Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1031 - 1029: Bloodline (2nd Update)

According to the hierarchy of bloodline strength, currently, the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race can be divided into Royal Family, Heavenly Sovereignty, Life-Seizing Kind, Harassers, Blood Soldiers, and Night Spirits.

The Royal Family naturally refers to the royalty of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race. Their bloodline concentration is the highest. Of course, all celestial seeds have the opportunity to become part of the Royal Family, as they reproduce asexually. They lack familial relationships such as mother and child, father and child, uncle and nephew, and have no connections with one another. Anyone with a bloodline concentration higher than 100 units is counted as part of the Royal Family.

What is 100 units?

"Units" is the standardized measurement used by the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race to quantify bloodline concentration.

One unit equals one ten-thousandth of the Primordial Race Emperor’s bloodline concentration. A hundred units, therefore, represents one thousandth of the Primordial Race Emperor’s bloodline concentration. It may seem like a small amount, but in fact, it is an astronomical figure. The average bloodline concentration across the entire Extraterrestrial Celestial Race is only eight units.

Bloodline concentrations between 50 and 100 units are classified as Heavenly Sovereignty.

Bloodline concentrations between 30 and 50 units are designated as the Life-Seizing Kind.

Bloodline concentrations between 10 and 30 units are grouped as Harassers.

Bloodline concentrations between 5 and 10 units are defined as Blood Soldiers.

Bloodline concentrations between 0 and 5 units belong to the Night Spirits.

The vast majority of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race falls under the categories of Blood Soldiers and Harassers, comprising more than ninety percent of the total population.

Differences in bloodline concentration lead to disparities in power—a vast, insurmountable disparity.

Simo Tao was a Blood Soldier with a very low bloodline concentration, only seven units.

He had come to the Divine Martial Continent early on. Using human terminology, he was akin to a scout, a cannon fodder.

Simo Tao’s combat ability was roughly equivalent to a Martial Cultivator in the Second Level or Third Level of the Heaven Earth Domination Realm!

Therefore, imagining Simo Tao facing Di Qiong is not difficult.

It was tantamount to an ant encountering a nuclear bomb!!!

"No..." At the instant Di Qiong launched her fist, Simo Tao’s sole thought was to escape. But alas, he had no qualifications to flee. When Di Qiong acted, breaking free was out of the question for him.

Though he lacked the strength to run, Simo Tao still displayed his instinct for survival. In the nanosecond between life and death, the human skin he had been using as a disguise instantly dissolved.

His true form was revealed.

The true form was monstrous, frightful beyond belief.

It was four to five meters long, standing upright on two legs. Its head resembled that of a wolf, teeth abnormally sharp and protruded. His entire body was coated in a liquid the color of asphalt, rippling menacingly.

He stood tall and unnervingly straight, with six elongated arms similar to those of a great ape. However, his arms lacked flesh, consisting only of bare bone.

More disturbing was his three eyes—especially the central one, horrifying in its entirely white appearance with no pupil.

Overall, the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race’s form was exceedingly grotesque, surpassing any imaginable terror—face contorted into an infinitely ghastly visage.

If one had to make a comparison, the general appearance of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race could be likened to the aliens from America’s movie "Alien." But even then, it was only a partial similarity, about thirty percent. The adult aliens resembled miniature dinosaurs and could still be considered an acceptable level of ugliness and creepiness, whereas the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race was far more disturbing—akin to a six-armed, skinless humanoid with a wolf’s head, its horror exponentially greater.

Regardless, when Simo Tao revealed his true form, everyone in the tavern hall—every Martial Cultivator present—was utterly petrified. They had never witnessed such a repulsive, grotesque, and terrifying creature!

Even Di Qiong’s expression changed slightly, though her fist did not alter direction.

"Sssss... I refuse to accept this!!!" Simo Tao howled, his voice harsh and grating. Though it resembled human speech, the hoarseness mingled with a metallic undertone, creating an agonizingly piercing sound that directly lacerated one’s psyche. Ordinary people exposed to such a voice would likely suffer immediate mental breakdown.

In that precise moment, Di Qiong suddenly recalled Su Chen’s earlier words about sparing the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race a breath of life. Consequently, the fist that was about to land on Simo Tao withdrew two-thirds of its force.

Boom!

The punch had landed.

The front torso of Simo Tao’s hideous, asphalt-coated body caved in instantly. His forelimbs were visibly shattered upon impact.

Simo Tao’s blood sprayed through the air. It was not red, but grayish-white, releasing a pungent odor as it scattered, sharp and acrid. His blood was poisonous, as was the blood of the entire Extraterrestrial Celestial Race.

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Simo Tao’s body was flung backward, crashing into the tavern’s counter. The counter was utterly destroyed, reduced to splinters.

The wooden shards flew, akin to bullets, embedding themselves into Simo Tao’s grotesque frame.

Simo Tao appeared inconceivably pitiful, with his grayish-white blood continuing to ooze relentlessly. He panted heavily, lifting his head to glare at Di Qiong with boundless resentment and terror.

"Disgusting." Di Qiong frowned slightly and uttered coldly.

"Naturally disgusting. The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race’s appearance is even more chilling than the demons of legend. That’s why they prefer disguising themselves as humans, wearing human skin." Su Chen, still seated by the table, remarked calmly before taking another sip of wine.

Di Qiong instinctively asked, "Human skin?"

"Yes, human skin. The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race first consumes human flesh, bones, and organs entirely, leaving only the skin behind. Then they wear the skin over their own body," Su Chen explained matter-of-factly.

Di Qiong and the Martial Cultivators in the hall momentarily froze in their breaths.

Such cruelty.

Of course, Su Chen—who was far more knowledgeable about the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race—knew that this level of cruelty was just the beginning. The atrocities committed by the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race were numerous; they were a thousand times more grotesque than the horrifying creatures known as "aliens."

If the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race weren’t as appallingly cruel and savage, how could the reputation of their unspeakable monstrosities continue to echo across eras, evoking fear among humans and Demon Beasts on the Divine Martial Continent for countless millions of years?

"You seem quite knowledgeable about my celestial species," Simo Tao glanced at Su Chen, his tone laced with mockery and venom. "Since you understand us so well, you must realize that the Divine Martial Continent has no chance of survival this time!!! This time, my celestial race is mobilized as a whole! Unlike last time, we will annihilate everything! The Divine Martial Continent cannot withstand us! Even if it were ten thousand times stronger, it would still collapse!"

"Perhaps. But even if it’s doomed, there’s no excuse for not fighting back, is there?" Su Chen smiled faintly. "Alright, let’s get to business. I’ll ask questions, and you’ll answer them."

Simo Tao sneered disdainfully. Though technically a sneer, his expression was so ghastly it was closer to a horrifying cry.

"I know you’re not afraid of death. None of the celestial species fear death. But even if you refuse to speak, or you self-destruct, I can still resort to ’Seed Condensation’ to learn all that I wish to know," Su Chen continued unaffected by Simo Tao’s sneer.

This time, Simo Tao no longer sneered. Instead, he was gripped by overwhelming anxiety—a profound and unparalleled shock. He seemed to momentarily forget his pain and fear and stared intently at Su Chen, unblinking. "You... you... who exactly are you?"