The sudden notification left Shen Yuan slightly surprised.
His consciousness submerged into the sea of consciousness, and only then did he notice two lines of text appearing on the White Jade Turtle Shell, which previously only displayed hexagrams.
[Ninth Grade Clan]: Current family members have a 10% chance to undergo bloodline refinement, transforming their bloodline to Ninth Grade. Newly born members have a 20% chance to directly acquire a Ninth Grade bloodline. As the Patriarch, you can directly obtain a Ninth Grade bloodline.
[Ninth Grade Bloodline]: Allows better affinity with the Power of Heaven and Earth, enhancing comprehension and physical strength.
Seeing this scene, Shen Yuan’s inner excitement was beyond words.
Before he could calm his emotions, a mysterious power began to overflow from within, flooding into all his limbs and bones.
This power was extremely gentle, and while circulating throughout his body, it was gradually changing it.
Shen Yuan closed his eyes, feeling his flesh and blood slowly transform, while vaguely sensing an unfamiliar energy in the surrounding air drifting around.
"Ah Die, what’s wrong?"
A small hand tugged at his sleeve.
Shen Yuan snapped back to reality and, suppressing his inner joy, looked at Shen Wenyan: "Ah Nu, do you feel any change in your body?"
The system showed that current family members have a 10% chance of experiencing a bloodline transformation.
Counting himself, his family now only had five people, and he was eager to confirm if his youngest son’s bloodline had changed.
Shen Wenyan looked at him strangely.
"Ah Die, I just feel a bit hungry..."
Hearing his answer, Shen Yuan was a bit disappointed.
Clearly, the 10% good fortune had not befallen Ah Nu.
"Is husband sick?"
Seeing her husband’s odd words, Hu Yufen asked with concern.
She knew that after today’s danger, Shen Yuan’s mood was definitely fluctuating, and such emotional ups and downs could easily make one ill.
Shen Yuan smiled and shook his head.
He felt very well now.
"I’ll go to Brother Shuan’s house to borrow an old hen to cook some chicken soup for you to restore your strength."
"Ah Die, I want chicken soup noodles!" The little guy became excited upon hearing they would have chicken tonight.
"Alright, we’ll have chicken soup noodles then!"
Shen Yuan ruffled his hair and said, "Take good care of your mother."
...
Meanwhile, at the Martial Arts Hall in Yunshui Town, the day’s training had ended. The other disciples went home or rested, but a figure persisted in the martial arts arena in the courtyard.
This person was Shen Wenxing.
As of today, Shen Wenxing had been learning martial arts at the Martial Arts Hall for almost a year.
Over the past year, his body had visibly grown taller and more robust.
The last time he met Su Chang in town and was warned by him, Shen Wenxing heeded his father’s advice and did not deliberately distance himself from Huang Lingxiu.
The result of this was naturally Su Chang’s targeting.
Every time the disciples sparred with each other, Su Chang, being a senior apprentice, always chose Shen Wenxing as his opponent.
Su Chang came from a prominent family and had money. Through his uncle’s connections, he often managed to obtain the Hundred-Year Blood Toad’s Exuvia and other precious herbs to brew and strengthen his body.
Therefore, despite his usual frivolity, with the support of numerous precious herbs, he had reached the level of a High Tier Martial Artist over the years, about to break through to the Postnatal Martial Artist realm.
In battles against him, Shen Wenxing would always end up with bruises and swelling.
Despite his young age, Su Chang was quite malicious.
He attacked with precision, only causing Shen Wenxing minor injuries without damaging his bones.
This made it difficult for the instructors at the Martial Arts Hall to say anything.
It could be said that Shen Wenxing’s life had not been easy for the past half year.
But he remembered his father’s words and continued to work hard in secret.
In the martial arts arena, after finishing his posture exercise, Shen Wenxing began practicing his boxing with the Wooden Man Target.
Starting stance, punching, swinging arm and turning punch, raising leg to block, right hook followed by left straight punch...
At his young age, he already displayed tiger-like strength when practicing the "Mountain Shaking Fist," making the Wooden Man Target resound with thuds.
