Fire Virtue Bloodline

[Xu Dezhao: Xu Family Third Generation]

[Age: One]

[Spiritual Root: Incomplete Five Elements, no Cultivation Aptitude]

[Talent: None]

[Bloodline: Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline (Ninth-Rank)]

[Realm: None]

(Note: With the Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline, cultivating Martial Dao yielded twice the results with half the effort. Fire-element martial arts moves or spells could have their power increased by ten to twenty percent.)

The next day.

Xu Chuan summoned Xu Mingwei and told him that Xu Dezhao possessed the Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline.

"Fire Virtue Bloodline?"

"Yes, I was surprised too."

Xu Chuan had originally thought Xu Dezhao would inherit Xu Mingwei's strength and eyes.

Yet he had inherited neither. Instead, he possessed the Fire Virtue Bloodline.

"The Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline is already Ninth-Rank. I wonder what rank the true Fire Virtue Bloodline is?"

As Xu Chuan pondered, Xu Mingwei lowered his head and guessed, "Father, do you think it could be the Xu Family's bloodline?"

Xu Chuan raised his eyes and gave a faint smile. "Bloodlines can be passed down to descendants. If the Xu Family truly had one, we would not be so ordinary. Martial Arts Experts would have emerged one after another long ago."

"Then it belongs to the Yang Family?"

"The Yang Family has endured several hundred years of rise and fall, and Grandmasters have appeared in nearly every generation. It is not impossible."

"Then I'll go back and ask Ronghua."

Xu Mingwei hurried back to his bedroom.

Xu Chuan, meanwhile, began cultivating the Innate Five Elements Creation Technique.

When Yang Ronghua saw Xu Mingwei return in such a hurry, she looked up in surprise. "husband, didn't father summon you? Why have you returned so quickly?"

"We finished talking."

Xu Mingwei walked to her side and looked at Xu Dezhao in the cradle. Seeing him open his eyes, he cooed, "Goo goo goo," to tease him.

"Husband, he is looking at you."

"Mm. His eyes resemble mine, his nose resembles yours, and his overall features resemble yours. He will certainly grow into a handsome young master. All I can say is that the Yang Family's bloodline is indeed extraordinary."

"Husband, you flatter me."

"By the way, Madam, Grandmasters have emerged from the Yang Family generation after generation. Could it be that your bloodline is special?"

Yang Ronghua looked at him in puzzlement. "Husband, why have you suddenly brought up my Yang Family's bloodline?"

"I am curious about the great Families of the Prefecture City."

"So that is why." Yang Ronghua broke into a smile. "I did hear my elder brother mention it before. He once said that if his bloodline were a little purer, perhaps he could enter the Xiantian Realm before the age of twenty, like some of the outstanding members of the clan."

"Bloodlines can actually be so miraculous?" Xu Mingwei said in astonishment.

I wonder whether the others in the Yang Family possess true Fire Virtue Bloodlines, or the Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline Father mentioned.

No, most of them should be inferior even to Zhao'er!

Father said this Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline was a Ninth-Rank Bloodline. If every Yang Family disciple possessed a Ninth-Rank Bloodline, would that not mean everyone could become Xiantian, or even Grandmasters?

Seeing Xu Mingwei deep in thought, Yang Ronghua continued, "this concubine does not know much about it either."

"How about this? I will write a letter to my father and tell them about Zhao'er. While I am at it, I will ask them to find a way to see whether Zhao'er has the Yang Family's special bloodline."

"Mm."

"However, this concubine feels that Zhao'er is Husband's child. The Xu Family's bloodline should be stronger in him."

"Perhaps."

Xu Mingwei smiled faintly and said no more.

Though he knew the secret of Xu Dezhao's bloodline, he could not explain how he knew it.

Thus, he did not elaborate.

Three days later.

Yuehu Prefecture, Yang Family.

Yang Shichang received the letter brought by a servant. The moment he saw the signature, a smile appeared on his face.

"Husband, why are you so happy?"

