"Bloodline?" Lin Qi recalled the strange, harsh clan rules of the Twelve Ancient Clans—the descendants of the family could only unite with women of Eastern blood.
"Yes, bloodline!" Osmanthus Tree's voice was grave. "Only a pure, untainted bloodline can pass our verification. When you first touched me, although your password passed my verification, if your bloodline had been contaminated, I would have killed you!"
Lin Qi opened his mouth, then let out a heavy breath.
"We were all rather astonished, actually!" Osmanthus Tree sighed faintly. "Perhaps the Tiger Clan's single-minded, bullheaded nature is better suited to such a demanding inheritance! That passage was an extremely complicated password, and it used an ancient Eastern language utterly different from the common tongue spoken today, yet the Tiger Clan managed to preserve it to this day without missing a single syllable. The Tiger Clan truly is remarkable!"
At a loss for words, Lin Qi raised his head to look at the sky, then shook his head with a laugh that was neither laughter nor tears.
"It seems the Sand Fox Clan also inherited something similar to a Family Prayer, but..." Lin Qi licked his lips and exhaled heavily. Of the Twelve Ancient Clans, only the Tiger Clan had passed down its Family Prayer in its original form. As for the other ancient families, their Family Prayers had long since been lost in some forgotten corner.
"Oh, right, some good news!" Osmanthus Tree pulled its slender root from Lin Qi's body. "With the help of a thread of this four-star war general's natal essence, after Lin Qi underwent his first transformation, his pure physical strength has already reached the level of a three-star Imperial Warrior."
"As for control over energy and cultivation of your own 'source power,' that will require your effort!" Osmanthus Tree