The setting sun dips in the west, painting the sky with colorful clouds.
Outside Ignisport, on Mount Cygnia, there's a stone table, and beside it, stone stools, where a young couple nestles close.
The young man is slightly on the thin side, his complexion somewhat pale, with delicate features.
The young woman wears a pure white long dress, her skin like jade, her appearance stunningly beautiful.
The young woman's head rests on the young man's shoulder, bathed in the sunset, appearing as a pair of celestial lovers.
"Yara, I really wish we could stay like this forever!" The young man's face is full of a happy smile as he gently speaks.
"Brother Lucius, of course we can, we've promised to be together for a lifetime."
A joyful smile blooms on the young woman's face.
The young man's name is Marshall Morgan, and the young woman's name is Yara Morgan.
Looking at the smile on Yara's face, Marshall's gaze turns even softer. He holds Yara's fragile, boneless hand and says, "Yara, even though my meridians are blocked and I cannot condense True Qi, as long as I can awaken my bloodline, the Senate of Elders would purchase spiritual medicine to unblock my meridians, then I can cultivate."
"I will definitely become a Martial Arts Strong Person, protecting you for a lifetime."
"Thank you, Brother Lucius."
Moved, Yara asks, "Brother Lucius, did a Pulse Tester really say you've inherited your father's bloodline?"
"Yes, Yara, so in the future, your man will surely be a strong person." Marshall's face shows a confident smile.
Yara smiles slightly, lifting the wine cup on the stone table, which contains the famous Blood Snake Orchid Wine, emitting a faint fragrance.
Yara gives Marshall a swift kiss on the cheek, her face turning red with shyness, and raises the wine cup, saying, "Brother Lucius, come, Yara offers this to you."
Marshall takes the wine cup, saying, "Yara, you invite me to drink a glass of Blood Snake Orchid Wine every day. I'm really grateful to have you by my side."
After speaking, he lifts the wine cup and drinks it all in one go.
The fragrance of the wine swirls on his tongue, filling his heart with sweetness, but the next moment, he feels a bit dizzy.
"Yara, why do I feel a little dizzy? This wine..."
Marshall leans on the stone table, looking at Yara, but at this moment, he finds her expression a bit cold.
"Hahaha, Marshall, Yara has been with you for three years, merely to nourish the meridians. Now the time has come, contribute your bloodline!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man appears from the side, Yara's father.
Rumbling!
Like a bolt from the blue, it explodes in Marshall's mind.
"Yara!"
Marshall looks at Yara in disbelief, but Yara's eyes are full of coldness.
"Why? I love you so much!"
Yara's cold eyes are like daggers stabbing into Marshall's heart. He roars, lunging toward Yara.
But Yara just slightly steps back, and he falls to the ground.
"Kaelen Thorne of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect started cultivating at six, broke through two Divine Veins in half a year, entered the Warrior Realm, reached the Martial Master Realm at nine, and now at sixteen, he's one of the four great talents of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect. And you, weak and sickly, with blocked meridians, to put it bluntly, you are just a waste. Even if you awaken your bloodline, you're still a waste. Can you compare to Kaelen Thorne?"
"Such a genius is a perfect match for me, Yara. To form a union with him, I must awaken a strong bloodline. Since you love me so much, why not fulfill me, and use your bloodline to help me awaken a stronger one?"
The cold voice comes from Yara's mouth.
Bam!
At this moment, the middle-aged man stomps his foot on Marshall's back, holding a dagger in his hand, shouting, "Marshall, offer your bloodline!"
Ah!
An excruciating pain floods Marshall from his spine, as he cries out in loneliness, helplessness, and despair.
Gradually, Marshall falls into an endless darkness.
"Yara, I treated you as my beloved, why do you harm me!"
Marshall shouts, suddenly sitting up from the bed, causing the bed made of nanmu wood to creak.
Marshall is drenched in sweat; it turns out it was a dream.
No, it wasn't a dream; how could it be just a dream? It was the reality that happened three days ago.
Marshall Morgan, the heir of the Main Branch of the Morgan Family in Ignisport, his father is the Head of the Morgan Family. And Yara, the daughter of the Great Elder of the first branch of the Morgan Family.
The two are from the same clan but different branches, grew up together, childhood friends, inseparable, even privately making vows to a lifetime commitment.
Marshall never imagined that Yara would join with the Great Elder to attack him, to steal his bloodline.
"Strength, it's all because of my lack of strength. If my talent were exceptional, my strength powerful, how could they dare to treat me like this?"
Marshall clenches his fists tightly, his body trembling, his eyes full of blood.
Waste!
This is the term Yara used for him; Yara's words from three days ago still echo in his ears.
Squeak!
At this time, the door is pushed open, and a frail woman walks in, looking at Marshall on the bed with concern, asking, "Marshall, did you have a nightmare again?"
This beautiful woman is Marshall's mother, Penny Lawson.
Three days ago, it was Penny who, worried about Marshall's safety, went out to find him and saved him; otherwise, Marshall would have died.
Since the news spread six years ago that Marshall's father was killed during his travels, he has been relying on Penny for survival.
