Longtian took the black pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
The Elixir melted the moment it entered his mouth, transforming into a refreshing Energy that nourished his exhausted body.
His internal injuries began to heal rapidly.
He thought, “Although this Elixir can’t compare to a Human-level Medium Spirit Medicine, it’s not far off.
Grandpa is indeed generous.
I need to find the right moment to bring up the matter of the High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine.”
Longtian had not forgotten about Zhuifeng’s injuries.
He had to treat him as soon as possible; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“In just half a month, you’ve practiced the Seven Luminaries Fiery Fire Fist to the third punch,” the He Family Patriarch said.
“Such talent is simply unfathomable; no one in Flying Horse Village can compare.
The fact that you managed to improve your Cultivation at the same time proves that your Cultivation talent is equally outstanding.
You are truly a favored child of heaven.”
The He Family Patriarch rarely praised the younger generation, but Longtian did not let the compliment go to his head.
He knew very well that his rapid progress had little to do with his own abilities.
It was all thanks to the Mysterious Stele in his Sea of Consciousness.
Without the Stone Stele, he would be absolutely nothing.
“You flatter me, Grandpa.
I just had a bit of good luck,” Longtian replied.
Seeing that Longtian’s expression remained calm despite the praise, the patriarch nodded inwardly.
This grandson was not only highly talented but also knew how to be humble.
“Good, victorious but not arrogant.
However, you still got a little carried away.”
“Are you referring to the ten-day agreement I made with my older brother?”
The patriarch nodded.
“Exactly.
You are still young and don’t understand just how massive the gap is between the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm and the Seventh Layer.
Some people are trapped at the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm for their entire lives without ever breaking through.
Even though you’ve repeatedly created miracles, I’m afraid you’ve overestimated yourself this time.”
Longtian paused.
He only knew that every Third Layer of Cultivation was a hurdle, and going from the Sixth Layer to the Seventh Layer was a major bottleneck.
He hadn’t expected this hurdle to be much larger than he had imagined.
Still, he refused to give up.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa.
I will definitely redouble my efforts and try to create another miracle.”
The patriarch cast a glance at him and sighed, “Never mind.
In the duel ten days from now, I will do my best to keep you alive.”
It seemed that even the patriarch, who had held high expectations for Longtian, no longer favored his chances.
“Grandpa, let’s put that aside for now.
Half a month ago, you said that once I defeated He Chao, you would pay attention to me.”
“Am I not paying close attention to you right now?” the patriarch said, looking at him impassively.
Knowing the old man was dodging the issue, Longtian smiled awkwardly.
“Well, Grandpa, to tell you the truth, I’d like to ask you for a stalk of High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine.”
“A High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine?” The patriarch was startled, completely caught off guard by such an exorbitant demand.
“Do you have any idea how precious a High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine is?”
“I know it’s incredibly valuable, Grandpa, but please listen to my reasons first before you decide.” Longtian then recounted how he had luckily acquired the Soul Control Skill.
“What?
You obtained a Soul Control Secret Skill that can capture beasts up to Tier Three higher than your own Cultivation?” The patriarch lost all his composure.
Having lived for decades, he understood the value of a Secret Skill far better than Longtian.
Even entire towns and villages would fight tooth and nail over a single Secret Skill.
“Yes, Grandpa.
I was lucky enough to learn this Secret Skill.
By a stroke of fate, I managed to capture an Eighth-tier Beast, a Wind Chasing Leopard.
If it weren’t for the Wind Chasing Leopard, I would have died in the Wilderness Forest.
That’s why, no matter what, I have to heal Zhuifeng’s injuries.”
“What?
You even captured an Eighth-tier Beast!” The patriarch stared at Longtian as if he were looking at a monster.
Yet, Longtian had not only captured a beast, but he had snagged a powerful Eighth-tier Beast.
Was this kid even human?
“Yes, Grandpa.
That’s why I’m asking you for a stalk of High-grade Spirit Medicine.
In exchange, I am willing to gift the Soul Control Secret Skill to the family.” Afraid that his grandfather might still refuse, Longtian straightforwardly took out the manual.
“A Secret Skill!” Seeing the manual in Longtian’s hand, the patriarch nearly jumped up in astonishment.
He snatched it up and, without even taking a second glance, immediately stashed the Secret Skill into the Qiankun Bag he carried with him.
Longtian stared longingly at the Qiankun Bag hanging from the patriarch’s waist, practically drooling.
“Longtian, you must never speak of this Secret Skill to anyone, or the He Family will face extermination,” the patriarch said, looking at Longtian with utmost solemnity.
Wealth invites ruin for the innocent; on the Totem Continent, one needed strength to protect anything of true value.
Longtian was stunned.
He hadn’t realized the Secret Skill was worth so much.
No wonder the two brothers in white had turned against each other over it.
“Since you are willing to contribute the Secret Skill to the family, I cannot be stingy.
Wait here for a moment.
I’ll go fetch a High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine for you, and I’ll also give you a few extra things.”
His voice was still echoing in the air, but the patriarch’s figure had already vanished.
The Ninth Level of Mortal Realm was truly powerful.
A dozen breaths later, the patriarch returned holding a white flower.
However, this flower only had a single petal; the rest seemed to have been plucked off.
“This is a High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine, the Four-leaf Flower.
It originally had four petals.
