Starting from Wushan Town

Wushan Town was an ordinary town in the Fenlai Kingdom, located west of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, the number-one mountain range in the Yulan Mainland.

The morning sun was rising, and the small town of Wushan Town still carried a trace of morning chill. However, almost all the residents of the town had already come out to start working. Even children of six or seven years old had pretty much gotten up and started their traditional morning exercises.

As the owners of Wushan Town, the Baruch clan had declined, yet they still insisted on visiting the town residents every day. They had a very good reputation throughout the entire town and were well-respected. Today, however, the patriarch of the Baruch clan was uncharacteristically absent, and the atmosphere inside the entire estate appeared exceptionally oppressive.

The Baruch clan was one of the four ultimate warrior clans of the Yulan Mainland, yet today only three members remained in this clan: Hogg, the patriarch of the Baruch clan, and his two sons, Linley Baruch and Wharton Baruch. Every generation of members regarded the revitalization of the clan as their lifelong goal. The Baruch clan was rather unique, however, in that as long as a member's bloodline concentration did not reach the critical threshold, they knew they had no way to perform the Dragonblood Transformation, nor could they cultivate any secret manuals other than those of the clan. In this world where might made right, such a goal was very difficult to achieve without strength. After decades of effort, Hogg had transferred his goal onto his two sons, hoping to see it realized through them.

Two years ago, when testing his eldest son Linley, although Linley's dragonblood concentration had not reached the critical threshold, his ultimate tests in earth and wind elements qualified him to become a noble magus. Entering the best magic academy in the Yulan Mainland to study magic allowed Hogg to see hope for the clan once again.

Last night, his younger son also reached the age for bloodline concentration testing. In the Ancestral Hall, Hogg changed into noble attire that he rarely wore, preparing to test the dragonblood concentration of his youngest son, Wharton. Looking at his youngest son who was only six years old, Hogg was filled with expectations, hoping that the god of luck would descend upon his clan once more.

Using a Dragonblood Needle to gently pierce the index finger of six-year-old little Wharton, the line of blood on the Dragonblood Needle instantly seemed to come alive, constantly moving toward the scale that indicated the concentration met the standard. It stopped when the dragonblood concentration directly reached sixty percent. Looking at the Dragonblood Needle in his hand, Hogg trembled with excitement. With the dragonblood concentration reaching sixty percent, it was said that even Baruch, the first-generation patriarch of the Baruch clan, had only reached a dragonblood concentration of seventy percent. This showed that Wharton not only reached the critical threshold of dragonblood concentration, but his dragonblood concentration was also very high, which made Hogg so excited that he lost the dignity a noble should maintain.

During the first bloodline test, as long as the dragonblood concentration reached the critical threshold, the stimulation of the Dragonblood Needle would trigger the first Dragonblood Transformation. As long as one could endure the pain brought by the first transformation, they could henceforth become a true Dragonblood Warrior. This kind of transformation would bring great pain and suffering to both body and spirit, but once successful, it would also bring a massive improvement. Watching Wharton's body slowly sprout patches of cyan dragon scales and a dragon tail while letting out miserable screams, Hogg spoke up.

Wharton, hold on. As long as you get through this hurdle, you will succeed. Looking at his youngest son's painful expression, he encouraged him.

Such pain was simply too severe for a child of only six years old. Wharton was trying hard to maintain consciousness, but he still couldn't help wanting to pass out.

"Ah, ah..."

Little Wharton continuously let out roars.

Hogg also knew that there was no other way, as this was a process every Dragonblood Warrior had to experience. He could only continuously pray that Wharton would be able to hold on, and he believed that his youngest son would definitely succeed.

Just as Wharton was gradually losing consciousness and nearing a faint, a loud boom sounded in the sky.

A streak of purple light flashed across the sky above Wushan Town, piercing directly through the Ancestral Hall and plunging into little Wharton's body. At the same time, it carried a dense coercive pressure, causing even Hogg, who was already a Sixth-Level Warrior, to lose consciousness for an instant under this pressure.

The fleeting pressure instantly swept across the entire Yulan Mainland, and even Beirut, acting as a High God, felt his soul tremble. Yet before he even had time to investigate, it had already vanished.

The few God-Level powerhouses of the Yulan Mainland were all awakened by this sudden pressure, and they successively swept their divine sense across the entire continent. However, just as they made a move, a voice rang out in their minds and rebuked them. The descent of the purple light naturally also caught the attention of Beirut, the sovereign of the Yulan Mainland. To prevent too many people from knowing, he rebuked all the God-Level powerhouses.

Beirut's words could be said to be without anyone daring to defy them throughout the entire Yulan Mainland, so nobody dared to disobey. They simply assumed it was something brought about by Lord Beirut who did not wish for them to know, and naturally they did not dare to go against Beirut's wishes.

Beirut swept his divine sense across the entire mainland, and when it landed on Wushan Town, he merely discovered Wharton still undergoing the transformation. As a High God, however, he did not pay it much mind. At this moment, Wharton was already covered in dragon scales, intermixed with wisps of black blood, making it impossible to clearly see the appearance of the Dragonblood Transformation.

Hmm, a Dragonblood Warrior. Could the purple light from earlier be related to this little fellow? Beirut issued a query.

Looking at Wharton on the ground, his divine sense scanned back and forth across Wharton's divine sense several times without discovering any anomalies, only finding that Wharton's soul was somewhat abnormal right now.

Hmm, interesting. If he can pull through, I can count you in.

He withdrew his divine sense, but Wharton had already been noted by Beirut.