[Xu Dezhao: Third Generation of the Xu Family]
[Age: One]
[Spiritual Root: Incomplete Five Elements, no immortal cultivation aptitude]
[Talent: None]
[Bloodline: Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline (Ninth Grade)]
[Realm: None]
(Note: Pseudo Fire Virtue Bloodline, cultivating martial arts yields twice the results with half the effort. Fire-element martial techniques or spells can have their power amplified by ten to twenty percent)
The next day, Xu Chuan summoned Xu Mingwei and informed him that Xu Dezhao possessed the pseudo Fire Virtue bloodline.
"Fire Virtue bloodline?"
Xu Chuan had originally thought Xu Dezhao would inherit Xu Mingwei's strength and eyes but he inherited neither. Instead, he had the Fire Virtue bloodline.
"Even the pseudo Fire Virtue bloodline is ninth grade. I wonder what grade the true Fire Virtue bloodline would be?"
As Xu Chuan pondered, Xu Mingwei looked down and speculated, "Father, do you think it might be the Yang family's bloodline?"
"The Yang family has lasted four hundred years with almost every generation producing grandmaster-level experts, so it's not impossible."
Xu Mingwei was somewhat excited. "It seems we need to quickly search for superior fire-element martial arts for Zhao'er. Otherwise, we'll waste his martial talent."
"You're truly confused from excessive concern." Seeing him plan so far ahead for his child, Xu Chuan said with a smile, "After all, Zhao'er has Yang family blood. I imagine the Yang family won't be too stingy. At worst, we can make an exchange."
"Father is right. I'll go back and ask Ronghua right away."
Xu Mingwei hurried back to his bedchamber.
Xu Chuan then began cultivating the "Innate Five Elements Creation Art."
Seeing Xu Mingwei return in such haste, Yang Ronghua looked up with a surprised expression. "Husband, didn't Father summon you? Why have you returned so quickly?"
"We finished talking."
Xu Mingwei walked to her side and looked at Xu Dezhao in the cradle. Seeing him open his eyes, he made "ge ge ge" sounds to amuse him.
"Husband, he's looking at you."
"Mm, his eyes resemble mine, his nose resembles yours, and his overall features resemble yours. In the future, he'll surely be a handsome young master. I can only say the Yang family bloodline is truly extraordinary."
"Husband jests."
"By the way, wife, what cultivation method does your Yang family practice?"
"There should be several, I think. I'm not entirely clear, but what my father and brother cultivate seems to be called the 'Fire Origin Formula' and 'Innate Fire Virtue Art.'"
"Fire Virtue?" Xu Mingwei's heart trembled. "So it is the Yang family's bloodline after all."
"I just don't know whether other Yang family members have the true Fire Virtue bloodline or the pseudo Fire Virtue bloodline."
"No, most should be inferior to Zhao'er. If everyone had ninth-grade bloodlines, wouldn't everyone be able to become innate, or even grandmasters?"
Just as Xu Mingwei fell into contemplation, Yang Ronghua asked in confusion, "Husband, why do you suddenly ask about my Yang family's martial arts?"
"I think since Zhao'er has Yang family blood, he might be more suited to cultivating Yang family martial arts, so I want to obtain a copy for him."
"Bloodline? I actually heard my brother mention this before. He once said if his bloodline were a bit purer, perhaps he too could step into innate before twenty like some outstanding members of the clan."
"Really? Then does your Yang family have a way to test bloodlines?"
"Yes." Yang Ronghua thought for a moment. "How about this, I'll write a letter to my father telling them about Zhao'er. If possible, I'll have my brother come visit. If Zhao'er's bloodline is rich, then in the future we'll have him cultivate my Yang family's cultivation method."
"Good."
Though Xu Mingwei already knew the secret of Xu Dezhao's bloodline, he couldn't explain how he knew.
Therefore, he kept it in his heart.
