Talent Improvement!

At this moment, the Zhang Family Courtyard had already descended into chaos.

The young disciples training with their swords on the Training Ground suddenly felt the air around them grow thick and viscous—every breath they took felt like swallowing a mouthful of liquid Spiritual Energy.

"What's going on? Why did the Spiritual Energy concentration suddenly spike?"

"Heavens! My bottleneck... it's loosening!"

A side branch disciple who had been stuck at the Third Layer of Qi Refining for two years merely took two dumbfounded breaths when a soft "pop" sounded from within his body—he had broken through on the spot!

This phenomenon was not an isolated case.

"I broke through too!"

"I feel like I'm about to advance too!"

Cries of surprise and joy rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire Zhang Family.

Meanwhile, in the Family Head's study.

Zhang Yunshan was frowning at the account books in his hands. Due to the Demonic Path's blockade, the family's income this quarter had dropped by another thirty percent.

Just as he was growing irritable, that golden wave of Spiritual Energy swept through the study.

"This is..."

Zhang Yunshan jerked his head up, feeling that pure Spiritual Energy surging from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, along with that dragon's roar that shook his very soul.

Under the wash of this immense power, his Golden Core—stuck at Mid Golden Core for over a hundred years without the slightest movement—

Began to spin violently.

A hundred years of accumulation, a hundred years of bitter cultivation, under the blessing of that "Golden Dragon of Destiny" at this moment, finally erupted.

Crack.

It was as if a lock had been opened.

Zhang Yunshan felt his entire body lighten, an unprecedented surge of immense power flooding through him.

The roof of the study was blasted clean off by the violent spiritual pressure, and Zhang Yunshan slowly rose into the air, golden light swirling around him, his aura several times more formidable than before.

"Hahahaha! Late Golden Core Stage! I, Zhang Yunshan, have finally broken through!"

His long roar rolled like thunder, spreading for a hundred miles in every direction.

By the cliff at the Back Mountain, Zhang Chen watched his father in the sky, brimming with high spirits, and a smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Chen'er..."

Behind him, Zhang Tianzheng had now completely lost his composure.

He looked at the earth-shattering changes before him, at the clan members cheering and leaping with joy, and finally his gaze settled on this great-grandson, only Eighteen Years Old.

"This... did you bring all this?"

"Yes."

Zhang Chen turned around, smiling. "And this is only the beginning."

Zhang Tianzheng took a deep breath, struggling to calm his surging emotions.

He knew that the Zhang Family was about to change. No—it was about to take flight!

A quarter of an hour later.

On the square before the Assembly Hall of the Zhang Family, the family bell rang nine times in succession once more.

All the elders, stewards, and disciples, including the Family Head Zhang Yunshan who had just broken through and was in a state of extreme excitement—

All gathered here.

Zhang Tianzheng hovered in midair, with Dao Seeking Peak behind him still slowly raining down Spirit Rain.

He swept his gaze across the faces below, full of vitality and hope, and his voice boomed, carrying throughout the entire venue:

"Heaven bless our Zhang Family!"

"Today, our family's Spiritual Vein has advanced, and the Family Head has broken through—these are tremendous blessings!"

"But do you know where this fortune comes from?"

The crowd exchanged glances. Though they had vague guesses in their hearts, none dared to confirm them.

Zhang Tianzheng pointed at Zhang Chen, who stood at the highest step, and spoke with solemn gravity:

"All of this is because my grandson, Zhang Chen, is the chosen one! He awakened the Ancient Bloodline and drew the Golden Dragon of Destiny into his body—that is why our Zhang Family has been reborn today!"

Whoosh—!

The entire crowd erupted.

Countless gazes converged on Zhang Chen in unison.

Some were shocked, some worshipful, some fervent.

The label of "waste young master" from before was utterly shredded in this moment.

In its place were the halos of "family auspice" and "chosen one."

"Transmit Our decree!"

Zhang Tianzheng's voice boomed like a great bell, each word deliberate:

"From this day forth, Zhang Chen's status shall be equal to the Family Head's! All resources within the clan treasury are his to use as he pleases, no reporting required!"

"To see Zhang Chen is to see This Seat! Should anyone show disrespect, they shall be expelled from the clan!"

"We obey the Old Ancestor's decree!"

"Greetings, Young Master Chen!"

Thousands of clan members knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Lin Qingxue...

was bathed in the dense Spirit Rain at that very moment.

She could feel that the stubborn Cold Poison within her body, nourished by this life-filled Spiritual Energy, had actually calmed somewhat.

She lifted her head and looked at the platform, where her husband stood in flowing white robes, receiving the worship of ten thousand people.

Sunlight spilled over him, gilding his edges with gold.

At this moment, he truly resembled an immortal.

Lin Qingxue's hand pressed gently against her chest.

Her heartbeat was abnormally fast.

She had originally thought that marrying Zhang Chen was an act of desperation, the final mockery fate had for her.

But now she understood.

This was not a helpless compromise after ruin.

This was heaven, seeing the trials she had endured, deliberately gifting her a stunning stroke of fortune.

"Husband..."

She called out softly in her heart, the corners of her eyes stinging.

Though the Spirit Rain on Dao Seeking Peak had stopped, that aura of moisture nurturing all things seemed to have seeped into every inch of the East Mountain Islands.

Ever since the Zhang Family's Golden Dragon of Destiny entered Zhang Chen's body and the Spiritual Vein ascended to the third rank, the entire Zhang Family Courtyard had been plunged into a near-frenzied atmosphere of cultivation.