Miracle Doctor Daddy

Upon hearing Thelma’s question, Lachlan paused.

“What’s not good about being trapped here?” he blurted out, almost instinctively.

Thelma hesitated before shaking her head. “It seems, Lachlan, that you’ve just gotten here, and there are still things you don’t understand. I can’t tell you now, but when you meet our Frigid Dawn Wandering Cultivators Association’s president, we’ll talk more.”

Lachlan’s face briefly displayed a hint of confusion, but he didn’t rush to dig deeper. His gaze turned to Thelma’s companions, all of whom looked secretive.

However, many of them looked at Lachlan with a hint of wariness and caution, as if the Lachlan who had just helped them might harm them in some way…

Traveling along the underground passage for nearly a mile, Thelma eventually led Lachlan to their gathering place in this area.

It was a building resembling a monastery, but as a former residence of the Bloodline, it was clearly not the kind of place associated with mainstream doctrines. Sinister vampire murals could be seen all over the walls.

Thelma led Lachlan into a room in the gathering place, where they encountered an elderly man and another middle-aged individual.

The elderly man appeared to be in his seventies, with gray hair. The middle-aged man exuded a deep aura, but his facial features made Lachlan feel like he had seen him before, although Lachlan was certain he hadn’t.

Lachlan examined the two of them closely and realized that both were strong individuals at the Golden Core later stage.

However, Lachlan could also sense a bloodline power within their true energy and dantian, similar to that possessed by Bloodline experts.

It was because of this bloodline power that they had an equivalent level of strength to that of the later stage of Golden Core.

This made Lachlan speculate inwardly.

“Thank you for saving Thelma and the other members of our association. Let me introduce myself. I am Barret Neal, the president of the Frigid Dawn Wandering Cultivators Association. This is my son, Obadiah Neal, who is also the vice-president of the association.”

The old man stood up and smiled at Lachlan.

The middle-aged Obadiah also nodded and smiled at Lachlan before speaking in a slightly surprised tone, “Are you also a Golden Core later stage expert at such a young age? It’s truly rare. Moreover, I heard you are also a wandering cultivator? Achieving this level without the resources of a sect or a family, you are truly a cultivation genius. Comparatively speaking, we other wandering cultivators feel ashamed.”

Because Lachlan’s Qi Refinement strength was only at the later stage of Golden Core, it wasn’t difficult for experts of the same level to discern the depth of his Qi Refinement strength.

After Obadiah’s words, Lachlan lightly smiled and shook his head, “Obadiah, you’re flattering me! Aren’t you also at the Golden Core later stage?”

Upon hearing this, Barret and Obadiah exchanged a meaningful glance and smiled. Thelma also smiled but remained silent, casting a meaningful glance at Barret and Obadiah.

“What is it? From Miss Neal’s previous statement, it seems like there are benefits within this Bloodline ancient domain. Is there something you can’t tell me?” Lachlan saw their exchange and asked with some confusion. Then he added, “I noticed that there seems to be a bloodline power in your true energy, right?”

As soon as he said this, Barret chuckled. “Yes! In fact, there’s nothing we can’t tell you, little brother. However, we consider it dangerous to reveal this secret given your formidable strength.” He then began to talk about the evil and irresistible force that shrouded the Bloodline ancient domain.

At this, Lachlan’s interest was piqued. “How so? What kind of power exactly?”

“Barret’s words made Lachlan’s expression freeze. Intrigued, he delved deeper. “A force that compels people to kill each other! You must have felt it, too, upon entering. It’s not just a desire; it’s a way to make you stronger quickly. Killing others here can absorb their bloodline energy and make you stronger! Of course, the difference in strength between the killer and the victim can’t be too great. That’s why we didn’t dare to tell you before we took the blood oath!”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Barret’s words left Lachlan speechless. Killing in the Bloodline ancient domain could make one stronger?

So that’s how it worked!