In fact, when making those arrangements today, Liu Buli had already anticipated that Lu Wuming would ask him this question.
Therefore, the expression on his face did not change much, still maintaining that simple smile. Liu Buli asked, "In Wuming's heart, is bloodline a very important thing?"
Lu Wuming shook his head.
If it were his previous life, bloodline might indeed have been a very important thing to him. Because if he hadn't been of the Ghost Clan, he wouldn't have suffered such inhuman abuse. So whenever he felt despair, he had prayed more than once, praying that the label "Ghost Clan" could be removed from him.
But he had thought about it his whole life, and never succeeded until his death.
Now that he had the chance to be reborn, and also the chance to distance himself from this title, at this very moment, Lu Wuming found that he was not as excited as he had imagined.
Or rather, a voice in his heart was subtly reminding him, telling him that he actually did not wish to be of any divine bloodline.
Because he didn't know how to control the bloodline of the divine race. To become stronger quickly, it wouldn't be as simple as with the Ghost Clan.
But the Ghost Clan was different.
The experience of two lifetimes made him very clear about how to improve himself. He was not indulging in brute force; he simply wished to become strong enough in a short period, strong enough to protect his master, and that would be enough.
That's right, at this moment, nothing else mattered to him.
Only Liu Buli's existence was the sole important thing in this world.
His background and bloodline were irrelevant; he wanted to become whatever Liu Buli liked. Rather than being fixated on bloodline, what he was more fixated on was which bloodline Liu Buli preferred.
Thinking of this, Lu Wuming looked up into Liu Buli's eyes, secretly observing the other's emotions. He asked, "Master, to you, is the divine bloodline a good thing?"
Liu Buli shook his head. "Not really. In my eyes, no matter what bloodline it is, they are all pretty much the same. I've told you long ago, whether it's making friends or anything else, it's about a person's heart and soul. Bloodline cannot change these things, so bloodline is completely unimportant to me."
Lu Wuming got the answer he wanted and smiled at Liu Buli. Nodding, he said, "Then Wuming also feels it's not important."
"It's good that you feel it's not important, then I can tell you the truth," Liu Buli showed a wry smile, scratched his head, and said, "Actually, you don't have any divine bloodline at all. That confession was written by me a few days ago by holding a sword to the Grand Elder's neck and forcing him to write it. I had guessed there would be a day it would be used, so I had him write all the Ghost Clan as Divine Clan. I didn't expect it would actually work so soon."
This answer was not much different from what Lu Wuming had expected. So he nodded very calmly and gave a soft "oh" as a response.
But he didn't expect that his response caused Liu Buli to misunderstand.
Thinking that Lu Wuming had become dejected after getting the answer, Liu Buli quickly added, "But Wuming, if you look at it from another perspective, in my heart, you are of the divine bloodline."
Lu Wuming blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Liu Buli continued to explain, "Think about it, I told you before, when I was reading that novel, you were my favorite person, my male god. Since in my heart you are a god, doesn't that mean you have divine bloodline? It's just that the believer is only me, which is a bit meager."
As Liu Buli said this, he looked at Lu Wuming's face again.
Seeing that his expression had not changed, he immediately felt a little awkward. He touched his nose sheepishly, coughed lightly, and tried to salvage the situation, "If what I just said sounds a bit strange to you, Wuming, then just pretend I didn't say anything. I..."
"No," Lu Wuming shook his head, interrupting Liu Buli.
Staring into his eyes, he said word for word, "Wuming remembers every word Master says. As long as I am a god in Master's eyes, then I am. I am very happy. Because in my eyes, Master, you are also a god."
As his voice fell, Lu Wuming gave Liu Buli a bright smile.
Liu Buli saw it, his mind drifted for a moment, and then he smiled back, reaching out to pull Lu Wuming into his embrace.
His little disciple was truly perfect in every way, so obedient that he was lovable.
Rubbing Lu Wuming's head, Liu Buli said as if coaxing a child, "Since everything is resolved, can Wuming go train now?"
Lu Wuming, for once, defied Liu Buli's teaching schedule and shook his head decisively.
Pointing outside, he said, "Master, can I go out and take a look?"
Liu Buli was puzzled. "Where do you want to go?"
Lu Wuming lowered his head in thought.
After a moment, he spoke the truth. "The cultivation of those three hall masters is passable. It would be too much of a waste to let beasts eat them like this."