1015: Chapter 109: Bloodline Blessing (Extra for Alliance Leader 20221022134953283)_2 1015: Chapter 109: Bloodline Blessing (Extra for Alliance Leader 20221022134953283)_2 But while the reasoning was sound, Ian had different plans in mind.
“A decade or so is enough for to reach the Fifth Energy Level.”
When speaking to soone familiar, Ian’s tone was always strikingly bold, especially when he made statents like this with a flat, matter-of-fact tone, utterly devoid of exaggeration, as if it were only natural: “And this is also to ensure that, in the future, Elder, you can better integrate with a new technology I’ve developed… called the Temporary Netherworld.”
Ian shared with Elder Pude the concept of the Temporary Netherworld and his speculations as to why the Retrospection Sect had co to Harrison Port.
This imdiately plunged the elder into deep thought.
“I see, so that’s your plan,” he murmured, nodding slightly.
“You want to reach the Second Energy Level, to temper my soul even further, so that even after my death, I can enter the Temporary Netherworld in spiritual form.”
“Your ambition isn’t rely to rule the material world, but also the spiritual realm—the kingdom of souls after death.
Even in death, I, as your senior whom you trust, will still be working for you, won’t I?”
Saying this, Elder Pude chuckled and reached out to pat Ian’s head—but Ian was now taller, and the elder had to stand on tiptoe to reach.
“Yes,” Ian responded.
Bending slightly, he lowered his head to this elder, letting him ruffle his hair.
“There is much I aim to accomplish, but too few I can trust.
In the future, Elan may help ease my workload dealing with the Supre Spirit Sect’s matters, but there are still many gaps elsewhere.”
“Understood,” the elder replied with a sigh, unreservedly trusting in Ian’s every decision.
“But if it’s true, as you say, that the Retrospection Sect is also searching for the Foreseeing Bifoliate, what should we do?”
“Find it in a straightforward manner,” Ian said casually.
“The Temporary Netherworld technology—I might as well share it with them.
If that’s not workable, I could even pass it off as ‘Supre Spirit Sect’ core technology.
Currently, with the Great Prince’s help, the Supre Spirit Sect has already beco a legitimate religious sect in The Empire.
Even the Retrospection Sect would need to go through the proper channels to negotiate with us.”
“That’s precisely why I needed to secure an official status within The Empire before returning to develop South Ridge.
Without connections in the court, anyone could push you around.
But with ties to the court, no matter who it is—even one of the Four Great Orthodox Churches—they would have to deal with us through proper channels.”
Elder Pude’s bloodline, the ‘Felsic Bear Lizard,’ could reach up to the Third Energy Level at its peak.
In Terra, that was considered ‘mid-tier.’
Most Barons and Viscounts among the minor nobility had bloodlines that capped similarly.
Nobles like Viscount Grant or Baron Leyan, who had strong backing, were exceptions.
As for his bloodline inheritance, Elder Pude only required so earth-series magical beast materials, along with several key components from the Felsic Bear Lizard, to ascend with ease.
These materials weren’t particularly rare.
Ian had already gathered them all.
Even the auxiliary components were of the highest grade, thanks to materials from the Ironwing Dragon flock’s generous bounty, which had transford Xiawei Territory’s modest stock of magical beast materials into an abundant reserve.
The materials were already with the convoy.
A few days later, Ian would personally craft the most suitable Second Energy Level Magic Potion for Elder Pude.
However, the exact timing of the advancent would depend on when Viscount Grant ascended to the Third Energy Level.
So protocols still had to be observed.
Ian and Elder Pude further discussed the family’s developntal plans for the future.
Although such matters couldn’t be concluded in a single conversation, they outlined a preliminary frawork, leaving finer details for the future.
After the elder left, the house was once again left with just Ian and Elan… just as it had been for many years before.
“What’s the matter?
Still not asleep?”
