Several days later, within the Wei family estate.
Wei Yi sat alone in the attic.
It had been two days since he left the family's ancestral grounds, and news of his awakening of the silver bloodline had already spread throughout the entire family, reaching even the various factions within Jinling City.
It wasn't that the Wei family wanted to conceal it, but the celestial phenomenon that occurred was so strikingly apparent that the news was impossible to hide. Thus, Wei Tianyang, his father, decided to make the announcement openly, without hesitation, and publicly shared the news.
As a result, Wei Yi's name became the talk of the town, not just within the Wei family but across all of Jinling City.
The name that was once synonymous with "failure" was now transformed into that of a genius warrior, the brightest star among the younger generation.
With the awakening of his silver bloodline, his ascension to the rank of Grand Martial Master was no longer a matter of doubt. His breakthrough to the Martial Spirit realm was surely on the horizon, and even the higher rank of Martial King seemed within his reach. Such prodigious talent made him deserving of the title of a genius powerhouse.
This news had both advantages and disadvantages for Wei Yi.
On the one hand, enemies and rival factions who held grudges against him would now be even more vigilant, and should the opportunity arise, they would undoubtedly strike at him without hesitation—thus, his danger had escalated.
On the other hand, the advantages were equally clear. Those within the family who had once doubted his qualifications to lead and those who opposed his position as heir were silenced in an instant. Even Wei Wu and Wei Hong publicly declared that they no longer aspired to the position of the young master.
Only Wei Yuan, the stubborn one, had not given up on challenging him. If anything, his determination had only grown stronger. After spending three days in seclusion at the ancestral grounds, he was now on the verge of stepping into the Grand Martial Master realm. He vowed that once he broke through, he would seek revenge on Wei Yi.
In truth, Wei Yi paid little attention to these developments.
The benefits were of no interest to him, for his heart was not set on the Wei family. He had no intention of taking the mantle of the family patriarch.
As for the drawbacks, he cared little for them as well. Should anyone dare to harm him, he would have an excuse to retaliate and gain experience—an outcome that was, in his eyes, far from a loss.
Having completed the "Wei Family Heir" task, and with the experience gained during his three days of seclusion, Wei Yi's cultivation had advanced to the eighth rank of Martial Master.
He had not yet used the 10,000 skill experience or the Xuan-grade martial technique he received as a reward.
Xuan-grade martial techniques were extremely rare and valuable, capable of altering the course of a battle if cultivated to perfection.
Wei Yi valued these highly.
However, the martial technique reward wasn't a matter of simple choice; the system provided five options, from which he would randomly select one—relying entirely on luck.
Xuan-grade Low-tier Martial Technique, Primordial Palm.
Xuan-grade Low-tier Martial Technique, Tiger Taming Fist.
Xuan-grade Mid-tier Martial Technique, Thirteen Deadly Swords.
Xuan-grade Mid-tier Martial Technique, Poison Dragon Whip.
Xuan-grade High-tier Martial Technique, Sky Cleaving Palm.
All five martial techniques were Xuan-grade, and aside from Poison Dragon Whip, which he had little interest in, Wei Yi found the others appealing.
His greatest interest lay in Thirteen Deadly Swords and Sky Cleaving Palm.
While Storm Sword Art was decent, it was ultimately a mortal-grade technique with limited potential. Though it was still usable at the Martial Disciple and Martial Master stages, it would become increasingly ineffective as Wei Yi faced stronger opponents.
As for Sky Cleaving Palm, being a high-tier Xuan-grade technique, it was the finest martial art Wei Yi had encountered since coming to this world. It was a perfect replacement for the Cang Ape Fist, and suited him very well.
"Too bad I have to rely on luck to choose," he muttered.
"Let's hope my luck holds this time."
A spinning wheel appeared before him, and with gritted teeth, Wei Yi spun it. The pointer immediately began to spin rapidly.
After several rotations, it slowly began to slow, landing on Poison Dragon Whip. Wei Yi's eyes widened.
Luckily, it wasn't the one he dreaded. Just barely passing the Poison Dragon Whip range, the pointer moved to the next tier—Thirteen Deadly Swords!
Wei Yi let out a sigh of relief.
"Although I didn't get Sky Cleaving Palm, Thirteen Deadly Swords is still a great choice."
Thirteen Deadly Swords, a Xuan-grade Mid-tier martial technique, was simple yet vicious. It consisted of thirteen moves, each representing a different variation, a true killer's sword art.
Wei Yi nodded slightly as he reviewed the technique's description.
Without hesitation, he clicked to learn it.
Ding! "Player Wei Yi has learned the Xuan-grade Mid-tier martial technique Thirteen Deadly Swords. Current level: lv1."
The system panel displayed: Thirteen Deadly Swords (lv1/lv20).
Unlike mortal-grade martial techniques, Xuan-grade martial techniques had a higher level cap, reaching lv20 instead of lv10.
Wei Yi applied all of the 10,000 skill experience points to the technique. It quickly rose to: Thirteen Deadly Swords (lv4/lv20).
The 10,000 experience only increased the technique by four levels, and Wei Yi felt a bit helpless—higher-level techniques were always harder to level up. However, the technique's power had grown exponentially.
A flood of memories related to Thirteen Deadly Swords filled his mind, as if he had practiced the art for years, making it second nature.
Without further hesitation, Wei Yi drew his Qinggang Sword and began to practice.
In an instant, the attic was filled with a whirlwind of sword energy, dense and suffocating, creating a chillingly oppressive atmosphere.
"Hmm?"
Wei Tianyang, who had been walking from afar, immediately recognized the martial technique as soon as he saw it. His sharp eyes quickly discerned its potential.
Intrigued, he couldn't resist. With a swift movement, he shot toward Wei Yi and, with a pointed finger, released a powerful air-shredding force aimed directly at his chest.
Wei Yi, completely absorbed in the Thirteen Deadly Swords, sensed the imminent danger. His eyes flashed with sharp brilliance, and in an instant, his wrist flicked, the Qinggang Sword following his lead, cutting through the air and breaking through the incoming energy blast. The sword continued with unrelenting force, darting toward Wei Tianyang.
Lost in his immersion, Wei Yi showed no mercy in this strike, forcing Wei Tianyang's expression to shift ever so slightly. As he couldn't afford to injure his beloved son, he swiftly retreated.
At the same time, he pushed both palms forward, releasing a gust of energy to not only block Wei Yi's attack but also snap him out of his focus.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Wei Yi came to his senses.
"Heh, who else would it be?" Wei Tianyang chuckled, not angry in the slightest. Instead, he felt a deep sense of pride. Wei Yi had not become complacent with his newfound fame, but continued to practice his swordsmanship—this was the attitude he admired most.
"Where did you learn this sword technique? Its power seems quite formidable."
"It was a stroke of luck," Wei Yi replied with a smile. "As for where it came from... I can't tell you, Father."
"You rascal, hiding things from me? Are you afraid I'll steal your treasures?" Wei Tianyang laughed heartily, shaking his head.
"Did you come here for something, Father?" Wei Yi asked.
"Ah, yes," Wei Tianyang replied. "I just came from your mother. She asked me to tell you to go see her."
"My mother? What does she need?" Wei Yi was puzzled.
"You'll know when you get there." Wei Tianyang paused before adding, "But if it's something you're not interested in, don't worry about it. If your mother asks, just say it was me who told you."
With that, without waiting for Wei Yi's response, he left, hands behind his back.