In the distant room, Huang Qingzhou stood quietly by the window, watching with a satisfied expression.
"Father, you need to deal with Su Chang. He bullies Junior Brother Shi Tou every day."
A girl in a pale yellow vest and a light pink martial outfit with a beautiful face spoke.
"After all, there’s a verbal engagement. When you come of age, you might have to marry into the Su Family." Huang Qingzhou turned slightly, speaking seriously: "Your uncle is about to be transferred to the position of County Captain of Anyang County, and he will inevitably be in contact with the Su Family."
The County Magistrate governs, the County Captain commands troops.
Although nominally on the same level, the County Magistrate had greater authority.
If, without considering external factors, he had to choose between Shen Wenxing and Su Chang, Huang Qingzhou would not choose Su Chang.
But the fact remained that Su Chang’s good family background was of great use to the Huang Family.
"Whoever wants to marry him can, but I won’t!"
Upon hearing her father’s words, Huang Lingxiu was instantly displeased.
With Su Chang’s family background, he could have found a better Martial Arts Hall in Anyang County to learn martial arts. The reason he came to their Martial Arts Hall was to get closer to Huang Lingxiu.
But she really disliked Su Chang’s type and looked down on him from the bottom of her heart.
Among the hundreds of senior brothers and junior brothers in the Martial Arts Hall, she disliked Su Chang the most.
"You can’t be willful!"
Huang Qingzhou reprimanded, ready to speak further, but suddenly noticed something unusual with Shen Wenxing in the martial arts arena.
At this moment, Shen Wenxing, who was practicing boxing, suddenly felt a mysterious power surge from within him.
This power, once emerged, quickly spread to all his limbs and bones.
He could clearly feel his strength increasing significantly, and the fatigue from stance practice and boxing instantly vanished.
An unprecedented sense of exhilaration surged, giving Shen Wenxing an instant impulse to release!
With a flash of his figure, he dodged the rotating Wooden Man Target and, with his right hand prepared, delivered a powerful straight punch to the target’s head!
Crack!
A sharp cracking sound erupted, and the Wooden Man Target leaned noticeably.
Seeing the fractured base of the Wooden Man Target, Shen Wenxing looked at his fist in shock, unable to believe that his punch had such power.
It’s important to know that these Wooden Man Targets were made of extremely hard sandalwood, wrapped in hemp rope. During daily training, none of the senior brothers and junior brothers could damage it.
Could it be that this Wooden Man Target, after long use, had a rotten base?
Shen Wenxing, doubtful, squatted down to check, but suddenly sensed someone approaching.
He quickly stood up, seeing it was Huang Qingzhou and Huang Lingxiu.
"Uncle, Senior Sister."
Huang Qingzhou nodded slightly, glancing at the Wooden Man Target.
Shen Wenxing scratched his head awkwardly: "Uncle, I... I didn’t mean it."
Although he couldn’t confirm if it was due to wood decay, the fact that he broke the Wooden Man Target was undeniable, and he didn’t intend to make excuses.
"No matter." Huang Qingzhou smiled faintly, then bent down to look at the base of the Wooden Man Target.
The robust wood showed a new crack. Although the surface of the surrounding wood was somewhat decayed, the interior was intact, leaving him somewhat amazed.
Such thick sandalwood—trying to break it with one punch would be difficult even for a Martial Artist newly entering the Postnatal realm.
Although Shen Wenxing’s punch didn’t completely break the target, it was already terrifying.
"Shi Tou, did you sense Qi Blood Power?" Huang Qingzhou asked.
Shen Wenxing hesitated for a moment and slightly shook his head.
He had felt an inexplicable power surging from within earlier, but he knew it wasn’t Qi Blood Power.
Seeing this, Huang Qingzhou was somewhat puzzled.
He had thought Shen Wenxing had broken through to the Postnatal Martial Artist realm on the spot, unleashing a fearsome power.
"Come, attack with all your might, let uncle see your limits."
Huang Qingzhou stepped back two paces and set his stance.
He wanted to see just how powerful Shen Wenxing had become now.