When we fought over it back then, the He Family only managed to secure one petal and the root stalk, while the Sun Family snatched the other three petals.
This single petal should be enough to heal the Wind Chasing Leopard’s injuries.
Keep the remaining root stalk to save your own life in an emergency.
Your Cultivation is still low, so even if you suffer a severe injury, this High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine can heal you in an instant.”
“Grandpa, you are far too generous!” Longtian’s eyes instantly lit up.
He carefully cupped the Four-leaf Flower in his hands as if he were holding his second, or even third, life.
A High-level Human-grade Spiritual Medicine was tremendously useful to him right now!
“This is just one of your gifts,” the patriarch added.
“Huh?
Just one?” Longtian was a little dazed.
In his memory, the patriarch had always been incredibly stingy.
“Look at this.” Like a magic trick, a gray pouch appeared in the patriarch’s hand.
Staring at the palm-sized pouch, a burning gaze erupted from Longtian’s eyes.
“A Qiankun Bag!”
What else could the patriarch be holding but a Qiankun Bag?
“Grandpa, is this…
also for me?”
“Yes, it’s for you.
Hurry up and take it before I change my…
mind.”
Before the patriarch could even finish his sentence, Longtian snatched the Qiankun Bag and immediately tied it around his waist.
“To think that I, Longtian, finally own a Qiankun Bag!
Thank you, Grandpa.”
In the He Family, no more than three people possessed a Qiankun Bag.
Even He Tong, the number one youth in the family, didn’t have one.
In an instant, Longtian felt that giving away the Secret Skill had been completely worth it.
“Alright, I’ve given you the items.
If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to study that Soul Control Skill.
Oh, right, I almost forgot one thing—restoring your surname to He.”
“Restoring my surname?” Longtian froze, an inexplicable sense of disappointment rising in his heart. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Could changing a surname really alter a person’s status?
If he hadn’t been stripped of the ‘He’ surname eight years ago and was still called Hetian, he firmly believed his status would be exactly the same as it was today.
“You are a member of the He Family, after all.
Your older brother also got his surname restored back then.
The next time the opportunity arises, I will announce the news in front of everyone.
I’m leaving now.”
The patriarch’s mind was already elsewhere.
He was itching to study the Soul Control Skill.
If he could master this Secret Skill and capture a Ninth Rank Beast, the He Family’s status in Flying Horse Village would surpass the Sun Family’s.
Once the opportunity arrived, they might even rename Flying Horse Village to He Family Village, turning it into an independent private territory.
Founding a village—what a sacred endeavor.
It was the ultimate goal of all Cultivators.
Moreover, once a village grew powerful, they could apply to become a township, then a full town, and eventually develop into a majestic city ruling over a vast territory.
A city was the very synonym for true power.
However, the patriarch’s ambitions weren’t that lofty.
He didn’t dream of establishing a township or a town; he merely hoped to plant the flag of the Flaming Lion at the entrance of Flying Horse Village.
That alone would be enough.
Seeing the patriarch leave, Longtian, deeply worried about Zhuifeng, also turned and walked out of the courtyard.
He thought, “Zhuifeng, your injuries will be healed soon.
Once that happens, who among the younger generation in Flying Horse Village will be my match?
Even Sun Jili of the Sun Family won’t be able to do anything to me.
Haha.” Longtian was already beginning to fantasize about the badass image of himself riding on Zhuifeng’s back.
By this time, the news of Longtian defeating He Chao had already spread throughout the He Family.
None of the servants dared to boss him around anymore.
Instead, they all respectfully addressed him as “Sixth Young Master.” Although his surname hadn’t been restored yet, everyone understood that it was only a matter of time.
He thought, “The He Family…
restoring my surname?
I really never thought about getting the ‘He’ surname back.” Whenever Longtian thought about the impending name change, a wave of discomfort washed over him, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
Perhaps it was because the family had never offered him any warmth over the years, leaving him entirely indifferent to their name.
He shook his head and thought, “Forget it, I won’t overthink it.
If I really don’t want to change my surname, I’ll just tell Grandpa when the time comes.”
Leaving the He Family estate, Longtian hurried toward the inn.
Before he even got close, a sudden sense of unease gripped him.
He thought, “Why do I suddenly feel so restless?
Could Zhuifeng’s injuries have worsened?” Trusting his Sixth Sense completely, Longtian immediately picked up his pace.
Soon, the inn rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.
He could tell the atmosphere was wrong even before stepping inside.
A sizable crowd had gathered outside the inn, pointing inside and whispering among themselves.
Just as Longtian was about to ask what had happened, he heard the intermittent roars of a beast echoing from within.
His entire body jolted upon hearing it.
It was Zhuifeng!
The roars were filled with sorrow and rage, making it clear that something terrible had occurred.
“Motherfucker!”
With no time to ask questions, Longtian shoved his way through the crowd and sprinted into the inn, making a beeline for Room 1 on the second floor.
The closer he got to the room, the louder Zhuifeng’s roars became, until they eventually began to fade into weak whines.
The beast’s injuries were clearly worsening, and it was losing its strength.
After the grueling battle in the Wilderness Forest, Zhuifeng was completely like a spent Strong Crossbow at the end of its flight.
“Fourth Young Master, I’m begging you, please stop beating it!
If the owner of the room returns, we’ll be in deep trouble!” the Shopkeeper’s desperate voice suddenly rang out from inside the room.