"Yi'er, you've finally returned,"
Upon entering the house, a graceful woman with tears in her eyes embraced Wei Yi tightly.
This woman was none other than Wei Yi's mother, Shen Qiulan.
"Mother."
Now that Wei Yi was no longer a mere child, being held so tightly left him somewhat embarrassed.
Wei Tianyang, standing behind them, smiled warmly, clearly enjoying the sight of his son's discomfort.
"You have no idea, today your son truly made a name for himself,"
He began, recounting how Wei Yi had single-handedly taken on Wei Wu and the other two in the arena.
Wei Tianyang was an eloquent speaker, painting the scene vividly.
Shen Qiulan listened, her shock palpable.
She gaped at Wei Yi, her voice filled with disbelief, "Yi'er, is what your father said true? Have you really overcome your congenital flaw?"
No mother could fail to wish for her child's success, and Shen Qiulan was no different.
Previously, with Wei Yi's inability to cultivate, she could only offer him comfort, not daring to have any expectations. But now, seeing him excel so spectacularly, she was overjoyed beyond measure.
"By the way, Yi'er, how did you manage to solve the issue with your bloodline?"
Wei Tianyang also couldn't help but ask.
"Actually, I was never born with a flawed bloodline," Wei Yi had already prepared his answer for this, "It was simply a misdiagnosis. Later, when I persisted in my training, my meridians were indeed blocked at first, which slowed my cultivation for a long time. But as time went on, the process became smoother, and my progress accelerated."
"I see."
"That True Martial Academy nearly made a mistake with my son, I must go and demand an explanation!"
Both Wei Tianyang and Shen Qiulan believed Wei Yi's words without hesitation, not a doubt in their minds.
"Well, it's not entirely the academy's fault. The person who tested me back then didn't do it with much care. But now that the issue is resolved, there's no need to stir up further trouble," Wei Yi said with a smile, trying to calm their concerns.
"Yi'er, your heart is so pure," Shen Qiulan praised.
Wei Yi couldn't help but feel awkward.
He was no saint.
...
After dinner, Wei Yi was led to the study by his father.
"For the past two years, we thought you were born with a flawed bloodline and could not cultivate, so the resources allocated to you were halted. The family does not support useless heirs, as this has always been the rule. At that time, I couldn't say much. You know the situation, and the family matters are not something I can decide alone," Wei Tianyang explained.
"But now that you've proven your potential and retained the position of young master, the privileges you once had will soon be reinstated."
"From now on, with the full support of the family, if you need anything, just speak up. Whatever others have, you shall have, and what they do not, you may claim as well."
Wei Yi nodded.
He knew there was no need to worry; his father would make sure everything was taken care of.
"However, there is another matter—the family's ancestral grounds."
"The family's ancestral grounds?"
Wei Yi furrowed his brow slightly.
"I heard that you've awakened your bloodline power, is that true?" Wei Tianyang asked.
"Yes," Wei Yi confirmed with a nod.
"Then show me how you activate your bloodline power," his father instructed.
Without hesitation, Wei Yi activated his awakened bloodline.
A surge of mysterious energy instantly flowed through his body, powerful and ancient, causing the air in the room to swirl with its force.
Wei Tianyang's gaze sharpened slightly, a trace of unhidden pride flickering in his eyes.
Before Wei Yi's bloodline power could fully manifest, Wei Tianyang placed a hand on his son's shoulder, effortlessly suppressing the power back within.
Wei Yi's eyes widened in shock.
He could feel a familiar aura emanating from his father.
"Indeed, I too awakened my bloodline power," Wei Tianyang said, answering the unspoken question before Wei Yi could ask.
"Your bloodline power is still weak, so I can easily suppress it."
"Then how can I strengthen my bloodline power?" Wei Yi couldn't help but ask.
"Do you know what the greatest use of bloodline power is?" Wei Tianyang asked in return.
Wei Yi shook his head.
Though he had an inkling.
"The greatest use of bloodline power is to awaken the martial soul. All martial artists awaken their martial soul once they reach the Martial Spirit realm. However, most martial artists awaken ordinary martial souls. Only bloodline cultivators have the potential to awaken special martial souls. The purer and stronger the bloodline, the higher the probability of awakening a special martial soul."
"And the family's ancestral grounds are a place where you can enhance your bloodline power."
"Can I enter now?"
Wei Yi's excitement was palpable at this revelation.
"Heh, prepare yourself. Tomorrow, you'll enter with twenty other young disciples chosen by the family. Originally, there wasn't a slot for you, but after today's performance, I'm sure no one will dare to object," Wei Tianyang declared with a wave of his hand, exuding an air of authority.
From his tone, it was clear that even if there were objections, they would be swiftly quelled.
This was undoubtedly the advantage of having a powerful father.
...
The next morning, under the leadership of Wei Tianyang and the three elders,
Wei Yi and the others arrived at the family's ancestral grounds.
The ancestral grounds were one of the Wei family's most valuable assets, located deep beneath the family's main residence. Not only was it filled with abundant spiritual energy, but it was also the resting place of generations of Wei ancestors. The very air was infused with pure, sacred soul energy, making it an unrivaled cultivation site. For an ordinary martial artist, it was a celestial domain for cultivation, offering innumerable benefits.
Of course, the actual benefits one could gain depended on personal talent.
Some might enter and gain nothing.
Others could rise to unimaginable heights.
"This time, we have three days in the ancestral grounds."
"Out of the thousands of clan members, only twenty-one of you are allowed to enter. I hope you make the most of this precious opportunity," the eldest elder said, scanning the group of young disciples before settling his gaze on Wei Yi.
He had lived for decades, but now, looking at Wei Yi—the child he had watched grow up—he felt he could no longer understand him.
"Enough talk. Enter now."
Wei Tianyang waved his hand dismissively.
Without hesitation, the twenty-one disciples, including Wei Yi, moved toward the entrance. In a moment, they vanished into the dark abyss.
With a loud boom, the entrance closed behind them.
"I wonder what benefits they'll gain this time?" someone chuckled.
"If anyone can inherit the ancestors' legacy, that would be the best," the second elder remarked with a smile.
"Inheriting the ancestor's legacy seems unlikely. Three days isn't enough for these youngsters to make much progress," the eldest elder said, shaking his head.
"That Wei Yuan has already reached the tenth tier. Even if he doesn't break through to grandmaster, stepping half a step closer isn't a problem. After a year or so of training, he should become a grandmaster," the third elder added with enthusiasm.
"What about Wei Yi?"
Turning to look at Wei Tianyang, the third elder couldn't help but ask, still preoccupied with Wei Yi having defeated Wei Yuan in the arena.
"Wei Yi is only a seventh-tier martial artist, no need to rush," Wei Tianyang waved his hand dismissively, his expression seemingly unconcerned.