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  Feeling the warmth of his father’s chest, Linley’s tightened chest gradually loosened. By this point, the two-year-old Wharton had long since fallen asleep in Grandpa Hiri’s arms.

  “Linley, at this point in time, the Baruch family just consists of you, me, and your little brother. I don’t have any extravagant hopes. I’ve never dared to dream of becoming a Dragonblood Warrior.” Hogg laughed at himself satirically. How could becoming a Dragonblood Warrior be an easy task?

  Linley raised his head, staring at his father. Linley rarely saw his father speak to him in such a manner. Normally, his father was always very strict and unyielding.

  Staring at the rows of spirit tablets, Hogg’s eyes were filled with a dreary sadness. “My true goal is actually to recover the ancestral heirloom of the Baruch clan, passed down across the generations.”

  “Our ancestral heirloom? What’s that? Why have I never heard about it?” Linley asked curiously.

  Hogg proudly said, “Our ancestral heirloom – the warblade, “Slaughterer”. This was the weapon used by the very first leader of the Baruch clan, the very first Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan continent. Alas… his descendants were unfilial. Six hundred years ago, because of poverty, a descendant who loved luxury actually sold our ancestral weapon for money.” As he spoke, Hogg was filled with so much fury that his body actually trembled.

  Shaking his head helplessly, he said, “Afterwards, every single generation tried to recover the warblade ‘Slaughterer’, but despite six hundred years of trying, none of us have succeeded. After all, when we sold the warblade ‘Slaughterer’, it was for the price of 180,000 gold coins. 180,000 gold coins! We aren’t able to produce such a vast sum, but even if we were, the current owner wouldn’t be willing to sell to us.”

  The ancient clan of the Dragonblood Warriors, actually had sold off its own ancestral heirloom? This was a humiliation! The humiliation of the ancient clan of the Dragonblood Warriors! Every succeeding generation had attempted to come up with ways to regain the warblade ‘Slaughterer’, but despite six hundred years of trying, they had never succeeded.

  As the current clan leader, Hogg also had this desire, but the clan’s economic situation was in dire straits. 180,000 gold coins? Even if they sold off the manor and all their possessions, they might not be able to produce such a vast sum. No, the ancestral heirloom was lost forever. This humiliation constantly weighed on Hogg’s heart. He felt ashamed and helpless, unable to face his forefathers.

  Seeing the look on his father’s face, Linley consoled him, “Father, don’t be unhappy! I promise that one day, I will recover our family’s heirloom and bring it back to this manor.”

  “You?” Hogg chuckled. Eyes filled with love, he ruffled Linley’s hair. In his heart, Hogg couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “Linley. Do you know, these words you just said…all those years ago, I said these same words to your grandfather as well.” Six hundred years of efforts had all failed. How could this task be so easily accomplished?

  After all, the person who had purchased the warblade ‘Slaughterer’ wasn’t an ordinary person either. Why would they be willing to sell? Even if they were willing to sell, how could the decrepit Baruch clan afford the cost?

  “Father, don’t you believe me?” Raising his head, Linley looked at his father questioningly.

  “I believe you, I believe you,” Hogg laughed.

  Father and son held each other close. Only three members remained of the ancient Dragonblood Clan in this era. When would this decaying clan be able to regain the glory and honor it had in prior years? At this moment, lying against his father’s chest, Linley’s fists were tightly clenched!

  3

  Growth

  The spring wind came, turning green the poplar trees near the empty space outside of the town of Wushan. A group of youths were ardently training on the empty training grounds. Almost a year had passed since the Dragonblood test, and Linley was eight years old now. Over the course of this period of time, Hillman clearly saw that Linley had only become even more hard working!

  “Well done, Linley! Hold it, hold it!” Hillman encouraged from the side. Right now, Linley was only wearing trousers. His upper body was covered with sweat, and his body, as taut as a drawn bowstring, was lying on the ground. His hands were pressed fiercely to the ground, as straight as tree trunks, while the rest of his body was motionless. He was supporting himself from a push-up position, with just his hands and the tips of his toes! His entire body was taut!

