Inheritance

The Heritage Tower is located in the northwest corner of the Lu Family estate. Its position is extremely remote, and it usually holds little presence in the daily lives of the Lu family members; it is a place that everyone simply ignores.

Tonight, however, an unexpected visitor arrived outside the small building.

The visitor was none other than Lu Yan'an. After dinner, filled with questions, he braved the wind and snow to arrive before the Heritage Tower. Yet, the small building before his eyes was completely different from his memory...

In his original impression, the Heritage Tower had always been a dilapidated place—broken tiles and crumbling bricks, with the outer walls covered in dust and cobwebs.

However, the building before him was entirely different—the outer walls were spotless, engraved with complex secret patterns. The thick, sturdy silver gate emitted a metallic luster under the candlelight of the Lu Family's backyard. In front of the gate, two silver lions stood on either side, adding a sense of solemnity and lethality. Looking at the entire structure, three words suddenly surfaced in his mind: "a sense of contradiction."

Seemingly having detected Lu Yan'an's arrival, the tightly shut alloy gate slowly opened. The young man took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders to shake off the snowflakes, and after hesitating for a moment, slowly walked into this mist-filled Heritage Tower.

Following the entrance passage, Lu Yan'an moved forward cautiously, though the floor was already covered in a layer of dust.

The end of the entrance passage suddenly opened up; the original narrow path widened into a spacious corridor extending to the left and right.

The moment Lu Yan'an stepped into the spacious corridor, his mind was captured by the scene before him. "This... what is this?" He saw that the four walls of the widened corridor were densely covered with carvings and fist marks. It looked as if the aftermath of a battle between two people had caused the damage, and these scars extended all the way to two corpses at the end of the path.

Yes, corpses!

Lu Yan'an took a deep breath and carefully observed the two bodies. One of them was burly, with powerful muscles extending from his arms to his torso. He was wearing a special silver battle armor, and his eyes were wide open, the whites showing due to his intense anger.

"My god, this..."

Lu Yan'an only caught a glimpse of those wide-open eyes with his peripheral vision, and his body began to tremble involuntarily, as if an infant had encountered a tiger. This was a physiological reaction when a low-level lifeform faces a high-level one due to a vast disparity in life hierarchy. Even though the man had been dead for many years, the lingering aura alone made cold sweat break out on Lu Yan'an's back in an instant.

The other corpse was not human at all; it stood about three meters tall and, at first glance, looked like a chimpanzee, with smooth, dark skin and not a single hair. Even more bizarre was that not a single wound could be found on this body. "There isn't a single wound on the whole body. How on earth did this monster die? Could it be a soul attack?" But because of his previous experience with the silver-armored man, Lu Yan'an did not look too closely.

"Let's go check the room inside."

Lu Yan'an did not dwell on the two corpses. He carefully passed through the metal gate behind them and arrived at a corner. After turning the corner and walking for about two hundred meters, he reached another gate. Just then, a metal door suddenly dropped in the middle of the corridor he had just traversed, sealing off his path back.

Before the metal gate had even finished descending, Lu Yan'an, who was walking in front, had already reacted and pushed off the ground with his feet, intending to retreat. However, the gate descended too quickly; even though he had reacted, he was still a step too late, and Lu Yan'an was trapped between the two gates.

"What is going on?"

"Even though I reacted, it was too late. It trapped me here in an instant." Lu Yan'an looked at the two metal walls before him. With a thought, he dashed toward the wall in the blink of an eye, swung his right arm, and slammed his fist, wreathed in Source Qi, directly onto the wall.

With a 'clank,' the wall merely vibrated once before quickly returning to stillness. Looking closely, not even a fist mark had been left on the metal surface.

"What kind of metal is this? My full-strength strike, enhanced by my Source Qi, couldn't even leave a scratch on it..." Lu Yan'an felt a bit of dread. He knew that even the toughest Meteorite Iron currently on Yuan Planet would have been shattered by that punch.

"I wouldn't become one of those unlucky transmigrators who dies before achieving their goal, would I? This ridiculous defense..." Seeing that he could not damage the wall, Lu Yan'an began to search for a way to break the situation. "If it were truly a certain death, Father and the others wouldn't have let me come in. There must be a way out!"

Just as Lu Yan'an was thinking this, a voice suddenly appeared within the secret chamber: "Lu Yan'an, congratulations on reaching the minimum requirements for the master's inheritance. The Named Disciple Inheritance Assessment is now beginning..." A pure Yuan Planet Common Language echoed in Lu Yan'an's ears.

"During the inheritance, you will receive energy supplies; there is no need to eat."

"The walls of the inheritance chamber are engraved with the 312 Styles of Illusion Martial Artist Secret Transmission. By learning these 312 styles, you will have a chance to break out of this assessment chamber."

Lu Yan'an's gaze swept toward the metal wall he had struck earlier. He saw that the wall was covered in a large number of complex carvings of various kinds—three hundred and twelve human figures, accompanied by textual explanations in the language of ancient ruins. Even just looking at them with the naked eye, Lu Yan'an felt they were incredibly complex.

But this was apparently the secret transmission of an "Illusion Martial Artist"? An Illusion Martial Artist?

Lu Yan'an remembered that in the original story, when Luo Feng received the Yunmo Planet inheritance, he practiced the basic secret transmission of a "Controller" under the "Spirit Reader" path. Even so, City Lord Luo had spent one year and three months to complete the assessment, and that was just the basic transmission. The Illusion Martial Artist transmission Lu Yan'an was currently receiving sounded, just by its name, far more difficult than the basic "Controller" transmission.

With a bit of unease, Lu Yan'an continued to read the mission requirements.

"Named Disciple Inheritance Requirements: Rely on the Illusion Martial Artist Secret Transmission to break through to the Planetary Level within one year, and comprehend a domain within ten years to break out of the assessment chamber!"

"If you fail to break out of the chamber within eleven years from the start of the inheritance, it is considered a failure."

"Failure means death!"

"Failure means death? Eleven years?"

Lu Yan'an's face turned extremely ugly. He had no way to contact the outside world from within the Heritage Tower! And this "Named Disciple Inheritance Task" only gave him eleven years.

If others didn't know, how could he, Lu Yan'an, not know? Comprehending a domain at the Planetary Level was something only Hong had achieved in the original story, and even Hong had only managed it after countless life-and-death adventures. It was clear from the original story that even among geniuses like the Earth trio, not everyone could comprehend a domain at the Planetary Level.

Expecting someone who had just stepped into the Planetary Level to comprehend a domain in eleven years was simply too much to ask.

Lu Yan'an's emotions began to fray. It was precisely because he knew too much that he understood the difficulty of this assessment even better. This was clearly not intended to leave him a way out! Thinking of this, he began to hysterically smash his fists against the wall. One punch, two punches, three punches... He didn't know how much time had passed, but he became exhausted, his strength failing him, and his fists became a bloody mess.

"I don't want to die here!"

Lu Yan'an knelt powerlessly before the wall. His remaining reason and obsession told him that practicing the Illusion Martial Artist Secret Transmission was the only way to solve this.

"I have no choice but to accept it!"

Lu Yan'an's eyes became as sharp as blades as he stared intently at the diagrams and text of the secret manual on the metal wall. "Luo Feng was able to successfully break out of the assessment chamber in one year and three months. I have nearly ten times his assessment time; it's not impossible for me to succeed!"

And one hour later, Lu Yan'an had already mastered the first set of the 312 Styles of Illusion Martial Artist Secret Transmission.