Why Not Do a Spot Check

"Shocking news from the Bloodline Circle: A legendary soul-pact genius was discovered crazily popping forbidden drugs three meals a day, causing his bloodline to swell like a balloon. At the tender age of 18, he ascended to the Planet of Abominations. When he died, his entire body was covered in hallucinogenic mushrooms, his blood was as thick as jelly, and his abnormality was twice the size of a normal person's..."

"The four moons might descend at the same time, but it is hardly likely that the four moons will descend at the same time."

"Fear not, for I shall intervene."

"Type 1 to receive an ultra-stunning photo collection of the four moons, 4K high-definition, uncensored. Can be exchanged for photos of black-silk beautiful legs, any gender welcome, limited quantity, first come, first served."

"Trusting him is worse than trusting that I am Emperor Lelouch. Venmo me 50, and I will lead you to become a believer of the Blue Moon."

After glancing roughly through the community information on the P-site, it seemed that the impact brought by the simultaneous descent of the four moons was indeed massive.

Mobai scrolled through the consultations for half a day, and most of them were discussing the moons.

Some believed it was a miraculous coincidence; others thought it was a harbinger of the lunar apocalypse and began urging others to quickly sell their houses and bodies to enjoy themselves to the fullest without leaving any regrets.

Still others believed it was a grand spectacle orchestrated simultaneously by the subordinates of the four moons, while some completely disbelieved and dismissed it as a conspiracy theory. In short, everyone had something to say.

The deep-thinkers, the know-it-alls, the "this makes one shudder upon deeper reflection" theorists, and the ringleaders were naturally indispensable.

There were even those losing their minds over the moon.

"Hehehe, the Blue Moon, my Blue Moon, I so desperately want to be trampled to death fiercely by Lord Blue Moon's feet, hehehe..."

This gave Mobai a thorough appreciation of when the stars of human-like beings shine brightly.

After pondering for a moment, Mobai began using the search function. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds, and finally, he typed out a name.

Mo Tingxian.

Yes, this was his mother's name.

Do not ask why; he shared the same surname as his mother.

Because his father had died in difficult labor.

Over the past few years, Mobai had not refrained from searching for his mother's whereabouts, but all he got in return was useless information.

He even began following deserted island survival programs, expecting to someday see a jungle savage wearing a grass skirt on screen, swinging through the jungle while shouting, "For the tribe!"

Unfortunately, judging by humanity's level of oceanic development in recent years, several dens of Friday had already been found, yet not a single strand of hair from Mobai's mother could be located.

Mobai once even suspected that his mother might have capsized her boat not long after heading out to sea and became a nutritional contribution to the vast array of marine life.

However, Gu Ran's words gave Mobai a new direction.

Gu Ran said his mother was ridiculously awesome.

Awesome to what extent?

You must know that Gu Ran was one of the four great moons, the Lord of the Heavens representing desire, a highest-level containment project of the Control Bureau, an existence who didn't fear the Seven Kings in the slightest.

With such a big shot saying his mother was ridiculously awesome...

Then Mobai's mother was probably insanely overpowered.

In every aspect.

Mobai clicked search.

And the results were pitifully few.

After flipping through them one by one, he couldn't even find a single piece of useful information.

Mobai lowered his eyes and let out a faint sigh.

"Tch, I knew it."

Although he had hoped to find some useful information on a platform belonging to extraordinary beings, if it were that easy to find, Mo Mo would have dragged that fellow back long ago.

Rather, this outcome was inevitable.

Moreover, if nothing unexpected happened, Gu Ran being beaten into a specimen by someone or other eight years ago probably had an inseparable connection to his mother.

Come to think of it, Mobai had picked up Gu Ran by the seashore. So, why would he have nothing better to do than linger by the shore?

Was it because the enemy lay across the sea?

No, it was because his mother had set off on a small boat right from that very sea, leaving home in front of his very eyes.

And let me tell you, she rowed quite fast; within a few blinks, she was out of sight.

Precisely because of this, during his early years, Mobai loved to sit by the seashore for no reason, waiting for his mother to return.

That was why he met Gu Ran.

What seemed like a miraculous coincidence was actually someone's meticulous arrangement.

There were no accidents; there were only inevitabilities.

