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At this moment, Hunxiu is overwhelmed by self-doubt, feeling like he's nothing more than a waste, a piece of trash. He firmly believes that, given his father, Hun Tiandi, it should be fitting for him to possess the bloodline of Dou Di. However, in the current circumstances, it seems as if he's a "tiger father, dog son," and there's no trace of Dou Di's bloodline within him.
Within the Hun clan, he's considered even worse than trash. Without the support of Dou Di's bloodline, regardless of how high his talent or how hard he works, his achievements in this life seem limited. Will he ever be able to shine as a young and promising figure? Perhaps the best he can hope for is to reach the level of a Dou Zong when he's much older. After all, not everyone can be a prodigy like the protagonist, Xiao Yan.
But what does being a strong Dou Zong mean within the Hun clan? Is it a thankless role? Truthfully, while a Dou Zong might command respect outside the clan, within the Hun clan, they might only be marginally more esteemed than those who sweep floors and clean toilets—just a bit stronger.
"Hey…"
Hunxiu felt immense disappointment in his heart, letting out a deep sigh. He had traveled through time with aspirations of becoming the protagonist, a genius, and a hero within the Hun clan. Yet he found himself labeled as a waste.
After today, Hunxiu may well find himself unable to make any progress within the entire Hun clan, and there's a possibility that he might even be expelled. The competition among ancient families like the Hun Clan is incredibly fierce.
At this moment, Hunxiu's heart was shrouded in gloom, perceiving the world as a grayscale landscape devoid of light.
And then, as if his world were turning entirely bleak, a voice suddenly surged with excitement in his mind:
"Your system has arrived; do you sign for it?"
Hearing this voice, Hunxiu was taken aback. It turned out that he also possessed a system and a cheat. He initially believed he was just an ordinary time traveler. It now seemed that things were not as they appeared; Hunxiu was also a systematic traveler.
After seven years of waiting, he believed the system might never come. But now it was here, and it felt like a well-earned reward. In a burst of happiness, Hunxiu looked up to the sky and broke into an exuberant laugh, even if it sounded somewhat immature. He was genuinely happy this time.
Surrounding onlookers began to murmur:
"Why is that 'trash' laughing? Has he gone mad?"
"I think so!"
"Perhaps he can't accept the fact that he lacks a drop of Dou Di's blood and is going insane."
Hunxiu paid little attention to the discussions around him. He was already lost in his laughter, silently affirming to himself,
"Accept!"
With the system in hand, he believed he could be young and promising, regardless of his lack of Dou Di's blood.
"Ding."
"Welcome to bind the god-level system."
"According to the analysis of the host's current environment, there are three sets of solutions for the host's reference only."
"Option [1]: Obtain the super divine bloodline, impress everyone, and get Dou Ling Cultivation base."
"Option [2]: Obtain a tenth-grade bloodline, dazzle everyone, and Get Dou Shi cultivation base."
"Option [3]: Depart silently, embracing the fact that you lack Dou Di's bloodline, and embrace the title of 'Little Waste.'"
Hunxiu's laughter was momentarily halted, especially when it came to the first two options, which made him laugh all the more exuberantly. But the third option left him uneasy. Why settle for the title of 'Little Waste'? What kind of choice was that?
His laughter ceased, and he decisively chose the first option. With his blood boiling, he felt that his choice had already been made.
Confronting the middle-aged man, he confidently stated, "Elder, I sense my Dou Di bloodline is surging and boiling. May I touch the stele again?"
Hunxiu's bright eyes glowed with determination.
The middle-aged man hesitated. According to the rules, there were only two chances to activate the bloodline. If the bloodline was not activated the first time, a second chance was granted. But what if it failed the second time? Logically, there should be no third chance, as it went against the rules entirely.
Just as the middle-aged man wavered, Hunfeng couldn't help but laugh and mock, "Hahaha... Boiling blood? Seriously? Hunxiu, you're nothing but a waste, yet you dare to dream? It's pure wishful thinking."
To be honest, witnessing Hunxiu's fall from grace made Hunfeng quite delighted. After all, with one less contender for the position of young master in the future, there was less competition for him.
Even Hunyu and others joined in with hearty laughter. After all, in their eyes, someone without the blood of Dou Di was insignificant in the Hun clan.
Hunxiu, though, heard their laughter and Hunfeng's mockery, and within him, a sense of determination rose: "Laugh all you want. At this moment, you might look down on me, but you'll be in for a shock later, a resounding slap in the face."
Seeing the middle-aged man's hesitation, Hunxiu couldn't resist reminding him, "Elder, don't forget, I am the son of the patriarch."
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, hearing such a bold statement from a seven-year-old. It was a surprising display of understanding regarding the importance of one's family connections in this competitive era.
Eventually, the middle-aged man relented, granting Hunxiu one final chance to touch the stele.
Hunxiu, brimming with excitement, placed his small hand on the stone tablet once more. As soon as his hand touched the tablet, it radiated a brilliant light, sending rays soaring into the sky, causing the entire Hun clan to tremble.
Astonished, the middle-aged man beside the stele couldn't help but gasp upon seeing the rays of light and the large characters that appeared on the stele.
"Eleventh-grade bloodline!"
"Super Divine Blood."