  The ‘Static Tension’ training exercise! A very simple yet very effective training exercise. If a person could reach the level of being able to maintain this pose for an hour, then his body would no longer fear ordinary swords or sabres.

  Drip, drip! Beads of sweat rolled down from Linley’s forehead. The sweat entered Linley’s left eye, and he couldn’t help but wince at the pain.

  “Ley is really amazing. Just eight years old, but he’s able to match the thirteen-year-olds in doing the ‘Static Tension’ exercise.” Some of the children who had already given up were sprawled on the ground, chatting as they watched Linley.

  “Ley, keep it up! Keep it up for the rest of us! Beat those thirteen-year-olds!” The golden-haired Hadley shouted from the side. “Yeah, keep it up, Ley!” The other children started to chant as well. Linley was on extremely good terms with the other kids. Although Linley was the child of a noble house, he was extremely kind to the children of commoners and often helped them train as well.

  “Gotta hold it. Gotta hold it.” Linley constantly said to himself. In the back of Linley’s mind, the words his father said a year ago constantly echoed:

  “Linley, we are the family of the Dragonblood Warriors. As a member of the Dragonblood Warriors clan, you have both advantages and disadvantages! The advantage is, even though the density of dragonblood in your veins hasn’t reached a sufficient level your body will still be much stronger than those of most ordinary people. It might be very difficult for others to become a warrior of the sixth rank through training alone, but for you, it will be somewhat easier.

  “However, your disadvantage is this. The descendants of the Dragonblood clan are not able to train battle-qi according to normal manuals. This is because the blood in our veins is only suited to the training method inside the ‘Secret Dragonblood Manual’. It conflicts with all other types of battle-qi cultivation methods. Unfortunately, only those who have reached a certain density of dragonblood are able to practice using the method within the ‘Secret Dragonblood Manual’. Therefore, you will not be able to cultivate battle-qi at all.

  “Also, although in theory anyone can reach the sixth rank through physical training, in reality the number of people who accomplish this is very low. But for us, it is different. Even if the amount of dragonblood in our veins is low, our starting level will be higher than others. Just from physical training alone, we can easily become warriors of the sixth rank. Your great grandfather managed to become a warrior of the seventh rank through physical training!”

  Linley remembered his father’s words very clearly. Linley growled to himself, “I’m stronger than everyone else now, only because of the dragonblood in my veins. But since I can’t practice battle-qi, my only options are between working hard and working even harder! Since great grandfather was able to become a warrior of the seventh rank, then I shall…I shall become a warrior of the eighth rank. Or even the ninth rank! Nothing is impossible!”

  A warrior of the eighth rank! A warrior of the ninth rank could be considered the most powerful expert in the entire country of Fenlai. A warrior of the eighth rank, although unable to restore the Baruch family to its former glories, would be able to dramatically improve its current situation.

  “Gotta hold!” Linley gritted his teeth. By this point, his muscles felt like they were being chewed on by countless ants. His entire body was quivering, and every single muscle on his entire body trembled. Every single trembling muscle could be seen visibly.

  After a long
time, in the end… Thud! Linley collapsed to the ground, exhausted. “That feels wonderful.” Flat on the floor, his entire body relaxed, Linley could clearly feel how numb his entire body was. All the muscles on his body, after undergoing that training, were slowly growing. Although the growth wouldn’t be noticeable from just one or two exercises, after a long period of time the effects would be pronounced.

  Hillman, off to the side, nodded briefly with satisfaction. Hillman’s face then grew cold as he turned to look at the fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds. “All of you had better hold on! Linley’s only eight years old, while all of you are almost adults. Don’t let an eight-year-old get the better of you!”

  After morning exercises ended, Linley bid farewell to his friends and went towards the Baruch clan manor. If a stranger had seen him, the eight-year-old Linley surely would have been assumed to be eleven or twelve years old and not just a mere child of eight. The descendants of Baruch truly were different from other men.

  “Big brother!” Upon seeing Linley, the healthy-looking Wharton rushed over.

  “That’s enough, Wharton. My entire body is covered with sweat. Let me wash myself first.” Linley patted Wharton on the face and laughed.

