Ding!
Descendants' Record Activated.
Marriage registered: An Miaoyi (Score: 90).
Reward Granted: +10 years of cultivation, +10 years of alchemy experience, +10 years of lifespan.
A surge of golden light burst into Lin Yi's mind. The Descendants' Record glowed brightly, illuminating his spiritual sea.
The cultivation reward rushed into his body like a divine torrent. His meridians expanded. His blood boiled.
> Is this what becoming a grandmaster feels like? Or... have I already stepped into the realm of immortals?
Across the room, Wang Deyang shrieked in pain. His arms twisted grotesquely, bones shattered, blood spraying like rain.
Lin Yi didn't hesitate.
He stepped forward and slammed a kick into Wang Deyang's chest with explosive force.
Bang!
The old man vomited blood, collapsing in a heap. His aura dimmed, and his body went still — unconscious.
An Miaoyi trembled, her body weak and covered in sweat. Her robes clung tightly to her frame.
Lin Yi turned away with a deep breath, silently chanting, "Form is emptiness... form is emptiness..."
He scooped warm water into a basin and gently washed away the black sludge from her skin — residue from her forcibly suppressed cultivation and the poison she had been tricked into ingesting.
At some point, An Miaoyi's eyelashes fluttered.
Her eyes opened.
And then, the rest... was omitted.
Later historians would write: "The specifics of what followed have been lost to time... but legends say the Lin Clan's founding mother never walked the same again."
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered in through the cracked window. Lin Yi sat hunched beside the bed, his body aching.
"Even with ten years added to my lifespan and the Withered Tree Reviving Spring... my back still hurts..."
He rubbed his sore waist and glanced at the peacefully sleeping An Miaoyi. Her expression was soft, but her brow was lightly furrowed.
She pushed herself too hard... and I let her. I need to take better care of her.
He smiled bitterly — then frowned.
Wait. Why hasn't the Record reacted again? I went at it like seven times...
No new entries? No rewards?
Then a thought hit him.
Does the Record only activate after a child is born? …So I have to wait nine months?
He sighed.
Looks like my road to building a clan won't be as fast as I thought.
As the tension faded, Lin Yi made sure Wang Deyang wouldn't be getting up anytime soon — delivering a heavy punch to his chest to keep him down for good.
Then he turned to An Miaoyi with a serious expression.
"Sister... you promised to become my wife. You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"
An Miaoyi stirred and sat up, her gaze complicated. A bitter smile formed on her lips.
"Lin Yi... even if you've gained incredible strength, you still don't understand the world we live in."
"Wang Deyang was just a pawn. The man behind him — Scorching Sun Sect's Sect Master, Nangong Tian — is a true Martial Dao master. They say he's close to breaking into the path of cultivation itself."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"If he succeeds... he could kill you with a single palm."
"I can't let you get involved. I can't drag you into this mess because of me."
Lin Yi was silent for a moment.
But deep down, he wasn't afraid.
"As long as I survive… the Records of Descendants will make me stronger every time. What do I have to fear?"
His journey had just begun.