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  With autumn’s end came the season of military recruitment. With the entire continent engaged in an age of warfare, every youngster viewed becoming a mighty warrior as a badge of honor. Naturally, there were also those who wished to become mages, but becoming a mage is an extremely difficult task. Perhaps only one person in ten thousand had the necessary qualifications to become a mage. With such a low probability, the average person wouldn’t even consider it. Becoming a warrior was much easier. Upon turning sixteen, as long as they were at least warriors of the first rank, they could easily enter the army.

  “Uncle Hillman, thank you!” A hundred and twenty-six children, all age seventeen, respectfully bowed towards Hillman. These youngsters normally did not attend training. They had all become adults, and had their own jobs to do. But since they had all been trained by Hillman since they were toddlers, they considered Hillman to have been their benevolent master.

  Before joining the army, they came here to say farewell to Hillman.

  Staring at this group of energetic, eager seventeen-year-olds, Hillman was filled with countless mixed feelings. This was because Hillman knew that all of these children were eager to join the army, but after ten years of military service, how many of them would come back alive?

  “I hope at least half of these hundred and twenty-six will be able to return alive,” Hillman prayed silently.

  Hillman stared at the children, and said in a clear voice, “Brats, listen up! You are all men of the town of Wushan. The men of the town of Wushan must straighten their chests, welcome any challenges, and accept no fear. Am I understood?”

  All of those seventeen-year-old youths straightened their chest, their bodies ramrod straight. Their eyes filled with a hot ardor for military life, they responded in loud unison, “Understood!”

  “Good!” Hillman stood ramrod straight as well. His cold gaze was filled with a military aura. “Tomorrow, all of you will depart. Tonight, prepare well. I know how strong all of you are. All of you will be able to enter the army easily! I, Hillman, will wait here for all of you to make your glorious return to the town of Wushan!” Hillman said in a bright voice. The eyes of those youths shone bright as well when they heard this. Returning home with honor. This was the dream of every youth!

  “Now, I order all of you to immediately go home and begin your preparations. Dismissed!” Hillman said in a cold, fierce voice.

  “Yes sir!” A hundred and twenty-six youths respectfully saluted and then departed. They were followed by the worshipful gazes of the nearly two hundred youths that remained. Tomorrow, they would begin a brand new journey.

  “I have two more years. When I become of age, I also want to join the army.”

  “I really want to live the exciting, pulse-pounding life of a soldier. If I had to live here in the town of Wushan for my entire life, even if I lived forever, it would be pointless.”

  A group of thirteen-year-olds chatted amongst each other, all of them longing for that exciting, vigor-filled life. All of them wanted to win glory and establish reputations for themselves. They wanted the adoration of the girls and the esteem of their relatives. This was the stuff of dreams!

  “Linley, your father Lord Hogg has some extremely important business with you. Don’t go off playing with the other kids. Come home with me.” Hillman walked to Linley’s side. Gazing at him, Hillman felt very proud.

  Linley was exceedingly smart. Under the tutelage of his father, Hogg, since a young age, he had learned many words and could read most books. In this era, reading was a very luxurious thing. Usually, only the scions of noble houses could read. The Baruch clan was an extremely old clan, and it owned a large number of books.

  “Uncle Hillman, I know already. My lord father has already reminded me three times. He’s never been so insistent about anything. I won’t go off and play.” Linley grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, perfect but for the fact that one was missing. Linley was already beginning to grow permanent teeth.

  “That’s enough. You are missing one of your front teeth. When you smile, you let the wind in.” Hillman laughed. “Go, go home.”

  The ancient front courtyard of the Baruch manor. After the family finished dinner, Linley began to play around with his younger brother.

  “Big brother, hug, hug!”

  Little Wharton was staring at Linley with a look of pure, simple love. Walking unsteadily, he extended a small, pudgy hand towards Linley, trying to hug him. Linley stood not too far away, just waiting for little Wharton to reach him. “You can do it, Wharton!” Linley said encouragingly.

