According to the clan commentary, there is more vividness in the entire spirit castle that is not usually there, and there is less mystery to the world, which is very lively. In the past, the teenagers who tested their excellent bloodlines were eager to try, as if they wanted to see if their bloodlines had evolved after a year of sharpening, or if they were purified. That's right, the bloodline of the spirit race is not one layer of immutability, even if it is the lowest F-level, as long as it is tempered, it is not impossible to become A-level or even S-level, although this has never appeared, but after all, it represents the possibility. This is also why Lingkun is desperate when he learns that he can be said to have no bloodline.

Everyone else is possible, but he doesn't.

The spirit clan's clan evaluation conference was very grand, but it was not as complicated as imagined, and after a very simple seat, the master of ceremonies preached some words of encouragement, and the conference began. Those with status have seats above, and most of them sit neatly at the back, looking very disciplined. In the middle stands a bamboo platform that is not very tall, and on the pillar of the bamboo platform is a gray and blackened stone. And the teenagers who need to be tested are standing in the open space not far from this bamboo platform.

The stage is separated from the middle row and the seats are neatly arranged. On the seat is the core of the entire Spirit Race. The first person to do it is the highest person in the Spirit Clan, Lingkun's father: the Spirit Master. He remained calm and sat indifferently, as if nothing could make him show obvious joy, even if it was an important family comment.

Looking at his father with an indifferent face, Lingkun remembered that when his brother Lingcong was testing the bloodline, his father had laughed, and the smile was obvious.

The one on the left side of the person on the left seemed very calm, and if you looked closely, you would find that he had a very similar face to Lingkun's father. But the difference is that he seems to be younger and more majestic than Lingkun's father, he is the younger brother of Lingkun and Lingkun's second uncle. The person on the right looked very old, his white hair seemed to be very sloppy, but he was unusually energetic, bowing his head and sipping tea, he was the great elder of the spirit clan. In the back, two to seven elders sat in a left and right arrangement. This is the upper echelon of the entire Spirit Race, the core of this Spirit Race.

It is worth mentioning that there is a young boy who is sitting on this side compared to these people, and the boy's name is Ling Cong.

Although he sat on the side of the seat, no one dared to ignore it, because he was the only one who sat on it as a young generation.

No one in the audience was jealous, some were just deeply envious and respectful, because he had the qualifications to sit on it.

The teenagers standing in the audience looked at Lingcong with admiration and excitement, as if they were sitting on it, full of interest.

And only one person seemed to be excited, Lingkun yawned, looked at the faces around him that were faintly red because of excitement, laughed at himself, and thought: It seems that only a guy like himself who has no hope at all can be so indifferent.

Lingkun, standing last in the back row.

As soon as the master of ceremonies explained a few simple words, he quickly began the bloodline assessment. The child who called the name ran up and held down the black stone, and then the master of ceremonies compared the bloodline according to the light emitted to determine the bloodline level. If there is a big progress, the master of ceremonies will nod with satisfaction and praise a few words. If there is little progress, or no progress, it is indispensable to be decadent by yourself. The whole mode seemed boring and disgusting to Lingkun.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer teenagers standing in the audience, and finally he was the only one left.

"Lingkun", the master of ceremonies pointed to the last name left on the paper, looked at the young man who slowly walked up and looked lonely, thinking about the decadence of this young man over the years, the master of ceremonies showed a very complicated expression. "Put your hand on the Blood Spirit Stone, don't be nervous. Unconsciously the emcee's usually serious voice softened.

And the people sitting in the audience, hearing this name, looked at the young man standing on the stage, and their eyes were indeed full of disdain and ridicule.

When Lingkun heard this, he put the blood spirit stone on his hand expressionlessly, and he didn't seem to care about the result at all. But also, for a fixed tragic ending like his, which has been repeated three times, there is really nothing to care about. However, thinking about the difference between himself and the strange mark in his hand, Lingkun still had a trace of expectation in his heart, expecting a miracle to happen to him.

When he read Lingkun's name, the spirit master who had been indifferently looking at the scene indifferently raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and the second uncle of Lingkun, who had been bowing his head and drinking tea with a cup, raised his head slightly, and even the great elder who was drowsy and coerced his head propped up his head.

Lingkun didn't find these details, otherwise he would seem to laugh at himself again, and a waste can attract the attention of three big people, which can be regarded as the best of the waste. However, even if he saw it, Lingkun would probably blame himself for being a child of the Spirit Lord, no matter how bad he was, but he wouldn't think that it was his own reason at all.

However, the miracle still did not happen, and it will not change the ending of the story because of a strange mark.

The Blood Spirit Stone didn't move, gray and black.

In Lingkun's eyes, it was indeed a black that devoured people, and it was so black that it made him feel cold. It seemed to mock the little hope he had sparked with a new mark.

The master of ceremonies looked at this result and seemed to be more disappointed than Lingkun. The master of ceremonies patted Lingkun on the shoulder, signaled him not to be too upset, and then read out the result: "Lingkun, bloodline level: none." There was a lot of intolerance in the words.

There was no response from the audience, and the response looked at Lingkun with even more disdain. It's not the surprise and incredulity of the audience when it was announced for the first time, it's a very common disdain, a habitual disdain.

Lingkun shrugged, as if he was accustomed to this situation, without a trace of expression. No one looked at anyone again, turned around, got off the stage, and slowly left the stage with unpleasant steps, leaving the three people sitting on the stage with a back, a very lonely back.

The spirit lord's brows had already returned to normal, his face was still indifferent, the second uncle lowered his head slightly, and continued to drink tea, and the great elder lowered his head again, and seemed to be even more sleepy.

In the field, it seemed that only the only young man sitting on the stage had been paying attention to Lingkun and had been worried about Lingkun. Looking at Lingkun's lonely back when he left, Lingcong's face was full of worry.

At the end of the clan review, Lingkun, who did not change the ending because of a new mark, still has no bloodline and is still a waste. The people of the clan still looked at him with disdain and mockery, and his father was still harsh on him.

Lingkun's life doesn't seem to have changed, and his heart is still very cold, cold!

But it has also changed, in addition to the brother who still loves him and takes care of him, there is an extra person in his life, a person named Ling'er.

So he went there late every night, to the top of the umbrella-like tree, to the nearest place to the moon, where a maiden was waiting for him, sitting and waiting for him. The girl was wearing a short snow-white dress, her bare skin was more crystal than the moonlight, and her smile was brighter than ...... moon.

Lingkun would sit next to the girl and tell the girl about her troubles, and the girl would listen silently, as if she was sharing Lingkun's sorrows.

The wind was howling at night, and the speed seemed a little cold, but Lingkun was not cold, he felt warmer than Bai Yue.

His heart warmed.

With a girl, his heart, which had been cold for three years, gradually warmed up......