My Descendants Are My Power

Atop the Azure Cloud Martial Pavilion, swords clashed like thunder, their metallic symphony unending, as if a dragon made of silver sword shadows converged, capable of tearing apart any Developing Skill power!

The old woman, still in the early stages of Developing Skill, was riddled with bloody holes. She had just regained her sanity from the madness of her disciple's death, staring blankly ahead, "Sword King, Lucas."

As her words fell, the air was thick with blood and flesh!

In the Azure Cloud Martial Pavilion, the masters who had appeared were all staring in terror at the sword shadows where the blood mist was thickest.

Indeed, the Blackwood generation was strong, dominating the scene just like George did in the past. Some say each generation of Blackwood is stronger than the last.

But only those who survived that bloody massacre know the true terror of the Blackwood elders, especially Sword King Lucas, the premier swordsman of Azure Cloud. He walked the lands of Cloudview County, never hiding his tracks.

The major powers often received reports about Lucas! Alone with his sword, he challenged countless swordsmen, and everyone knew that with each defeat, his sword intent grew visibly stronger!

It wasn't that no one wanted to kill Lucas. Recently, news came that a Competent swordsman from Star Dance County, having heard of the extraordinary Lucas in Cloudview County, came to test his sword. In that duel, a mountain was split into three by their blades.

The Competent master, perhaps unable to accept defeat, pursued Lucas for seven days and nights, yet still Lucas escaped.

The renowned 'The Celestial Star Swordmaster' returned home, swearing to emulate Lucas, to defeat all swordsmen under the heavens before seeking another battle with Lucas!

"Return."

Once again, Lucas's calm voice echoed through the heavens. The sword dragons that had pierced the old woman at the beginning of Developing Skill turned back to their origin, and everyone saw that distant figure!

He was dressed in simple black, still carrying his sword case, exuding the unique aloofness of a swordsman. He had clearly just had a haircut and shaved. Behind him, the sword case opened, and swords of various grades, even mundane weapons, obediently entered the case as if finding their home.

"Great Grandfather!"

Donna and Nicholas's eyes widened. Although they had spent some time with the great grandfather, during that time, they realized he was different from the rumors; others spoke of rumors, but the great grandfather was clearly a quiet, oddly behaved, somewhat kind elder.

But now... This scene was nothing like that of a great grandfather; it was like a living sword immortal!

"Damn, how can great grandfather be so strong? A man should be like this!" Nicholas wiped the sweat from his face, his image of great grandfather jumping between godlike and mundane.

"Amitabha, great grandson greets great grandfather."

Compared to these two, Charles and Christopher were much calmer, bowing to Lucas who was already approaching on his sword.

"Hmm."

Landing in front of his four juniors, the Sky Sword completely sheathed, Lucas nodded slightly. Each time he met his juniors and family, it was after many years, and it was easier with his peers, with plenty to talk about, and even simpler with his third brother, where scolding sufficed. With his father and mother, a simple kneel would do. As for his juniors...

He never quite knew what to say, but he could feel that from the first moment they saw him, they must have been utterly in awe.

Thinking this, Lucas looked around, and only a few challengers remained alive atop the Azure Cloud Martial Pavilion.

Many masters had already come forward respectfully, their smiles strained.

They felt it.

Lucas's sword energy had already locked onto everyone present!

"Greetings, Sword King!"

"Many years ago, I saw the Sword King once, and his grace remains unchanged!"

"..."

Praise filled the air, but Lucas didn't even glance at those around him. He smiled at his four juniors, "Not bad, daring to face Developing Skill with just the Transcendent Seed stage."

Nicholas snapped back to reality, his expression urgent, "Great Grandfather, big brother has been taken away!"

"I know," Lucas replied calmly. "He wasn't taken away; he went to the Prince's Mansion. Let him be."

"So, he was taken to the Prince's Mansion," Donna sighed in relief but then frowned. "Why would the Prince's Mansion take big brother? Didn't we win? Couldn't they just openly declare big brother as the son-in-law of the Prince's Mansion?"

"I don't know." Lucas shook his head nonchalantly, ignoring his juniors. He glanced at the protectors behind the geniuses, and with just one look, those people hurriedly bowed their heads. Lucas remained as calm as an ancient well, "Leave all your valuables here, then take your juniors and leave."

"..."

"???"

As Lucas's words fell, everyone was stunned.

Donna and Nicholas were somewhat used to it; they had been with their great grandfather years ago. He had said that sometimes, when there's no great enmity and one's enemies could never surpass oneself, there was no need to kill them—taking their possessions was enough.

Wait for them to make a mistake again, and more could be taken, creating a cycle of profit. This was called a 'favor accident.'

"Amitabha, Great Grandfather is merciful."

The two monks also smiled, secretly praising the great grandfather as a good man.

Meanwhile, the many Psychics who had been prepared to watch the Blackwood descendants be killed or who wanted to interfere were now showing anger.

Sword King had a great reputation indeed.

But everyone present was a genius who had been cultivating psychic powers for years, and they were experienced in dealing with such situations.

[Special Event, the Fifth Generation Bridal Pursuit has been completed!]

[Congratulations, you have received a Spiritual Tribute value of +20000!]

[Your descendant Lucas has dominated the scene, killing a Developing Skill Psychic and publicly extorting all the scheming Psychics present. They lined up, respectfully handing over resources to Lucas.]

[The family has obtained a large amount of spoils of war!]

[Complete bodies of geniuses X143, fragments of geniuses X32...]

[Top-grade psychic equipment X5]

[High-grade psychic equipment X12]

[Yellow-grade technique 'Iron Beast Subduing' one.]

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"This... we're rich!" Nicholas and Donna's eyes sparkled with gold. Nicholas extended his hand, "Great Grandfather, do you... do you have any instructions for us juniors?"

Seeing Nicholas's fingers hooked, Lucas frowned, "Who taught you to always have your hand out?"

Hearing this, Nicholas and Donna exchanged glances, their expressions awkward. No one had taught them, but they had indeed taught this to their junior, Joseph...

Lucas didn't pay much attention to this and silently put everything into the sword case behind him, not giving them anything. He led the four juniors towards the Azure Cloud Pavilion, "Our family is poor. You're already at the Transcendent Seed stage; you should learn to bring things home, not just ask for them."

"These items will be managed by your Fourth Great Grandmother when we return to the family. You can strive for them based on your own efforts."

The four juniors watched Lucas's back, their faces darkening. They couldn't fathom how their great grandfather could make being stingy sound so profoundly reasonable.

But the words 'when we return to the family' had been heard.

Their faces filled with anticipation; they were about to return home!

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