Marshall looked at Penny Lawson, his gaze softening, and said, "Mom, it's okay, it's just a dream."
Looking at Marshall's pale complexion, Penny sat at the edge of his bed, touched his forehead, and said with agony, "It's been three days; you keep shouting that Yara did this to you. Marshall, what's going on? Is your injury really because of Yara..."
Marshall replied, "Mom, it's nothing, you misheard."
Marshall didn't tell Penny that it was Yara and the Great Elder's doing, since Penny didn't practice Martial Arts, telling her would only bring her harm.
Penny hesitated for a moment and said, "Marshall, in the presence of others, you can't just call Yara by her name anymore. Two days ago, Yara awakened her Level 5 Bloodline and even unlocked a Divine-level Meridian. She now has the recognition of the Senate of Elders. At the family assembly in two months, she will take charge of the Morgan Family, becoming the Head of the Morgan Family, calling the Family Head by name might be seen as disrespect."
"What? Yara wants to take charge of the Morgan Family? She can forget it."
Marshall let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth seemed to crack, even bleeding.
Six years ago, after rumors spread that Marshall's father was killed, the Morgan Family had been managed by the Senate of Elders, without establishing a new Family Head.
Seeing Marshall like this, Penny was terrified and overwhelmed, she just held Marshall's head, tears endlessly streaming down, saying, "Marshall, don't scare Mom, Mom has already lost your dad, she can't lose you too."
"Dad... where are you? Marshall believes you're not dead, but now, Marshall is powerless, unable even to keep the position of Family Head."
Marshall tightly clutched a pendant around his neck, his nails piercing into his flesh from the force, blood continuously seeping out.
The pendant, made of bronze and the size of a bean, was sent from outside by someone entrusted by Marshall's father before the incident. For six years, Marshall had kept it with him.
The blood from his hand seeped out, flowing over the bronze pendant.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the bronze pendant lightly trembled and became scorching hot.
Before Marshall could react, the bronze pendant trembled, transforming into tiny particles, drilling into the palm of his hand and vanishing.
Then, Marshall felt a searing energy from his palm, coursing up his arm, and after a while, settling in the acupoint at the center of his eyebrows.
"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"
Suddenly, a loud roar resounded in Marshall's mind, making his brain buzz.
"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"
"Nine Dragons Undying, Bloodline Rebirth!"
...
The continuous roars echoed in Marshall's mind, followed by a scorching sensation from between his eyebrows, rushing towards his spine.
In the next moment, the roar disappeared, but there was a tingling itch from the spine, making his whole body feel extremely hot.
"What's happening?"
Marshall was completely at a loss.
At this moment, the itch from his spine intensified, as if something was slowly growing.
"Marshall, what's wrong? Don't scare Mom."
Feeling the anomalies in Marshall's body, Penny was increasingly frightened, a bit helpless.
"Bloodline Rebirth? Could I actually undergo Bloodline Rebirth?" Marshall wondered.
According to ancient books, very few people, after their bloodline is stripped or damaged for other reasons, can undergo Bloodline Rebirth and regrow a bloodline.
But the reborn bloodline often has a low level and offers little use.
However, there are a handful who can rise from destruction, rejuvenate, and awaken the strongest bloodline.
But the chances are negligible, with only a few recorded examples in ancient texts.
Transcending the past and awakening the strongest bloodline, Marshall didn't give it much thought; the chance was too slim. He'd be thrilled just to awaken a bloodline.
With a bloodline, he could cultivate Martial Arts and change his fate.
As the anomalies gradually dissipated, Marshall's face broke into a smile, "Mom, I'm alright!"
"What are you doing? This is the main mansion, you can't force your way in."
Suddenly, a woman's irritated shout came from outside, which Marshall recognized as the voice of Penny's maid Autumn Adler.
Smack!
"Get lost!"
A cold shout echoed, accompanied by the sound of a slap, followed by a sullen-looking young man entering.
"Madam, Young Master!" A sixteen-year-old girl followed him in, her face swollen with a slap mark, it was Autumn Adler.
"Curtis Morgan, is it you? What do you want?"
Marshall rose with a cold shout.
The newcomer, named Curtis Morgan, is Yara's elder brother, three years older than Yara, and sixteen years old this year.
Curtis saw Marshall, surprise flashing in his eyes, seemingly amazed that Marshall was still alive, then he sneered coldly, "Marshall, you're just in time; my sister Yara will take charge of the Morgan Family, move into the main mansion, so you no longer have the right to stay here. Move out at once."
Penny's face turned pale; although she knew this day would come, she didn't expect it so soon.
Penny smiled tragically, "Curtis, Marshall is injured. We'll move out as soon as he's better in a couple of days."
"In a couple of days? You're moving today. You think I don't know you want to stay here?"
Curtis sneered coldly.
"Today? But Marshall is injured, and it's already late. Let him rest for a night and move tomorrow!"
Penny pleaded.
"Rest? He's a waste who can't even awaken his bloodline, with blocked meridians. What's the point in resting? Better off dead. Anyway, you're moving today."