Just as Sheng Xueqin was about to return to her room, Chen Yuan called her over, then took out a bottle of fresh blood, exactly the blood offered by that young man selling ancestral treasures on Tao Street.
"I will teach you a cultivation technique that allows you to deceive the heavens, and tomorrow you will drip this blood onto your forehead. Let it flow under your skin's surface, but don't fuse it with your bloodline, make it look like your lineage has changed to another, at least to the extent that it appears so on the outside."
Chen Yuan handed the bottle of blood to Sheng Xueqin and taught her the cultivation technique.
"Young master, are we going to use this fake bloodline to deceive those Earth Corpses and Heavenly Corpses?!"
Sheng Xueqin, not being foolish, was moved upon hearing this and spoke up.
Chen Yuan smiled and said, "You guessed right."
