Linley Sheds Golden Beans (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

"Consuming Dragonblood along with Blue Heart Grass can activate the bloodline within the body." Linley, having already deactivated his Dragonform and changed his clothes, was explaining this to Hogg just as Lin Ke had instructed.

"The Dragonblood I used for my transformation was given to me by my teacher. As for you, Father, once I reach Saint-level, I will secure Dragonblood for you and Wharton."

Linley looked at Hogg with a serious expression, but Hogg was momentarily stunned.

Dragonblood combined with Blue Heart Grass could mass-produce Dragonblood Warriors.

In other words, it could mass-produce Saint-level powerhouses.

The only factor limiting the number of Dragonblood Warriors was the reproductive capacity of the Baruch Clan itself.

"Linley." Hogg snapped out of his daze and looked at the boy beside him. "Can I meet your teacher?"

Hogg's palms were slick with sweat; he didn't even notice that his tone had become somewhat cautious while speaking to Linley.

"I'm sorry, Father." Linley glanced to his side. "My teacher prefers solitude, so..."

Linley didn't finish his sentence, but Hogg already understood.

"I understand, I understand." Hogg nodded repeatedly, his figure stumbling slightly as he opened the door to the parlor.

Looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, Hogg let out a long sigh, and his demeanor calmed down a little.

"Linley." Hogg turned back abruptly, his face looking somewhat gloomy. "The warblade Warblade Slaughter, belonging to the first Dragonblood Warrior of our Baruch Clan, Baruch, was sold to someone else by a failed clan leader hundreds of years ago."

Hogg stepped forward, arriving in front of Linley, and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, looking down at Linley from his position.

"I want you to promise me." Hogg's face was ferocious as he raised his voice. "In the future, you must bring the warblade Warblade Slaughter back to the Baruch Clan."

Having said this, Hogg paused for a moment before rising and slowly sitting in the main seat. "Otherwise, I will never forgive you in this lifetime."

The last sentence was spoken lightly by Hogg, yet it fell upon Linley's ears with the weight of a thousand tons.

Inside the System Space, Lin Ke couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that in the coming years Linley would have Doehring's guidance and the company of the three brothers from 1987, it would be a miracle if Linley didn't grow up twisted after being raised by Hogg like this.

In the future, Linley would truly have the confidence to say the words about escaping his original family.

It wasn't just Lin Ke; Doehring, who was floating beside Linley, couldn't help but glare fiercely at Hogg.

This kind of father was truly irresponsible.

Linley's current strength was already not weak for a rural area.

But at the end of the day, Linley was only an eight-year-old child.

Was this any way to educate one's own son?

The next moment, Doehring simply dove straight into the Coiling Dragon Ring.

Otherwise, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would give Hogg a couple of slaps.

"Father, don't worry." Linley stood up, his expression solemn. "In the future, I will definitely bring back the warblade Warblade Slaughter."

Although he said that, the look in Linley's eyes as he gazed at Hogg clearly carried a trace of fear.

This was not a gap in strength, but a gap in status.

A father saying such harsh words to an eight-year-old child.

If not for the fact that Linley had been insisting on training for over a year and had been studying other cultural courses, making his mind more mature than the average child, he probably would have burst into tears the moment Hogg spoke.

"Father, there is one more thing." Linley tried hard to suppress the grievance in his heart. "My teacher is planning to take me out for some training for a while. I will return before the magic aptitude test."

Linley's words made Hogg hesitate.

"Will there be danger?"

Hogg finally said something that befitted his role as a father, and Linley simply shook his head. "Don't worry, Father. With my teacher accompanying me, nothing will happen."

"When are you leaving?"

Hogg looked at the tears Linley was struggling to hold back in his eyes and felt a bit of self-reproach.

He wanted to pull Linley into his arms to comfort him, but in the end, he didn't do it.

"Leaving now." Linley finally suppressed his grievance to the bottom of his heart. "I just came back to tell you, Father."

"Go see Wharton!" Hogg's figure stiffened, and he turned away, no longer looking at Linley. "If Wharton finds out you're leaving home, he'll probably cry for a long time."

Watching his father's back, Linley opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately turned and left.

It was not yet noon, and Wharton was being looked after by the butler, Hiri, while playing.

"Brother!"

When Wharton saw Linley, he ran toward him on his short legs.

"Wharton." Linley scooped Wharton up into his arms. "What are you doing?"

"Grandpa Hiri is teaching me how to refine myself." Wharton pointed to his cheek. "Brother, what did you do yesterday? Why didn't I see you all day?"

"Big brother is going to train." Linley ruffled Wharton's hair. "For the next little while, big brother has to go train, so Wharton must be a good boy and listen to Grandpa Hiri."

"What is training?"

Wharton bit his index finger, looking at Linley with a puzzled expression.

"Training means becoming stronger, so I can protect Wharton."

Linley pondered for a long while before he could barely come up with an explanation that Wharton would understand.

"Grandpa Hiri." After playing with Wharton for a while, Linley handed him over to the butler, Hiri. "I'll have to trouble you to look after Wharton."

"What are you saying, Young Master Linley?" Hiri shook his head dismissively. "Taking care of Young Master Wharton is my duty. It's just... Young Master Linley, are you really leaving?"

Hiri looked at Linley with some confusion.

"Yes." Linley nodded and ruffled Wharton's hair once more. "Grandpa Hiri, I'm off. Please tell Uncle Hillman for me."

With those words, Linley turned and walked straight toward the exit.

Held in Hiri's arms, Wharton watched Linley's retreating figure, his small mouth turning downward.

"Waaaah~~"

The next moment, Wharton's crying erupted from behind, causing Linley's footsteps to falter.

But a second later, Linley lifted his foot and continued forward.

Seeing that Linley never looked back, Wharton cried even louder.

He didn't know why he was crying; he didn't understand what training or leaving meant.

He simply felt, by instinct, that he wouldn't be seeing his big brother for a very long time.

Leaving the Baruch Mansion, Linley wore a smile, greeting the residents he encountered along the way.

Wushan Town was not very large, and although Linley wasn't moving fast, he walked out of the town in less than twenty minutes.

Standing at the edge of the town, Linley looked back once.

As an eight-year-old child, this was the first time Linley had ever left Wushan Town.

From his chest, Beibei's little head poked out.

"Squeak squeak~"

"Boss, leaving home?"

"That's right." Linley rubbed Beibei's head. "We'll be spending the next few months out there."

As he spoke, Linley took one last look at the small town before turning to continue on his way.

However.

His father's harshness toward him, the separation from Wharton, and the experience of leaving home for the first time in his life.

At this moment, Linley's emotions were complex, and his nose felt slightly sore.

"Yo." Doehring drifted out from the Coiling Dragon Ring, looking at the sniffling Linley with a smile. "Is our little fellow shedding golden beans?"