Mobai: "..."

Could this mother of his still be salvaged?

Hopefully, she wasn't some heaven-defying major villain again.

Calm down, calm down. The fellow who sneaked into his room at night to steal snacks, stepped on a LEGO civilian landmine, and crouched on the ground clutching her foot while twitching could hardly be a villain.

Mobai shook his head, ate another banana to calm his nerves, and then went to search for bloodline-related guides.

Although bloodline could only be leveled up through practice, one shouldn't practice blindly—that was a recipe for disaster. There surely had to be some martial arts mental techniques or the like.

For example: Three years of bloodline, five years of star-conjunction; from origin to the grave, three sentences take you from primal origin to soul-pact.

The existence of all things has its operating principles. Mo Mo letting him look at this community was probably also hoping he would gather the strengths of a hundred schools and read and learn more.

Studying is never too late at any time.

Mobai quickly found a post with the highest number of favorites and clicked into it.

The poster's ID was "Little Bear Gummy Does Not Eat Coriander." At the very beginning, he stated: "My bloodline has already reached the soul-pact stage, and I am currently working under a certain King. The specific details are inconvenient to disclose."

This post was a novice-specific guide summarized based on his own leveling experiences, effective only for rookies just starting out; veterans are requested to voluntarily click the top-left corner to leave.

Furthermore, if you argue, you are right, and he will delete unfavorable comments.

Mobai read the contents of the post meticulously, along with various comment replies, and simply summarized them.

The so-called bloodline was the supernatural power awakened when humans transcend the mental sequence within their own origin and resonate with themselves.

Therefore, what a person's bloodline is could, to a certain extent, also represent what kind of person they are.

Before leveling up, the most important thing was to figure out the direction—that is to say.

One must first see oneself clearly.

Mobai: "Hiss..."

Bad news, stuck at the first step.

Was the ability of the Consonant Defiled Gaze to reverse concepts his essence?

Why did something feel a bit off?

Besides, his origin had been kept with Gu Ran for eight years; it was probably pickled to the core and had already taken on Gu Ran's shape.

It completely bore no resemblance to himself at all, hey!

Let's ignore this step for now.

After understanding the concept of bloodline, it was the joyful time of grinding proficiency. The poster stated that when grinding proficiency, one must never treat the bloodline as a tool.

Instead, it should be treated as your third eye, your third hand, your third leg, your second bull...

In short, treat it as an innate part of yourself.

Using the bloodline must become as ordinary an action as using your hands.

Seeing this, Mobai pondered for a moment, then resolutely activated the Consonant Defiled Gaze and looked at his bank balance.

"More! More! More!"

Mobai looked maniacally at his completely motionless account: "Dammit, hurry up and change my money from little to a lot, you bastard!"

Facts proved that altering account balances required too much operational finesse. Were there any simple and powerful training methods to recommend?

Some, brothers, some. Mobai picked up the thermos with a blank expression, poured hot water into a paper cup, and then stared with wide eyes.

Mmh, the boiling water turned icy.

Mobai shivered as he took a sip of ice water: "It seems that currently, my bloodline roughly works like this: the easier something is to accomplish in daily life, the easier it is to be affected by the bloodline."

"Bending a straight spoon, cooling down hot boiling water—none of these are difficult tasks in daily life."

"Changing the balance from a little to a lot is too difficult, and the concepts of 'a lot' and 'a little' are also very chaotic."

"Some people think thirty thousand is a lot, while others think thirty thousand is very little..."

"Damn it!" Mobai crumpled the paper cup into a ball: "This rotten ability is so troublesome."

"I feel like it's better to go spot-check other people's compositions."

Mobai suddenly wore an evil, charming smile. Speaking of which, his experiment on seeking knowledge and exploration wasn't finished yet. Just in time, his little sister was gone, and there was no one left to stop him. Hehehehehe...

Mobai raised his hand, preparing to use a JoJo pose on the bed to summon his Stand-like sister. At this crucial moment, Mobai's phone rang.

"Who? How dare you interrupt my lofty experiment at a time like this?"

Mobai unlocked his phone, and soon froze.

The caller was none other than Mu Sheng, that black-silk JK young miss.

She had sent him a message.