The Family Raises Me Young, I'll Protect the Family When I'm Grown

On the Dou Qi Continent, there was nothing too strange. Even someone who collected magical beast toenails was considered fairly normal.

There were also some people who had lost all humanity, whose hobbies were even more brutally cruel.

Luo Su had lived for over sixty years. He had seen too much and heard too much.

Now, in the latter half of his life, being able to personally nurture a little monster for the family meant he could die in peace.

But if possible, he still wanted to live a few more years. He wanted to see this little monster truly become the pillar of the family with his own eyes.

It was just that this little monster's talent was too terrifying. At only fifteen, he was already a two-star Dou Spirit. By the time he turned sixteen, he would probably be preparing to charge toward Dou King.

Setting aside the future, even now, aside from Mittel Teng Shan, the busy Dou King expert, no one could guide Wu Yan in his cultivation.

The other elders were all Dou Spirits, and after living most of their lives, they had failed to take that step. What if they kept teaching him and led this little monster astray?

"Kid, what are your plans next?"

"I want to go to Canaan Academy. I heard there's a chance to obtain more profound cultivation methods and Dou Techniques there."

Wu Yan placed the Magic Cores into his Storage Ring one by one as he casually voiced his thoughts.

On the barren Northwestern Continent, the only place where one could possibly obtain Earth Tier cultivation methods and Dou Techniques without paying a price was that top academy renowned throughout the continent.

"Canaan Academy..."

Luo Su's pale beard bobbed up and down along with his chin.

"That place is filled with geniuses. It really suits a little monster like you. The family's higher-ups have made the same arrangement for your future cultivation. They want to send you to that academy."

"Whether the Cloud Sect and the Imperial Clan will sit by and watch the Mittel Clan produce another Dou Emperor is something no one can guarantee."

On the surface, those two enormous powers appeared respectable and glorious, but who knew what they might do in secret?

If they could eliminate a Dou Emperor who did not belong to their side in advance, who would not want to interfere from the shadows?

Especially that old fellow from the Imperial Clan, who belonged to the same generation as Yun Shan, the former sect leader of the Cloud Sect.

Yet Yun Shan's disciple was already a Dou King, and becoming a Dou Emperor in the future was practically certain. Meanwhile, the Imperial Clan still had no worthy successor.

And now Wu Yan had appeared. Who knew whether he might provoke that old fellow?

Wu Yan wanted to say that the empire would remain peaceful over the next few years. But considering that he had only read the story from the protagonist's perspective and had not experienced it personally, he said nothing.

A trip to Canaan Academy had already been part of his plans. Now that it aligned with the family's plans for cultivating him, it could not have been better. It was far preferable to having a disagreement.

Several days later, in Teng Shan's study.

Sensing the power hidden within the underage youth before him, power that even he could not afford to underestimate, Teng Shan wore a gratified expression.

"I trust Elder Luo Su has already told you about the arrangements for your future cultivation. Do you have any objections?"

"No."

Wu Yan shook his head, wondering whether this busy family head had summoned him merely to say such things.

Apparently noticing Wu Yan's confusion, the squinting Teng Shan waved his hand, and sixteen wooden boxes appeared neatly arranged across the table.

When the boxes were opened, third- and fourth-tier Magic Cores of eight different attributes appeared before Wu Yan.

For once, even Wu Yan's indifferent face showed a trace of surprise.

"I heard that you enjoy collecting Magic Cores. Consider these part of the family's support for a junior like you who is about to travel far away."

Seeing Wu Yan's reaction, Teng Shan smiled, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

There was no need to think about fifth-tier Magic Cores. Fifth-tier magical beasts were equivalent to Dou King experts. Even if such cores were available, items of that level were generally traded only through barter.

But as for third- and fourth-tier Magic Cores below the fifth tier, gathering them was not difficult as long as one threw enough money at the problem.

And the Mittel Clan lacked nothing more than gold coins.

Wu Yan forcibly suppressed his excitement. With these two sets of third- and fourth-tier Magic Cores, he was confident that he could advance to Dou King before the age of eighteen.

"I won't stand on ceremony."

"That's more like it. If you need anything, just tell the family while we can still help you."

Teng Shan felt somewhat emotional. This kid was growing far too quickly. If the family did not provide him with enough support while he was still weak—

Then after he became a supreme expert, the family would probably hold little weight in his heart.

Forget that nonsense about how the family had raised you and how you could not forget the family.

This was the Dou Qi Continent, where the strong reigned supreme.

And do not talk about how geniuses needed trials and hardships to grow into true experts. That was only because they were not talented enough, had encountered bottlenecks in cultivation, and were progressing too slowly toward becoming strong.

Only under such circumstances did they need to undergo all sorts of trials.

Did someone like Wu Yan need any trials?

He had no cultivation bottlenecks. He advanced by an entire major realm every year. What the hell was there to temper?

With that time, it would be better to let him advance into a Dou Emperor as soon as possible. Once he possessed enough strength, letting him travel the continent on his own would be better than anything else.

Bloodshed, combat experience—none of it was more important than absolute realm suppression.

So what if you had seen plenty of blood and had abundant real combat experience? There was one prerequisite: you had to be able to withstand a casual strike from me before you were qualified to fight me.

"In that case, I would like some ice-attributed heavenly treasures. The more, the better."

Wu Yan understood Teng Shan's unspoken meaning. He accepted this deal of "the family raises me while I'm young, and I'll protect the family when I'm grown" without hesitation.

He had a clear understanding of his current position. As the family's "seed" with the greatest hope of becoming a Dou Emperor, as long as his cultivation steadily improved, even if he asked the family elders to collectively perform pole dances, those old men would have to grit their teeth and do it.

Not to mention that the things he wanted were genuinely for cultivation.

Do not forget that the Little Blue Bottle could not only extract the energy within Magic Cores, but also extract the essence of medicinal herbs, allowing their effects to be better utilized.

After hearing Wu Yan's request, Teng Shan considered it for a moment. "There are quite a few ice-attributed heavenly treasures in the family treasury. They were originally prepared for that person... but now they can be used by you."

Half an hour later, the normally composed Wu Yan wore a dazzling smile, a rare sight indeed.

As for the reason, heh heh—of course, it was because of the extra cold jade boxes in his Storage Ring, faintly emitting chilly air.

Those had originally been cultivation resources for the Mittel Clan's Supreme Elder—the Ice Emperor, Hai Bodong. Since his whereabouts were unknown, they now belonged to Wu Yan.