  Wharton hmphed. “I know that as soon as you wash up, you’ll go study with father.” As a member of a noble house, Linley’s education began from a young age. The five-thousand-year-old Baruch clan was even stricter regarding educational matters than even the royal families of most kingdoms were.

  “Enough, Wharton. I’ll play with you around noon.” Linley laughed. Wharton was only a child, while Linley was much more mature.

  After washing up and changing into some fresh clothes, Linley entered the study. At this moment, his father, Hogg Baruch, was sitting in front of a desk, his back ramrod straight. In front of Hogg were three thick tomes.

  “Father!” Linley respectfully bowed. Hogg coldly nodded, and Linley quickly walked next to him.

  “Yesterday, I explained the history of the countries of the Yulan continent to you. Repeat it back to me, Hogg said coldly. This was the real Hogg. Instances like the time when he was holding the crying Linley in his arms were extremely rare. Normally, Hogg’s attitude towards Linley could be summarized in one word: ‘Strict’. In all things, Hogg strove for perfection. He wouldn’t let Linley get away with any mistakes.

  “Yes, father,” Linley said calmly.

  “In the Yulan continent, there are three dangerous areas. The number one mountain range, the ‘Mountain Range of Magical Beasts’. The second mountain range, the ‘Mountain Range of the Setting Sun’. And, the number one forest, the ‘Forest of Darkness’. The space these three dangerous regions take up is incomparably large. The ‘Mountain Range of Magical Beasts’ runs across the entire continent, from north to south, covering over ten thousand kilometers. Within it are countless magical beasts, including Saint-level beasts that have the power to ‘destroy the heavens and ravage the earth’. Because of the ‘Mountain Range of Magical Beasts’, the Yulan continent has been divided into different regions.

  “West of the ‘Mountain Range of Magical Beasts’, there are twelve kingdoms and thirty-two duchies. Within these kingdoms and dukedoms, there are two major divisions. The first is the Holy Union, with the Kingdom of Fenlai being the principal kingdom. The second is the Dark Alliance, with the Kingdom of Heishi being the principal kingdom. These two alliances are opposed to each other and constantly battle because one is controlled by the Radiant Church, while the other belongs to the Cult of Shadows.

  “East of the ‘Mountain Range of Magical Beasts’, there are four empires, six major kingdoms, and countless duchies! These four empires are enormous, and are not influenced by the Holy Union or the Dark Alliance. In these four empires, the rule of the emperors is absolute. Any of the four empires are comparable to the Holy Union.

  “The four empires are the central Yulan Empire, the southeastern Rhine Empire, the eastern Rohault Empire, and the northern O’Brien Empire.” After having said all this at one go, Linley let himself relax slightly.

  “Just this?” Hogg frowned.

  Linley was about to immediately continue, but Hogg cut him off. “Let me ask you, within our Holy Union, how many kingdoms and duchies are there?”

  “Within our Holy Union, there are six kingdoms and fifte… sevente…” Linley suddenly frowned.

  How many duchies were there in the Holy Union? Linley’s memory was a bit hazy. He wasn’t sure if it was fifteen, or if it was seventeen. He couldn’t be sure.

  “Hmph!” Hogg pulled out a wooden stick, his face cold and harsh. Linley obediently stuck his hand out. Hogg’s eyes narrowed. WHAP! Hogg whacked Linley’s hand with the stick. A red line immediately appeared on Linley’s hand, but Linley could only clench his teeth, not making a sound.

  “Linley, you must remember, we are currently living within the Holy Union. You must know everything about the Holy Union!” Hogg coldly looked at his son. “In the entire Yulan continent, the most important entities are the four empires and the two alliances.”

  Linley nodded. Although his father’s words were simple, Linley clearly understood the deeper meaning within them.

  “At the far northern end, the Holy Union shares a border with the O’Brien Empire. While at the southern end, the Dark Alliance intersects with the Yulan Empire. Under the guidance of the Radiant Church, the unity of our Holy Union isn’t one whit inferior to that of the empires.”

