Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5747 The Race Leader’s Plan

The race leader simply smiled in response and replied, “There are hidden dangers all over the place. One extra isn’t too many.”

“You mean to keep that little fellow?” asked the mysterious voice. “Don’t blame me for not warning you. That Long Zhantian left his son here clearly so that we would raise him. He’s exhausting our resources. The odds of the two of them being useful to us in any capacity are very low.”

The race leader replied, “But at the very least, Luo Zichuan is one hundred percent loyal to the violet blood race. He has put his all into helping us. Just based on that, even if his family were just a bunch of useless mouths, the violet blood race would still have to raise them.”

The voice disapproved. “You do realize that ever since ancient times, the violet blood race has been eating away at its resources? We are almost completely depleted. At this rate, we might not last another thousand years. Choosing to raise such a huge number of useless people has caused huge divergences within the violet blood race.”

“Disagreements are normal. They prove that each person has their own opinions. That’s not a bad thing. Other than that, I’m planning on using up all our resources within the next few years.”

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“Are you crazy?!” demanded the voice.

“We have to. The time has come for us to gamble everything. Long Chen is a member of the violet blood race. Since he has come, he must get his share as well, just like everyone else did. Although there is no absolute fairness in this world, I must be fair,” replied the race leader.

While his voice was soft, his tone was as firm as iron.

After pondering for a bit, the voice said, “Then how are you going to deal with the conflicts between the major families? Long Chen’s arrival has only made things worse.”

“Adding oil to the fire isn’t a bad thing. It will quicken my plans. At the very least, things seem to be going very smoothly.”

“Your plan? Are you not planning on giving me even a hint about it?”

“Nope.”

“You don’t trust me?” asked the voice, dissatisfied.

“I don’t even trust myself.”

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Long Chen continued looking for techniques that interested him. The violet blood race had countless divine abilities, but he wasn’t planning to learn too many. He simply wanted to gain experience in this regard.

When Long Zhantian taught Long Chen various techniques, he emphasized that cultivating magical arts and divine abilities wasn’t about their form but their soul. The soul of a technique was its foundation. As long as one grasped the essence of a technique, they could unleash endless transformations and variations of it. The soul was what was most important.

Long Chen had originally believed his mental realm was already very high, but through Long Zhantian’s guidance, he saw an entirely new world of understanding. His comprehension rose to a whole new level.

Although the violet blood race possessed countless divine abilities, not many of them suited Long Chen. He was learning them mostly to perfect his Eight Star Battle Armor.

When it came to the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, Long Zhantian couldn’t give Long Chen many pointers. He told his son that his path was one he had to walk alone. No one could help him.

Still, thanks to Long Zhantian’s insights, Long Chen could deepen his understanding of the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art. At the same time, he formulated a direction for upgrading the Eight Star Battle Armor. However, perfecting it would require time and effort.

Learning these techniques could help him come up with the new form of the Eight Star Battle Armor.

While Long Chen was immersed in his studies, the outside world remained relatively calm. Since Elder Zhixin chose not to pursue the matter, no one else could escalate it. The entire incident was quietly brushed aside, and the dead disciple of the Bi family was soon forgotten.

As for the three disciples who lost their limbs, half a day later, the energy sealing their wounds dissipated, leaving no lasting consequences. Long Chen had merely intended to teach them a lesson, not take their lives. Ironically, their so-called savior had been the one to take a life.

For three days, Long Chen wandered through the Violet Immortal Pavilion. To outsiders, it seemed as if he were aimlessly strolling. Each time he entered a light pillar, he would leave within a few breaths, rarely staying longer than an incense stick’s time.

Others typically spent ten days, half a month, or even longer inside a single pillar, yet Long Chen moved freely between them.

Each pillar’s trial had stringent qualifications: a certain purity of bloodline, soul resonance, willpower, and physical aptitude. The trials were notoriously harsh, yet not a single pillar rejected Long Chen. That made quite a few people stare at him in astonishment.

Although Long Chen had subdued an Elder, many dismissed it as luck because Elder Zhixin was not a combat specialist. He would be considered an inheritance Elder, one in charge of passing down the abilities of the violet blood race to future disciples. Normally, he would help disciples open their meridians, refine their Spiritual Strength, forge their bones and tendons, and some other stuff.

His fighting skills were limited to exchanges on the martial stage. In fact, before Long Chen’s arrival, there had been no record of him killing anyone. Thanks to Long Chen though, he now had that record.

Some speculated that Elder Zhixin had been caught off guard, explaining how Long Chen managed to overpower him. More than his strength, people were shocked by Long Chen’s guts. Through this incident, everyone realized the Luo family had recruited a madman.

Three days later, Long Chen concluded his studies.

Luo Zichuan had long since left the pavilion. Once things settled down and he saw no one provoked Long Chen again, he stopped wasting time and went home to cultivate.

With Long Chen’s help, Luo Zichuan had purified his bloodline, unlocking even greater potential. But potential alone was useless—it had to be excavated. He needed to push his violet blood power to its peak to live up to Long Chen’s filial piety.

“You’re finally out? How about I send you back home?” asked the Elder from the Luo family.

As Long Chen exited the Violet Immortal Pavilion, an Elder from the Luo family hesitated to let him leave alone. If he encountered trouble again, who knew what kind of fuss might ensue?

“Senior, you’re too kind. I can go by myself,” Long Chen replied with a smile.

Seeing his bright, carefree demeanor, the Elder nodded. Long Chen seemed to be in good spirits.

“Alright, they take care.”

“Yup!”

Long Chen waved goodbye. On his way back, he encountered many disciples from other families. Some eyed him with hostility, but none dared provoke him, so he didn’t do anything to them either.

When Long Chen returned to the Luo family’s plaza, he ran into a group of weapon-bearing disciples, looking quite spirited. It was Luo Shenghui’s group. Upon seeing Long Chen, Luo Shenghui sneered and blocked his path.

“Wow, if it isn’t this waste of food—”

Pow!

Long Chen slapped him before he could finish. An explosive crack echoed through the air as Luo Shenghui was sent tumbling backward, crashing into a decorative mountain. The formation protecting it shattered on impact.