[Ding!]
[Pure blood detected! Genealogy in jeopardy!]
[Warning: The host has engaged in relations with a blood relative. The strength of the bloodline is at risk of stagnation. The system strongly advises the host to seek partners with diverse genetic markers to ensure the optimization of future offspring.]
Tianmo's expression remained placid, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes. He swiped the notification away with a wave of his hand, dismissing the glowing blue box as one would swat a buzzing fly.
"System," he communicated silently, his voice a cold current in the stream of consciousness. "Your logic is flawed. In the cultivation of beasts, inbreeding strengthens the bloodline, concentrating the essence. Why should the Dao of the human be different? Furthermore, my Immortal-Grade Formless Spirit Root and the purification of the True Devil Heart negate any such defects. Do not lecture on biology when you deal in the laws of the heavens."
The system went silent, offering no retort.
[Host, that is the feature and warning panel of the Family blessing system. That system function works based on family Genealogy. Inbreeding will cause the roots to get ssed up—my grandfather is my son—kind of situation. The system is designed to prevent the family tree from becoming a loop and an intertwined ss. At best, it can only handle up to cousin marriages. Beyond that, the system will issue a warning. The host can simply ignore the warning.]
Heeding the ssage, Young Master Wang scoffed in his heart. What a useless system function. Yet, unaffected by the obstacle of an utterly aningless warning, he focused on what to do next.
Well...
The concept of veins is also profound. The cultivation world doesn't see blood vessels as veins and arteries but as Yin vein and Yang vein, so the Supre Ice vein involves the entire blood vessels.
She possesses the Ice Maiden body physique, as such, giving her the Supre Ice vein would be like adding wings to a tiger, simply fortuitous.
But on the second thought, he only retains one of the natural essences one, so, it's better to keep it for himself even though, he will potentially get a rebate.
Perhaps, Supre Bones shall do the work. Obviously, one might think why does he only think of Ling'er, out of many won? It's simple, she is the only one he can trust and won't easily betray him despite the hard situation while, others are simply riding the easy sailing boat.
With a flick of his hands, he summoned three Supre Dao essence and Spirit eye essence, the items floating in the air like stars descending from the night sky, glowing with profound shine.
"Sister... You should absorb it," Tianmo said, his voice calm, like a still lake reflecting the moonlight. The shimring Dao essence moved from his hands towards her.
"These are Three Supre Dao Bones, and, Spirit Eye... It will aid in your cultivation and Battle power."
Ling'er's eyes widened, the glazed look of post-coital bliss evaporating instantly, replaced by a sharp, piercing clarity. She stared at the floating orbs, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Brother... these are... these are supre treasures," she muttered, her voice trembling. "Are you... are you sure? Giving such things to ... what if I waste them?"
"A sword is not wasted if it cuts. A bone is not wasted if it supports... Just absorb them."
Ling'er bit her lower lip, her eyes watering with unshed tears of gratitude and a fierce, burning determination. She did not ask again. She knew better than to refuse a gift from her brother.
She sat up, crossing her legs in the lotus position, ignoring the sticky warmth between her thighs and the ache in her body. She closed her eyes and reached out with her mind, grasping the three Supre Dao Bones.
Absorb!
The mont the essence touched her skin, it was as if three teors had crashed into her body.
Crack! Snap! Pop!
The sound of bones breaking and reforming echoed through the silent room, a grueso yet symphony of rebirth. Her face contorted in pain, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her knees, but she did not make a sound. She was a daughter of the Wang Family and her brother's sister; pain was rely the currency of power.
Her spine straightened, a faint, golden light glowing beneath her skin, the essence moved through her body.
"Refine the one within the main hand, one within the Spine, and one at the bones protecting dantian..." Young Master guided, for cultivators Dantian is more precious than the head. So, three bones—the Main hand for battle, one in the spine for foundation, and one protecting the dantian for core stability, is the best choice.
A good offense is the best defense, with that philosophy, refining all three Dao bones within hands and legs is also a good choice, but for now, let's stick to the balanced approach. One can't simply grasp all the stars with one hand.
She did as she was told, guiding the molten streams of golden light with the precision of a master calligrapher. One stream coiled around her right hand, sinking into the marrow; another slithered up her spine, fusing with the vertebrae; the third settled in the lower abdon, a protective cage of bone around her dantian.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sounds of restructuring ceased, replaced by a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the room, enveloping her body in a golden light, with a powerful aura of the Supre.
She exhaled a breath of white mist, her skin shedding a layer of dead gray cells like a snake shedding skin... Beneath lay flesh that glowed with a faint, pearlescent sheen, far from mundane dust and soil.
Seldom mundane, embrace Supre... Her eyesight changed completely with Spirit Eye and her Dao foundation began to hum violently... The Profound Dao rhythm began to absorb the Qi rapidly.
Swish!
A vortex of frost spiraled around her, not the gentle snow of winter, but the biting frost, and before the very eyes she made a breakthrough.
First stage Soul Wandering Realm.
With the Heaven-Grade spirit root, Ice Maiden body physique, and now equipped with three Supre bones and spirit eyes... She can be said to be a once-in-a-generation genius.
Yet, she is still far from the top... The world is vast, and the geniuses are like the sand in the Ganges.
"Brother... You are the best," she said, circulating her Qi to stabilize her realm. Her voice was soft, but it carried a weight of absolute devotion.
Tianmo rely nodded without much facial change. "Rest now. The marrow has settled, but the spirit must catch up..."
He montarily forgot to hand the sect disciple token to her, nevertheless, it seldom matters, given that, he can't receive a rebate on it. He can simply hand it to her so other day. The only reason to amass a huge disciple is to farm the Dao talents, not to actually build a sect.
Of course, if there are so good seeds, it's only natural to nourish them. If not, they are but numbers in the grand sche whose existence is aningless.
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