Returning to his room, Ian saw Elan sitting at the bedside, a small lamp lit as he focused intently on a pot of Frostgrass by the window.
Elan had always loved nurturing plants from a young age, claiming to hear their ‘voices.’ Thinking back, this must have been an early sign of his psychic potential.
The young boy turned his head and looked at his elder brother.
Hesitating briefly, Elan finally spoke up: “Brother… lately, you’ve been so tired, haven’t you?”
“Huh?”
Surprised by the comnt, Ian sat down at the edge of the bed, leaning against Elan and ruffling his younger brother’s hair.
“Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
“You’re tired.
Always tired.
You’ve worked so hard, but you were at your most exhausted in Xiawei Territory.”
Elan stated confidently, his violet eyes fixed on Ian.
“But even back here in Harrison Port, your feelings haven’t changed from how they were in Xiawei Territory… There isn’t much of the peace of being ho.”
“Even at ho, you’re discussing heavy topics with Elder Pude…”
“And the rest of the ti, you’re always thinking, worrying about things far off… things I haven’t learned yet.”
Speaking all this in one breath, Elan’s voice turned despondent for a mont before brightening with resolve.
“So I want to help you!”
“Brother, I can feel it—you… you’ve always thought of yourself as alone.
You’ve never thought anyone else could truly understand you.
So even if you’re lonely, you don’t mind.”
“But I’m not like that.
Others might for different reasons not support you, might separate from you, and choose a different path.
But I’ll support you no matter what.
Regardless of the reasons, regardless of the circumstances.”
“Because I’m your brother.
I want to help you.”
Ian silently ran his hand through Elan’s hair.
After a long while, he exhaled softly.
“You little rascal… thinking that far already, are you?”
“I’ve always been thinking about it,” Elan admitted, lowering his head.
Gently, he said, “Brother, you’re one of a kind in this world.
The more I hear the White Mist Bishop and the elders praise for being bright, the more I realize how extraordinary you must be.
“Even if I can’t achieve even a quarter of your success, brother, just the fact that I’m being praised so highly proves that your accomplishnts are unimaginably great.”
“But for soone as extraordinary as you, this world still presents so many problems.
Problems that require effort, thought, and worry to solve.”
“I cannot beco your weakness…”
The boy clenched his fists.
“I want to beco your strength.”
“You may not always support .
Elan, if one day you truly understand my dreams, truly comprehend this world, and still say these words, then that’s real support.”
Ian’s gaze fell on the candle fla flickering on the bedside table.
Calmly, he said, “But I admit… I’m happy to hear it.”
“No!” Elan protested, swinging his fists.
“I will always support you, brother!”
“See, you still don’t understand.” Ian shook his head with a faint smile.
Unconditional support—was this what blood ties amounted to?
Though it was nothing more than the innocent words of a child, it still ward his heart.
“Alright.
Ti for bed now.”
He patted Elan’s back, signaling for his brother to rest.
Obediently, Elan lay down and slipped under the covers.
Ian walked to the window, peering out at the moonlit sea.
The dark heavens remained sparse with stars, even more so than before.
The restless waves surged continuously, and fishing boats bobbed beneath the moonlight, sketching patches of crisscrossing shadows.
A damp, warm breeze from the open sea swept toward the Bison Mountain Range, rustling through the port’s nearby forests, where the rustling of the Forest Sea mingled with the rhythm of the waves, echoing through the tranquil night like a poem or a song.
Everything felt so familiar, just as it had nine years ago, when Ian’s mories first awakened and he seriously began observing this world.
But now, unlike nine years ago, Ian had friends, family, dreams, and aspirations.
More than that, he carried the dreams of many others, both as a burden and a blessing.
For no particular reason, the boy smiled.
“No matter what, I don’t regret coming to this world,” he murmured to himself, his voice calm and resolute, like an unchanging rock carved into eternity.
“And I hope this world won’t regret having .”
“Because I will change it.
I will shape it into what I desire it to be.”
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