  Little Wharton’s wobbly footsteps made people fear he would fall with each step. But in the end, little Wharton managed to rush into his big brother’s embrace. His smooth skin, as soft as water, was slightly pink. His big round eyes stared at his elder brother, and in a baby voice, he said, “Big brother, big brother.”

  Looking at his baby brother, Linley’s heart was filled with boundless warmth and love. He had no mother and no grandparents. Although he had his father and the family caretaker to take care of him, Linley, who had matured early, was extremely loving and protective towards his little brother. In Linley’s eyes, as the big brother it was his job to take care of his little brother.

  “Wharton, what did you learn today?” Linley asked, smiling.

  Wharton frowned, an extremely cute expression. After pondering, he excitedly said, “Today I learned about using rags!”

  “Rags?” Linley’s face revealed an uncontrollable smile. “What did you wipe?”

  Counting on his fingers, little Wharton said, “First I used the rags to wipe the floors, then the toilet chamber pots, and lastly I wiped… wiped… right, I wiped the plates!” He looked excitedly at Linley, awaiting Linley’s praise.

  “You wiped the chamber pots, and then wiped the plates?” Linley’s eyes were huge.

  “What, did I do it wrong? I really wiped them clean.” In little Wharton’s tiny head, his eyes were filled with an uncomprehending look as he stared at his big brother.

  “Young master Linley, your father is looking for you. Let me carry young master Wharton.” A brandy-nosed old man walked over. This brandy-nosed old man was the Baruch clan’s housekeeper, Hiri. He was the only person to work in the entire manor. There wasn’t even a serving girl.

  Linley no longer had any time to chat with Wharton. He immediately handed Wharton over to Grandpa Hiri, and went towards the guest hall. “I wonder why father summoned me?” Although he was young, Linley could sense that this time, his father had called him for something important.

  Entering the guest hall, in one corner there was a desk clock that was higher than Linley was tall. This desk clock can be considered a high-quality object. Generally, only wealthy or noble families had such a clock. At this moment, Linley’s father was seated next to the fireplace. The flames in the fireplace burned, constantly crackling and popping.

  “Um? Why did father change his clothes?” Seeing his father, Linley was filled with astonishment. While at home, his father normally wore only very simple clothes. Just then, while eating dinner, his father wore normal clothes. But now, he had switched to a set of very noble, beautiful apparel.

  Hogg’s entire body emanated an ancient, noble aura. That aura wasn’t the sort that money could buy. It was something that an ancient noble clan cultivated in its heirs. Theirs was a clan that had survived for five thousand years. How could an ordinary noble clan compare?

  Hogg stood up. Turning around, when he saw Linley, his eyes lit up. “Linley, come with me. Let’s go to the ancestral hall. Uncle Hiri, you know about the matters of my clan, so you can come as well.” Hogg smiled.

  “The ancestral hall?” Linley was astonished. The members of the Baruch clan only stayed in the front side of the manor. The areas in the far back, virtually no one went there to clean. Only the ancestral hall in the back did they ever visit, once a month, to clean.

  “But this isn’t the time to sacrifice to our ancestors. Why are we
going to the ancestral hall?” Linley had a belly full of questions. Exiting the guest hall, Hogg, Linley, and Uncle Hiri, who still held Wharton, followed the blue stone path towards the back manor.

  Deep autumn. The night was as cold as water. A cold wind blew, causing Linley to shiver. But Linley didn’t make a sound because he could feel that something was different today. Following his father, Linley entered the ancestral hall as well.

  Clack. The door to the ancestral hall closed. The candles in the hall were lit up, causing the entire hall to immediately become very bright. Linley could instantly see the many spirit tablets placed in the very front of the hall. That thick, dense cluster of spirit tablets spoke volumes as to the age of the Baruch clan.

  Hogg quietly stood in front of the spirit tablets, not saying a word. Linley felt very nervous. In the entire hall, aside from the sounds of the whispering candles, no sound was heard. The quiet was terrifying, creating an oppressive feeling on the heart.

  Suddenly, Hogg turned and focused his gaze on Linley. In a weighty voice, he said, “Linley, today, there are many things that must be done. But first, let me tell you some of the history of our Baruch clan.”

