My Descendants Are My Power

When Ethan saw the people of Blackwood swiftly subdue and capture the leader of the Lightning Legion, dragging him to a cliff miles outside the town, Nathan tightly gripped the man's neck.

"What's going on?" Ethan munched on a melon, noticing the complex emotions in Nathan's eyes—hatred, relief, and perhaps liberation?

"Do you remember who I am?" Nathan's voice was haunting, slightly trembling.

"My friend, I... I don't know how I have offended you all. Let's talk this out. Are you after the Performance Psychic Pearl? Take it, it's yours. I...

I have many Energy Stones, I can give you all the valuable things from our martial hall!"

The leader of the Lightning Legion wasn't foolish; knowing these people dared to come, he wasn't concerned about the backing of the Black Shell Sect. He simply begged for mercy, prioritizing his survival.

"You don't remember." Nathan sighed deeply. "It's been forty-nine years. You don't remember me, but I remember you."

"Who... who are you?!!" The leader grew more terrified.

Nathan ignored him, continuing on his own:

"You, the Lightning Legion, claim to be a reputable sect in this town of Whisper, but in reality, you are utterly vile. Back then, you were at the peak of Foundational Energy, just when you founded the Lightning Legion. Oh, and you had another role—stealing children and selling them as slaves."

"You..."

The leader tried to speak, but the veins on his forehead bulged as Nathan's grip silenced him, and with a casual slap, he disabled the leader's internal strength!

"Children with good potential, you would sell to major sects."

"Those with poor potential, you used as cauldrons!"

Nathan calmly broke the leader's limbs.

"Do you know, when we twelve cauldrons reached the age of twenty, just when you were about to use us to nourish your Gu insects, to save our lives from the hell that was the Lightning Legion, only I managed to escape alive. I still remember my companions yelling for me to run faster!"

"Run faster... Number 7, you must escape..."

"I escaped, my companions died, and I could only follow the memories of my childhood to find my former home, only to find my parents' graves. The thatched cottage was abandoned, only the Forebearer cards remained."

"When you kidnapped me, I was young, I didn't remember my own name, you named me Number 7."

"I know I'm not capable, but I've dreamt of your death, of your martial hall's ruin!"

Nathan exhaled deeply, and only when Luna placed her hand on his shoulder did Nathan show a reassuring smile to the worried Luna, finally staring coldly at the leader, "Now I'm not called Number 7, the nameless one who once fled with his tail between his legs. I have a name, Nathan. Remember me in your next life, my name is Nathan!"

"It's time to let go of the past."

Nathan truly let go, dropping the leader off the cliff, then borrowing a psychic weapon from Luna, he flew down and bombarded the area until the leader's flesh mixed with the filthy soil.

Watching everything on the screen, Ethan felt as if he stood beside Nathan, the cold night wind blowing on him.

He felt a bitter sweetness in his heart.

It was his first time learning of Nathan's tragic past, perhaps the reason Nathan gained the trait 'Strive for Strength', and why, after acquiring new techniques, he continually changed, seeking a better life.

Years ago, Blackwood had the power to avenge Nathan.

But Nathan hadn't sought revenge, perhaps knowing already that the Lightning Legion had powerful backers, suppressing his hatred for the sake of his family's development. Even today, it was because the family needed the Performance Psychic Pearl, otherwise Nathan might still not risk acting on personal desires.

As the booming sounds filled the game screen.

[Your descendant Nathan has broken free from years of suppressed inner demons, the trait 'Strive for Strength' has evolved—]

[Trait: Destined for Greatness!]

[Your descendant Nathan has advanced—]

[Mid-stage Emerging Ability!]

Nathan's resilience is truly rare.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lead his family to such prosperity from the countryside during a year of severe drought, armed with nothing but a copy of the "Psychic Arts Manual."

If it were anyone else, Ethan reckoned he'd have to constantly invoke the 'Forebearer's Fury.'

[Trait: Destined for Greatness]

[Late Bloomer, cultivating psychic powers speed increased by 20%. Due to breaking through mental barriers, an open mind, and enhanced comprehension, mastering mystical arts and martial skills becomes easier!]

After returning from Listening Wind Town, Nathan was also quick to burn incense and bow in prayer.

Ethan glanced at his current Spiritual Tribute—

27650.

"Still a long way to go."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, as with more descendants in Blackwood, he could generally gain 3000 Spiritual Tribute annually, sometimes more during special events.

And he had long coveted the profound technique "Mystic Shadow Celestial Steps" from the "Sky Codex."

Now, after years of cultivating psychic powers, the most advanced, Lucas, had only reached 28% proficiency.

"By the time Lucas truly masters this technique to a divine level, it'll probably take 100,000 Spiritual Tribute points to replicate."

Ethan pondered how to utilize these Spiritual Tribute points.

[Your family has built a large training hall, named the Three-Tiered Combat Tower!]

Following the event log's prompt.

There it was.

In the center of Gratitude Village, a three-tiered spire stood tall. Ethan learned that this combat tower, constructed by a master hired at a high price by Blackwood, had become a major psychic equipment facility. As long as no one dug into the combat tower, the existence of the Performance Psychic Pearl would remain undiscovered.

The tower could manifest master phantoms, continuously demonstrating mystical arts and martial skills day and night, as long as there were enough Energy Stones, also enhancing the tower's psychic energy.

Entry to the first layer required Foundational Energy, and so forth.

The people of Blackwood immediately transferred the mystical arts and martial skills they had collected over the years, including "Gonzalez's Body Forging Technique," "Wandering Dragon Steps," and "Breeze Technique," totaling thirty-six arts, into the combat tower using their magical powers.

As for the people of Blackwood, they now placed even greater emphasis on cultivating psychic powers from the "Sky Codex."

After dealing with the combat tower, the people of Blackwood gathered together, for them, eliminating the Lightning Legion was just the beginning!

Olivia, sitting at the head of the family table, said to Nathan, "Father, the matter with the Lightning Legion was handled cleanly, no one suspects us. You used the Sky Sect's Thunder Summoning Scripture, and now the Black Shell Gate suspects it was the Sky Sect's doing."

"Indeed."

Nathan nodded slightly, his past as fleeting as the wind, and now he stood firm like an ancient tree in the wind, "Let's drop the matter, and speak no more of it. Our Blackwood is but a small family, and that is our best disguise."

"Understood, father."

Olivia took a sip of tea, her voice firm, "We had planned to go to Whisper River Valley, but that must now be canceled."

Before Nathan could respond.

Amelia interjected anxiously, "Why? Has something changed? What about the Dayheart Herb?"

In these days, Blackwood's scheming wasn't just about the Lightning Legion.

The family had developed and conducted business far and wide, making both friends and enemies.

Now was the time for reckoning.

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