Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

Zhang Shenglin hadn't realized that the 108 books weren't ordinary books, and he was completely unaware of what he had promised. Su Xingze wouldn't remind him either; he would naturally realize it once he started studying.

"Put your reading aside for now, I'll help you master the power of the Qilin's bloodline first."

Su Xingze had not forgotten his original purpose for taking the class.

"Give me the 106th book."

The cover of the book given by the little mermaid was blank, but Zhang Shenglin only glanced at the books piled up in his personal space before instinctively taking one out.

After receiving the book, Su Xingze turned to a page and then returned the book to Zhang Shenglin.

"The information about the Qilin bloodline is all here. Before that, let's do a bloodline test."

"As we all know, the Qilin bloodline is divided into five major types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In addition, there are the black Qilin, jade Qilin, and thunder Qilin. These are the eight most mainstream types of Qilin. Beyond these eight, due to the inheritance and mutation of the bloodline, more types of Qilin have emerged, but in reality, they all evolved from the eight major types of Qilin."

"Give me your hand."

Zhang Shenglin offered him his hand, and Su Xingze, holding his hand, smiled and said, "You trust me that much?"

He held the child's fingertips with one hand and took out a small round plate resembling a Bagua symbol from his spatial storage with the other.

An invisible wind sliced ​​through Zhang Shenglin's fingertip, and a drop of blood fell into the Bagua disc. The pointer at the center began to tremble as soon as it touched his blood.

Without checking the test results, Su Xingze ran his hand over the child's fingertip, and the small wound healed instantly. Only then did he look at the Bagua plate with satisfaction.

"It seems our Ah Lin is a black Qilin, which suits her quite well."

The black Qilin is a warrior, with a calm and intelligent personality, which is very similar to the child's own personality.

Knowing about bloodlines makes things much easier. Researchers in his world have a deep understanding of bloodlines, even more so than most bloodline descendants themselves. The books they've compiled clearly record the characteristics, cultivation methods, and precautions for each bloodline.

In this small tomb chamber, Zhang Shenglin began his daily practice of cultivating the Qilin bloodline.

The tomb is isolated from the world, and the passage of time is imperceptible.

Although it would be difficult for Zhang Shenglin to endure the days in the tomb alone, he could still stay well in the dark and lonely tomb.

He has been accompanied by loneliness since he became conscious.

When he was very young, facing the fervent and reverent gazes of his people, he seemed to have become a statue to be worshipped. No one approached him, and no one tried to understand him.

All he could do was train silently and read silently. Even though there were so many people around him, he seemed to be separated from them by a different spatial barrier, and loneliness was always with him.

Later, his true identity was revealed, and his people, who had been fanatically worshipping and believing in him, felt deceived. Disappointment, malice, and resentment were all directed at them.

He was thrown into the clan's orphanage, where the children all had their own cliques, and he couldn't fit in. He was even ostracized because he was different from everyone else.

Actually, it's nothing. He's used to being alone. When he's not training, it's a good pastime to be alone and quietly daydream without anyone bothering him.

He was used to this lonely life, but after meeting the little merman, his life changed dramatically.

In this dark tomb chamber that should have been empty except for one other person, the eerie and terrifying chamber became warm and inviting.

The small tomb chamber had changed dramatically since the first day I entered.

After Su Xingze confirmed that the coffin in the middle of the tomb was just an ordinary coffin, he put it into his system space.

He disliked coffins because they were considered unlucky, and he didn't even want to put them in his personal space.

The coffin was gone, replaced by a 1.5-meter-long, soft bed. Opposite the bed against the wall was a small cabinet, and in the center of the tomb was a small dining table, which also served as a desk.

Zhang Shenglin is currently sitting at the dining table reading a book. He has already finished reading the content about the Qilin and is now trying to feel the power within his body according to the methods taught in the book.

At the original entrance to the tomb chamber was a small kitchen with a gas stove on a wooden table. Su Xingze was standing by the stove making dinner.

As for the dry rations the two of them brought, it wasn't like they were really starving. Why would they choose to eat dry, unpalatable, and inedible rations when there were fresh foods available in the store?

As for the Zhang family's training, Su Xingze didn't care.

In his eyes, Zhang Shenglin was at the age when he needed nutrition to grow, and training him to resist hunger at this time was simply putting the cart before the horse.

He was confident that with him around, no matter what happened, the children would not lack food, and even if he were to pass away unexpectedly, Zhang Shenglin would still have his own space.

Moreover, when they are truly in dire straits where food is scarce, Zhang Shenglin will have already mastered his own bloodline and will be able to abstain from grains long ago.

After dinner was ready, Zhang Shenglin put away his book and helped the little mermaid serve the dishes. The two sat together at the small dining table and enjoyed the meal.

The warm yellow light created a cozy feeling, with steaming hot food in front of him and the little mermaid he regarded as family across from him.

Everything around him always made him forget that this was a cold and terrifying tomb, and he even felt a sense of happiness.

Looking up at the little mermaid opposite him, the boy of different races had a handsome appearance, which was further highlighted by the warm yellow light.

The soft lighting softened his overly handsome features, and when he looked at people, his shimmering green eyes were like a clear pool under the setting sun, gentle and transparent, reflecting shimmering light, making people's hearts calm down.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Shenglin's lips.

Su Xingze was enjoying the food he had made himself. The thing he was most satisfied with about 'Shell' was the restoration of his sense of taste.

The 30,000 points of the 'shell' further enhanced his sense of taste.

He had been a weirdo for so long that even the special food provided by the prison guards tasted very bland to him. However, compared to other food that tasted like chewing wax, he could barely accept it.

After acquiring the 'shell', he was able to taste ordinary food, but it was only slightly better than special food. He had previously thought that the effect of the 'shell' was limited, but he did not expect that the restoration of his sense of taste would be cumulative depending on the amount of 'shell' he had.

Good heavens! What did he miss? If he had known the 'shell' was so powerful, he wouldn't have complained about its price.

Noticing the smile on the child's lips, Su Xingze looked at the dishes on the table, puzzled.

Did he have an extraordinary performance today? The food he made was so delicious that it made the child smile?

With a hint of suspicion, Su Xingze picked up the dish the child had just eaten. The dish tasted good, but it was still just average.

Completely baffled, Su Xingze could only attribute the final result to the child being in a good mood.

After dinner, Zhang Shenglin used the dishwasher that Su Xingze had bought to wash the dirty dishes. These kinds of technological products weren't expensive in the mall. Su Xingze was never stingy when it came to things that could improve their lives, but he was careful not to expose them to anyone other than the children.

The two sat at the dining table, and the child stopped reading; they were waiting for their daily routine.

rustle……

hissing...

The mechanisms in the tomb chamber were activated again, and countless poisonous insects swarmed into the chamber precisely on time.