of-factly.
Now Lyn understood why the maids had chased her out so frantically—it wasn’t about drying her hair.
The ritual would have to wait. Scowling, Lyn scooped up the little dragon girl and carried her back to the bath.
Before any ceremony, he clearly needed to instill some basic human decency in this loli dragon first.
