Chapter 22: Kin

Kin…?

Something’s off—this aura’s way off! Can a kin really radiate this intense Blood Intent?!

The low-rank Blood Clan gawked at Filo. Up close, Filo’s true nature was undeniable, her top-tier Blood Clan aura crushing down. Add two dragons of unknown levels and kin beasts that could each solo her?

Terrifying. What is this forest? This firepower could wipe a normal nation—straight-up “country-killer” level!

In the human world, the top dogs, Great Sages, hit around level 800. Below them, dozens of Sages clocked in at 500-ish. After that, human strength tanked—most didn’t even break 100.

Level 100? Adventurer-tier. 200? Elite. 300? Hero. Above 300? Country-killer.

Blood Clan’s split was just as stark, but not by level—by bloodline.

Higher bloodline, higher starting level, faster growth, better skills—both in speed and quality.

Low-ranks, no matter how hard they tried, capped below 200. High-ranks? Some were born past 200.

Harsh, but that’s reality.

“L-Lord…” the low-rank stammered, eyeing Filo.

Filo gave her a weird look. She clocked her as Blood Clan, but…

Filo blew a soft breath. The low-rank’s face shifted, sweat beads forming.

Seconds later, the low-rank boy morphed into a low-rank girl.

“…”

“…”

The Blood Clan girl clutched her cheeks, shocked. Her mom’s disguise skill, undone so easily—high-rank stuff, no doubt.

“I didn’t mean to invade your turf, please don’t kill me, I’m begging!” She thumped to her knees. Filo, speechless, glanced at Bingpo and Chiyan, freshly thawed from her ice block.

Filo: What do with her?

Bingpo/Chiyan: Whatever Master wants, we’re down!

The dragons stood “harmoniously,” hand-in-hand, veins popping on their arms.

Fine, guess it’s on me.

Filo sighed, eyeing the low-rank girl. She raised a hand; the girl quaked, scared witless of “me.”

“Chill, we’re kin. Stand up and talk,” Filo said, flicking her wrist. Blood threads gently wrapped the girl, yanking her to her feet.

No way she’d stand on her own, Filo figured.

Filo’s blood-red eyes locked on her. The girl froze, flashing back to a childhood Blood Clan legend her mom told.

[One Blood Clan king: the “mother” of all, the first, strongest—True Ancestor. No one knows her face, only her unmatched blood-red eyes and silver hair. Master of Blood Thread Technique. Even if you don’t know she’s the True Ancestor, any Blood Clan, up close, knows instantly—she’s the one.]

Heart thumping, the girl stared at Filo. True Ancestor’s aura should be poison to low-ranks, but this close? Fine wine.

No mistake—this feeling!

“Your Majesty!”

She banged to one knee—not fear, but pure respect for the ultimate.

“True Ancestor… Master, you’re a True Ancestor?! That’s Dragon King level?!” Chiyan gaped, jaw practically unhinged.

True Ancestor—even dragons knew the title. Equal to Dragon Kings, an Ultimate Being, one of the ten strongest.

Bingpo, arms crossed beside Filo, smirked. Knowing Filo’s identity early gave her the edge—no rude gawking like Chiyan.

Standing by Filo, she radiated “Master’s top dog” vibes, aura whooshing out.

“Tch, you just now figured out Master’s True Ancestor? I knew ages ago~” Bingpo grinned, twisting the knife. Chiyan’s soul puffed out, body stiff, thumping to the ground.

Chiyan: KO’d (fainted).

Bingpo relished the moment. Early gloat, sure, but still sweet!

Filo, itching to roast, held back.

“Get up.”

“But…”

“That’s an order.”

“Got it!”

The girl shot up, eyes gleaming, fear gone. As True Ancestor, Filo wouldn’t harm her—a deep-rooted awe and respect drowned out dread.

As they locked eyes, Filo secretly used Detect. A private panel popped up. A quick glance—nothing odd, just a basic Blood Clan girl, level 60, weaker than the panda.

“Why’s a low-rank like you, not chilling in Blood Clan turf, running around human lands?” Filo asked, puzzled.

The girl froze, fists clenched. Coming to human lands wasn’t a casual choice.

“Your Majesty, please return to Blood Clan territory. It’s total chaos there now!”