Most of the clan mbers fell to their knees instantly, unable to resist it. Even Zhushen and Zhuwen felt their legs shake, though they managed to remain standing by sheer will.
Only Han Yu stood calmly.
Even so, he could feel the pressure pressing down on him like deep water.
"This is the pressure of a stabilized Nascent Soul," Han Yu thought.
His soul cultivation, which had reached the Soul Adept stage, allowed him to resist it. Without that, he would have been forced to kneel as well.
The Patriarch slowly opened his eyes.
They were clearer than they had been in years.
He looked down at his own hands, flexing his fingers slowly, as if testing a body that felt unfamiliar.
"I... I can feel it," he whispered. "The pain... it is gone."
He took a deep breath. The air filled his lungs easily, without the burning weakness he had grown used to.
"My soul... it feels whole again."
Tears welled up in Zhushen’s eyes.
"Father... you are healed?"
The Patriarch closed his eyes for a mont, then nodded slowly.
"My soul is nded," he said. "But..."
Before he could finish, his body trembled again.
Han Yu’s eyes sharpened.
The cursed pill was not finished yet.
A strange wave of power surged out from the Patriarch’s Dantian, following the invisible link ford earlier by the Mother and Child Bestowal Pills.
That power rushed toward Zhushen.
Zhushen gasped as he felt a foreign force pour into his body. His Qi began to surge wildly, his cultivation base rising rapidly.
"What is happening to ?" Zhushen cried out.
Han Yu watched intently.
"The cursed pill is giving him power," he said. "But that power is not truly his."
Zhushen’s cultivation soared. In just monts, he broke through several minor bottlenecks, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
The Patriarch let out a long breath.
"I can feel my strength leaving ," he said quietly. "Just as the scroll said."
The cursed pill had healed his soul, but it had also bound his future power to another.
From this mont on, much of the Patriarch’s cultivation would flow to his son.
Such was the price.
Han Yu stood silently, watching everything unfold.
This was the true nature of the Soul Blood nding Cursed Pill.
It saved a life.
But it also took a future.
The invisible stream of power continued to flow between father and son.
At first it had been violent, like a river breaking through a dam, but now it beca steadier, more controlled, moving along the strange link ford by the Mother and Child Bestowal Pills. Zhushen’s body trembled as wave after wave of unfamiliar power poured into him.
His aura surged, expanded, then surged again, climbing higher and higher with terrifying speed.
The people in the hall watched in stunned silence.
Zhushen’s cultivation base broke through one bottleneck after another. From the Early stage of the Core Condensation realm, he pushed into the peak. His aura swelled until it pressed against the ceiling of the hall, making even the torches flicker.
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the flow stopped.
Zhushen gasped and staggered slightly, instinctively reaching out as if trying to grasp sothing that had just slipped away.
"It stopped," he said in confusion. "Why did it stop?"
The Patriarch was still sitting cross legged, but he looked no weaker than before. His aura remained that of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator at the Child Soul Stage, steady and deep.
Zhuwen stared back and forth between them. "Father, your cultivation has not fallen much at all. And brother, you are already at the peak of the Core Condensation realm. What is happening?"
Han Yu stepped forward calmly.
"This is normal," he said. "The cursed pill does not transfer everything at once unless it is forced to. What just happened was only the first stage."
Zhushen looked at him urgently. "What do you an, first stage?"
Han Yu explained, "The first transfer only cents the link between you and your father. It gives you an initial portion of his power, enough to stabilize the bond. Even that small portion is already enough to push you to the peak of the Core Condensation realm. This alone shows the difference between a Nascent Soul realm cultivator and a Core Condensation realm cultivator."
He glanced at the Patriarch. "Even a fraction of his power is more than what most people could gain in a lifeti."
Zhushen’s hands trembled. He looked at his father, then at his own fists.
"So... I can take more?" he asked slowly.
Han Yu nodded. "Yes. At any mont, if you truly wish it, you can draw more of his cultivation through the link. The cursed pill has already given you that right."
Silence fell.
The Patriarch turned to his son and looked at him seriously. "Zhushen, do you wish to take more now?"
Zhushen’s eyes imdiately reddened. "Father... no. Not now."
The Patriarch was slightly surprised, though he quickly hid it. "Why not? This power is already yours by right of the pill."
Zhushen clenched his teeth, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Because you are still alive. You still have to live for many more years. You still have to see my children grow. You still have to guide the clan. If I take everything now, what will be left for you?"
The Patriarch stared at him for a long mont, then suddenly laughed. It was a deep, heartfelt laugh that echoed through the hall.
"Good. Very good," he said, his eyes shining. "I knew you would answer like this."
He reached out and placed a hand on Zhushen’s shoulder. "I never raised a greedy son."
Zhuwen, standing nearby, could not hold back his tears either.
Han Yu nodded slightly. "This is the best choice. The longer Zhushen waits, the more power he will receive in the future. Your cultivation is not frozen. You can still grow stronger. And as you grow stronger, the amount that can be transferred later will also increase."
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