…
Three days later, in Yuehu Commandery, at the Yang residence, Yang Shichang received a letter brought by a servant. Upon seeing the signature, he immediately smiled.
"Why is husband so happy?"
Yang Shichang had married the legitimate daughter of the Wen family, Wen Jing, a few months ago.
She was now pregnant.
"My sister has sent a letter." Yang Shichang said with a smile.
"Sister Ronghua? It's a pity we didn't get to see her at our wedding. I heard she has beauty that could shame the moon and flowers."
Yang Shichang just smiled without saying much.
Wen Jing continued, "This wife also heard that originally Sister Ronghua was to marry my second brother. How did she end up marrying into a family from such a small place?"
Upon hearing this, the joy between Yang Shichang's brows diminished somewhat.
Their marriage was an alliance to begin with, so there weren't deep feelings.
And Wen Jing couldn't go three sentences without mentioning her Wen family, which made him somewhat disgusted.
If not for the fact that she was currently six months pregnant, Yang Shichang might have directly rebuked her.
"Your Wen family was ultimately too late. Before the two families' marriage alliance, my sister had already been promised to someone else. The asking of names, divination, and betrothal gifts had all been completed, leaving only selecting the date and the wedding ceremony."
"My Yang family also has face. It's not like we have no one to marry her to. We couldn't possibly break it off."
Wen Jing smiled faintly, stroking her belly. "Husband, don't take it to heart. This wife was just slightly curious and asked casually."
"Mm." Yang Shichang nodded blandly. "You have a weak constitution. Go rest in the room. I'll visit Mother."
With that, he took the letter and went to Lady Yang's room.
Seeing the letter, Lady Yang was also very happy, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
After wiping them, she opened the envelope and began reading, smiling as she said, "Your sister's letter says she's given birth to a son named Xu Dezhao."
"Is it Father's 'Zhao' character?"
"Yes."
"What else did sister say?"
"She says she's very comfortable at the Xu family, that she and her husband are harmonious, and asks how we're doing. She misses us very much."
"I do miss sister." A nostalgic expression appeared on Yang Shichang's face.
Yang Zhao had only one son and one daughter. The two siblings had been very close since childhood.
Suddenly, seeing his mother's expression shift, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the Xu family?"
"No. Hua'er wants you to make a trip to test your nephew's bloodline. If his bloodline is rich, after he turns six, he'll cultivate Yang family martial arts."
"Test the bloodline?" Yang Shichang was also surprised.
Lady Yang thought for a moment. "Wait until tonight when your father returns. First ask his opinion. After all, family martial arts cannot be privately transmitted."
That night, Yang Zhao read the letter. Seeing Xu Dezhao's name, his face was also full of smiles but seeing the request to test the bloodline, he also pondered for a while.
"Hua'er is far away in Qingjiang County. We can't look after her."
"Now that she's made this request, as her father, I naturally must fulfill it. Tomorrow I'll visit the family head. I imagine with my reputation, the family head will also give me a bloodline stone. As for family martial arts, we'll discuss other matters after testing Zhao'er's bloodline."
"If it truly is rich, then naturally he should cultivate our Yang family's inherited martial arts."
Having said this, he turned to look at Yang Shichang. "Chang'er, after I obtain the bloodline stone, you'll make a trip to Qingjiang County."
"Yes, Father."
The next day, Yang Zhao borrowed the bloodline stone.
Yang Shichang settled Wen Jing, and early the third morning, he rode horse to Qingjiang County.
Two days later, he arrived at Dongxi Village.
The guards at the gate, seeing someone approaching on horseback, immediately stepped forward and called out, "Who goes there? This is the Xu family's private residence. Trespassing is not allowed."
"It's Young Master Yang." Another guard who had seen Yang Shichang many times immediately recognized him and quickly said with a smile, "Young Master Yang, please don't blame him. He was just recruited not long ago and hasn't yet met you."
Yang Shichang nodded and dismounted.
Led by another servant, he went to Xu Mingwei's South Mountain Courtyard.