"So, what will happ wh I awak my bloodlines?" Sam asked, his curiosity growing.
"You will gain all your racial abilities," Aunt Lor explained, "like the ability to transform into a dragon, as well as your ice powers from your mother's bloodline and fire powers from your father's bloodline."
"So, how can I awak them?" Sam inquired.
"You just need to embark on your cultivation journey; that will do the trick," his mother replied.
"Are you not going to stop ?" Sam asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"No," his mother replied as she suddly pulled her son into a warm embrace. Sam could feel the extraordinary softness against his face. "To be honest, it's becoming increasingly difficult to suppress your bloodlines nowadays, and I don't believe it would be wise to continue doing so."
Releasing Sam from her embrace, she continued, "But we can't do it here. It would cause a commotion and attract the atttion of other hidd cultivators."
"Wait, there are other cultivators on Earth?" Sam asked in surprise.
"Yes," his mother confird. "However, they prefer to keep a low profile, suring that ordinary humans remain oblivious to their existce. You should do the sa." Aunt Lor chid in, joining the conversation and embracing Sam as well, though her hug carried a touch of jealousy toward her older sister.
"Okay, that's ough; you're getting too close," Sam's mother abruptly interved, placing her hands betwe Sam and Hela, much to the annoyance of her younger sister.
Ignoring the restful glare she received from her younger sister, Hela continued, "Anyway, about your bloodlines, they would have automatically awaked wh you turned 6. But since I used those herbs, it was weaked and suppressed. Now, if you want to awak them, you need to start cultivating."
She shifted her gaze toward her younger sister, Lor, before returning her atttion to her son, Sam. "Now that we've cleared up so things, why don't you tell us about the book in your possession?"
Sam took a deep breath and began recounting the evts that had transpired since he left ho, buying burgers and fries for them, and how bullies from his school had attacked him, leaving him beat up. He described how the book had suddly fall from the sky, choosing him as its bearer.
He deliberately omitted the part about his death experice and coming back to life. Instead, he tweaked the story slightly, not wanting them to be angry, knowing how fond they were of him.
Wh it ca to dealing with the school bullies, Sam decided to handle them himself.
He also shared everything he had learned about the mysterious codex with his mom and aunt, th asked them to take a look at the book.
Sam summoned the codex and handed it to his mom, saying, "Here you go, Mom."
However, their excitemt soon turned into disappointmt as they discovered that they couldn't hold the book in their hands. Every ti Sam tried to give it to them, the codex imdiately flew back to him. Not only that, they could see the codex, but they couldn't make out anything writt on its pages.
After so ti, they gave up trying to touch or read the codex. Sam's mom sighed and said, "Sam, it seems like only you can touch and read anything writt on it... I think it's bound to you on a soul level."
"What's this called?" Aunt Lor appeared guinely curious.
Sam responded, "It's right there on the front of the book. It's called the Codex of the Supre Immortals."
Hela: "..."
Lorraine: "..."
They exchanged bewildered glances before turning their atttion to Sam. However, they didn't say anything.
Sam grinned and asked, "What? Am I that good-looking?" He ran a hand through his dark, lustrous hair as if subtly flaunting his features.
Both of them gazed at Sam as if he had sprouted a unicorn horn. But they couldn't really argue because, well, he was undiably very, very handso – not the most handso they had ever se, but Sam was exceptionally good-looking.
"Enough with your narcissistic commts," his Mom scolded him. "And are you absolutely certain that's what's writt there?"
Sam replied confidtly, "Yes, I'm one hundred perct sure. Why? Is there sothing wrong? Do you know what this is?"
"Yes," Aunt Lor confird, her voice filled with gravitas. "The Codex of the Supre Immortals is an ancit relic of unparalleled significance"
"Legds tell of its origins as the inheritance of three Supre Immortal Emperors. Over countless eras, it has passed from one person to another, selectively choosing its bearers. Not everyone deed worthy by the codex can harness its full power; it can vanish from those it deems unfit, seeking a new master."
"They say it possesses a stit consciousness of its own. It transcds re treasure; it is an artifact imbued with the will of these three Supre Immortal Emperors. With its power, it can transform a diocre cultivator into a peerless gius. For ages, the Codex has be the coveted prize of countless individuals, both virtuous and malevolt alike."
"And wh we say 'countless,' we an it," his mom added with a chuckle. "Every cultivator, not only in the Cultivator Realm but also from other realms, would fight to the death to obtain this Codex. Ev your useless piece of shit father is one of them. I can't wait to see the look on his face wh he realizes you have it in your possession."
Sam and his aunt exchanged aningful glances, their expressions heavy with concern. After a shared sigh, his aunt spoke up, her voice hushed, "Anyway, Sam, promise you won't let anyone know that you possess this codex. It could undoubtedly bring a host of problems to our doorstep. Do you understand?"
Sam nodded emphatically. "So, can I begin my cultivation now?"
His mother, her gaze shifting towards her younger sister, replied cautiously, "Tomorrow. But do we ev have the right cultivation materials for him?"
"We should start by determining the type of his spiritual veins," his aunt added.
Sam chid in innoctly, raising his hands, "Oh, I have Ice-Fire Spiritual veins."
Both his mother and aunt stared at him in astonishmt, their expressions clearly conveying their confusion. "How did he ev know?" they wondered in unison.
Sam, not at all surprised by their reaction, responded calmly, "Don't look at like that. Didn't I already mtion that the codex showed everything?"
"Ah, okay," they both sighed in relief, finally understanding.
His mother let out a sigh. "I still can't believe the codex chose you as its new master."
"Yeah, right?" Aunt Lor chid in. "Sam, you're incredibly fortunate to have stumbled upon it."
Sam couldn't help but think, 'Yes, getting killed by my jealous classmates and coming back to life – that's really what I call a lucky counter.' He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his aunt's commt.
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