  Linley could feel his heart thumping frantically. “Our clan’s history? What can it be?” In his heart, Linley was eager to know, but he didn’t dare to make a sound.

  A look of pride appearing on his face, Hogg said in a clear voice, “Linley, our Baruch clan has existed for five thousand years. Even scanning the entire Kingdom of Fenlai, I don’t believe we can find a second clan which is as ancient as ours.” Hogg’s voice contained an absolute pride. Ancient. This was a word that some noble clans viewed with great importance.

  “Linley, have you heard of the legendary Four Supreme Warriors of the Yulan continent?” Turning his head, Hogg looked at Linley.

  Eyes brightening, Linley nodded. “I know. According to Uncle Hillman, the legendary Four Supreme Warriors are the Dragonblood Warrior, the Violetflame Warrior, the Tigerstriped Warrior, and the Undying Warrior.”

  Satisfied, Hogg nodded. Smiling, he said, “Right! Now, I am going to tell you something. The legendary Four Supreme Warriors actually represent four ancient clans… and our Baruch clan is the ancient clan which contains the exalted bloodline of the Dragonblood Warriors!”

  “The Dragonblood Warrior clan?!” Linley felt as though his entire head was buzzing. In Linley’s eyes, his clan was nothing more than just an ancient clan which had fallen on hard times. How could it be related to the legendary Dragonblood Warrior?

  “You don’t believe me?” A trace of arrogance could be seen on Hogg’s face. “Linley, go up and take a close look at those spirit tablets. By now, you can read all the words on them. On the back of every single spirit tablet is the history of those departed ancestors of ours. The three spirit tablets at the very top, are three who are Dragonblood Warriors!”

  Hogg took Linley by the hand. “Come.” Hogg led Linley towards the area behind the many spirit tablets. Lifting him up, Hogg said, “Take a close look at those characters behind.” Linley widened his eyes and began to read.

  The words carved onto the uppermost tablet were etched very deeply and very clearly. Those five-thousand-year-old characters told of an astonishing story!

  “Baruch, the very first Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan continent. In the year 4560 of the Yulan calendar, outside the walls of the City of Linnan, Baruch did battle against a Black Dragon and a Titanic Frost Wyrm. In the end, he slew both the Black Dragon and the Titanic Frost Wyrm, causing his fame to spread across the world. In the year 4579 of the Yulan calendar, along the coastline of the northern sea of the continent, Baruch did battle against a Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor. On that day, the waves crashed unceasingly and nearby cities crumbled, but after a vicious fight lasting a full day and night, Baruch finally executed the Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor… finally, Baruch founded the Baruch clan, and became the first leader of the Baruch clan!”

  “Ryan Baruch, the second Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan continent. In the year 4690 of the Yulan calendar, in the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts, he defeated and subdued a Saint-level Golden Dragon, and became known as the Golden Dragonrider Saint! In the year 4697…”

  “Hazard Baruch, the third Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan continent. Born in the year 5360 of the Yulan calendar, in his very first battle, he fought fiercely with a Saint-level Bloody-Eyed Maned Lion in the Mountain Range of the Setting Sun. He defeated the lion, forcing it to scurry away and flee, causing Hazard to become famous throughout the world…”

  One mighty name after another, one amazing story after another, made the blood in Linley’s veins pump all the more vigorously. “My clan, is actually the clan of the Dragonblood Warriors?” Linley was extremely excited.

  Beside him, Hogg said in a low voice, “The first three generations of the Baruch family were all Dragonblood Warriors. Upon becoming a Dragonblood Warrior, one’s life expectancy would dramatically increase. The second generation Dragonblood Warrior didn’t get married or have children until after he was seven hundred years old.”

  “And afterwards?” Linley wondered. “Father, why doesn’t our clan have any more Dragonblood Warriors?”

  Hogg nodded. “To become a Dragonblood Warrior, the most important thing is the density and thickness of the dragonblood which flows in our veins. The higher the density, the better. After many generations, the density of the dragonblood in our veins has grown thinner and thinner. However… that isn’t an absolute because as time goes on, sometimes, out of nowhere, a descendant will possess a very high density of dragonblood.”