A few months ago, Yang Shichang had married the Wen Family's legitimate daughter, Wen Jing.

She was now pregnant as well.

"My younger sister has written to me," Yang Shichang said with a smile.

"Sister Ronghua? What a pity that we did not get to see her at our wedding. I heard she possesses beauty that could make the moon hide and flowers blush."

Yang Shichang merely smiled and said nothing.

Wen Jing continued, "this concubine also heard that Sister Ronghua was originally meant to marry my second brother. How did she end up marrying into a family from such a small place?"

At those words, the delight between Yang Shichang's brows faded somewhat.

Theirs had been a political marriage to begin with, and they did not share much affection.

Moreover, Wen Jing mentioned the Wen Family every other sentence, which made him somewhat displeased.

If she were not six months pregnant now, Yang Shichang might have directly rebuked her.

"Your Wen Family was simply too late. Before our two families arranged this marriage, my sister had already been promised to another. Ask Name, Naji, and Nazheng had all been completed. Only the date and welcome bride ceremony remained."

"My Yang Family also values its reputation. It is not as if we had no daughters to marry off. We could not possibly withdraw from the arrangement."

Wen Jing smiled faintly and stroked her belly. "Husband, do not overthink it. This concubine was merely curious and asked casually."

"Mm." Yang Shichang nodded indifferently. "Your health is weak. Go rest in your room. I will pay Mother a visit."

With that, he took the letter and headed to Madam Yang's room.

Madam Yang was also very happy when she saw the letter, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

After wiping them away, she opened the envelope and began reading. Smiling as she did so, she said, "Your sister wrote that she gave birth to a son named Xu Dezhao."

"Is that Father's 'Zhao' character?"

"Yes."

"What else did Sister say?"

"She said she has been living very comfortably in the Xu Family, that husband and wife are harmonious, and asked how we have been. She misses us dearly."

"I truly miss Sister," Yang Shichang said, a nostalgic look appearing on his face.

Yang Zhao had only one son and one daughter, and the siblings had been exceptionally close since childhood.

Suddenly, he saw his mother's expression shift slightly and asked, "What is it? Has something happened to the Xu Family?"

"No. Hua'er asked whether there is a way to test your nephew's bloodline."

"Test his bloodline?" Yang Shichang was surprised as well, then said, "That is right. Dezhao has half of the Yang Family's bloodline. Perhaps he may awaken the Yang Family's special bloodline. In the past, it was not as though our Yang Family Relatives had never produced Martial Dao Geniuses possessing our Yang Family's bloodline."

Madam Yang thought for a moment. "When your father returns tonight, let us ask for his opinion first."

"Understood, Mother," Yang Shichang replied.

That night.

Yang Zhao read the letter. When he saw Xu Dezhao's name, his face too was full of smiles.

But when he saw the request to test his bloodline, he pondered for a while.

"Hua'er is far away in Qingjiang County, and we cannot look after her."

"Now that she has made the request, as her father, I naturally must fulfill it. Tomorrow, I will visit the Patriarch. Given my standing, the Patriarch should give me a Bloodline Stone.

"If Dezhao's bloodline is pure, perhaps he can apply to cultivate the Yang Family's Inheritance Martial Arts."

Having said that, he turned to Yang Shichang. "Chang'er, once I obtain the Bloodline Stone, make a trip to Qingjiang County."

"Yes, Father."

The next day, Yang Zhao borrowed a Bloodline Stone.

After settling Wen Jing in, Yang Shichang rode for Qingjiang County early on the third morning.

Two days later.

He arrived at Dongxi Village.

Seeing someone ride up on horseback, the guards at the entrance immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Who goes there? This is the Xu Family's private residence. Trespassers are not permitted."

"It is Young Master Yang." Another guard, who had seen Yang Shichang many times before, recognized him at once and hurriedly said with a smile, "Young Master Yang, please do not take offense. He was only recently recruited and has not met you before."

Yang Shichang nodded and dismounted.

Led by another household guard, he headed for the South Mountain Courtyard where Xu Mingwei was staying.