  Linley nodded as he listened to his father’s words. Yesterday, he had read many books. Clearly, the Holy Union could be considered the ‘cultural center’ for the entire Yulan continent. At the same time, in terms of economic strength it was on par with the Yulan Empire, making the two of them the most economically powerful entities in the world. It also had the support of the Radiant Church. The Holy Union truly was very formidable.

  “Today, we will study art,” Hogg said coldly. “As the descendent of a noble family, you must have a thorough understanding and appreciation of art. Art is what gives noblemen an aura of gravitas!” Hogg pulled out a large tome as thick as a fist, immediately opening it.

  “In the year 3578 of the Yulan calendar, the grandmaster stone-sculptor Proulx was born…” Hogg solemnly taught while Linley strove hard to memorize. He wanted to meet his father’s requirements.

  Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the grandfather clock within the hall rang eleven times, signifying that it was now eleven in the morning.

  “Is Hogg at home?” A clear voice rang out. The Baruch manor had no guards, so clearly, this person had already arrived within the manor grounds.

  Hogg frowned, placing down the thick tome in front of him. “Linley, today we’ll come to a stop here.” Revealing a wisp of a smile, Hogg turned around and walked towards the guest hall.

  “Ah, Hogg, my dear friend! Just the other day I heard the clothspinner bird’s cry, and I just knew that something good was going to happen. Indeed, by noon, I received your missive, and as soon as I read it, I was overjoyed.”

  “Dear Philip, I am very happy to see you as well. Hillman, quickly go and bring me the stone sculpture, ‘Fierce Lion’. Philip, come, let’s go to the main hall and wait. The sculpture will be here shortly.”

  Hearing these words, Linley felt his heart twinge. “We’re selling off more family belongings?” Linley knew that the ‘Fierce Lion’ sculpture was one that his father deeply liked. But the Baruch clan, which took very few taxes from the town of Wushan, really was in dire economic straits.

  Fortunately, the Baruch clan was an ancient one, and by virtue of its age, had stored many rare and precious items. Unfortunately, even the vastest of hoards could not withstand so many years of auctions and sales. By this point in time, the number of valuable items within the clan was very few. Linley couldn’t help but turn to stare at the grandfather clock. “I wonder how long it will be before even this clock has to be sold off.”

  A middle-aged man with long, golden hair and a nobleman�
��s aura strode into the hall by Hogg’s side. Linley immediately was able to guess that this middle-aged man must be ‘Philip’.

  “Oh, this adorable child must be your son, right Hogg?” Philip smiled very warmly at Linley. “Linley Baruch, right? May I address you as Linley?”

  “It would be my honor, sire.” Linley placed his right hand against his breast and respectfully bowed.

  “What an adorable child.” Philip seemed very pleased.

  By his side, Hogg laughed. “Philip, stop wasting time with the child. Look, the ‘Fierce Lion’ you have desired for so long has arrived.” As he spoke, Hillman easily carried in the large sculpture into the hall, and then easily set it down. It was a nearly thousand-pound stone sculpture, but in Hillman’s hands, it seemed like naught but a toy, clearly showing Hillman’s strength.

  “Mr. Hillman, your strength amazes me. My own manor doesn’t have anyone as fierce as you, Guard Captain, even though I control twelve towns.” Philip smiled as he spoke, but the implicit meaning in his words was quite clear; he wanted to invite Hillman to work for him.

  Hillman said coldly, “The town of Wushan is my home, sire.”

  “Forgive me.” Philip quickly apologized.

  Philip turned to look at Hogg. “Hogg, I must say, although I like this stone sculpture very much, the artisanship of this ‘Fierce Lion’ sculpture cannot be considered to be top tier, much less the masterpieces of those grandmaster sculptors.”

  “Philip, if you don’t wish to buy it, then forget about it.” Hogg was quite succinct.

  Philip’s eyes couldn’t help but narrow, but then he laughed. “Haha… Hogg, don’t be angry. I’m not saying that I don’t wish to buy it. I’m just telling the truth. How about this. I’ll buy this sculpture for five hundred gold coins. What do you think?”

  “Five hundred?” Hogg frowned. This price was much lower than what Hogg had hoped for. He had been hoping for at least eight hundred.