  “After Hazard Baruch, the fourth Dragonblood Warrior appeared, nearly a thousand years later. Then, after fifteen hundred years passed, which is to say tens of generations later, the fifth Dragonblood Warrior finally appeared in our clan. But in the thousand years from then until now, not a single Dragonblood Warrior has shown up.”

  Hogg shook his head and sighed. “The fifth Dragonblood Warrior only stayed on the Yulan continent for around two centuries, before he disappeared. In the thousand years since then, our Baruch clan has totally decayed.” After a thousand years, even the most illustrious of families could decay.

  “However, our clan still has hope. Perhaps in the future, one of our descendants will have the requisite density of dragonblood in their veins, and meet the requirements to become a Dragonblood Warrior. If they meet the requirements, after just a few decades of training, they would be able to become a true, full Dragonblood Warrior. And at that time, the Baruch clan would once more be restored to the glorious days of yore, when we were known as the Dragonblood Warrior Clan!” Hogg’s eyes shone. “Linley, you are six and a half now. According to our rules, at your age, the test to see if your blood has a high density of dragonblood will be fairly accurate. Today, I am going to test you.”

  Linley was stunned. “Testing the density of dragonblood in my veins? Test me?” Linley fully understood the implications of his father performing this test. This test would show whether or not he met the requirements for becoming a Dragonblood Warrior.

  “Linley, wait here. I’ll go get the ‘Dragonblood Needle’.” Hogg clearly was very excited, as he immediately departed the ancestral hall for a nearby private room.

  “Dragonblood Warrior? Will I really become a Dragonblood Warrior?” Linley was mentally fidgeting, his mind a confused mess. He was filled with both eagerness and fear. He feared that the density of dragonblood in his veins wasn’t high enough.

  “If I fail, I guess father will be extremely disappointed,” Linley couldn’t help but think. Having grown up with his father and his younger brother, Linley didn’t want to disappoint his father. But the density of dragonblood in his veins wasn’t something he could decide.

  After just a short period of time, Hogg returned from the private room with an extremely thin needle that was twenty centimeter long. “Is that Dragonblood Needle?” Linley mused as he stared at the long needle in his father’s hand
s.

  “Alright, Linley. This needle will just barely break the skin when it goes in. It won’t hurt at all. Stretch out your hand.” Hogg smiled, and Linley nodded. Taking a deep breath, Linley stretched out his right arm. The slight trembling in his arm showed that Linley really was very nervous. Not just Linley. In truth, even Hogg was very nervous.

  “Don’t move.” Holding the translucent Dragonblood Needle, Hogg lightly pricked Linley’s ring finger with it, easily piercing the skin. Linley felt a piercing pain, and the translucent needle immediately turned crimson as well. Hands shaking, Hogg immediately lifted the Dragonblood Needle up and inspected it carefully.

  Raising his head, Linley stared at his father, feeling extremely agitated. “Is the density of dragonblood in my veins sufficient? Why has father stared at the Dragonblood Needle for so long?” Linley had a bad premonition…

  “Alas…” With an exhaled breath, Hogg placed the Dragonblood Needle off to one side. Hearing his father’s sigh, the nervous Linley knew that the density of dragonblood in his veins clearly didn’t reach the required level. His tears immediately began to flow.

  “Linley, why are you crying? Don’t cry. Be a good boy, don’t cry.” Hogg immediately hugged Linley. Seeing Linley cry, Hogg felt sick at heart. After all, Linley was still just six and a half. He was just a child.

  “I won’t cry. Unh. Won’t cry.” Linley sniffled twice, then forced himself to calm down. “Father, I’m sorry. I’ve let you down.”

  Hearing Linley’s words, Hogg felt a warm feeling in his heart. He couldn’t help but hold Linley against his bosom. “Linley, don’t feel bad. I actually didn’t raise my hopes too high. Over a thousand years and tens of generations, no one has become a Dragonblood Warrior. It doesn’t matter that you also failed. Father doesn’t blame you.”