My Descendants Are My Power

Ethan gritted his teeth as he furiously typed on the keyboard. But as he typed, he hit the delete key.

Amelia, forming a magical gesture, her eyes curved down like crescent moons, looked quite ordinary, yet her smile was stunningly beautiful. reading here on NovelFire _l _e _mpy _r

"Forebearer, let your child be willful just this once."

Ethan knew he probably couldn't persuade her, just like always; she would forget as soon as she turned around. It was as if she was saying, let her be willful this time, and it would be the same next time.

If it were any other descendant, Ethan might think about giving them a good scolding, but when Amelia said it...

Ethan sighed deeply, "Amelia..."

He wanted to murmur something, but the words stuck in his throat, unsure how to express himself. He wanted Amelia to think more about herself, but he knew it would probably fall on deaf ears.

On the screen, Amelia was surrounded by flowers. To others, Amelia might appear as a disheveled, desperate apothecary, entwined in withered vines like a saint of the plants. In Ethan's eyes, Amelia was the child he most wanted to protect.

Time slowly passed.

[Your descendant Amelia...]

[Is consuming her lifespan...]

Two months later.

She wore a thick dress for the first time, covering her body, wearing gloves, and a mask with a theatrical smile. The sealed entrance with vines was opened.

The once dark Psychic Sanctuary could no longer see vines and flowers, like her life, it was withering, and just as vibrant as it once was, yet hidden in the soil, as if it had never contributed to this world.

The Nine-Tiered Azure Pond, from boiling with strange colors, turned into clear water. Three children opened their eyes and saw Amelia sitting on a branch of a dead tree, looking lighter than before.

[Your descendants Edward, Donna, Nicholas, soaked in the Nine-Tiered Azure Pond, simultaneously broke through to the seventh layer of Foundational Energy!]

[Their Psychic Constitution greatly enhanced!]

[In the Nine-Tiered Azure Pond, their bodies continuously destroyed and repaired, their meridians, internal Qi seas, and bones became more robust, gaining the trait: Gift of the Thunderwood.]

[With stronger recovery abilities, combat power increased by 20%, speed of cultivating psychic powers increased by 15%, greatly increased resistance to poisons, and accelerated healing speed.]

"Grandma's potions are amazing, even better than the Emerald Phoenix Peak's celestial pond!"

"My Psychic Constitution has improved, grandma, look, I've broken through to the seventh layer of Foundational Energy, my meridians and internal body are much better than before!"

"Grandma, why are you wearing a mask?"

The three children looked at Amelia on the branch, from pain to relief, their memories still lingering on the first moment they saw Amelia.

But this time, Amelia wasn't as mischievous, swinging her feet or scaring them, she was so quiet it made them feel inexplicably sad, as if they owed grandma everywhere.

After their initial joy, they dared not speak loudly, just quietly staring at grandma.

"It's good that you've broken through."

Amelia, behind the mask, forced a slight laugh, "Go out, kids, your great-grandfather is waiting for you. Tell those two, stop being lovey-dovey in front of me, how old are they, really, not acting their age."

"And Daniel, when he comes back, have your Grandpa Daniel help me manage the power, and by the way, tell the Demon Lord, I'm about to break through."

The children did not dare to delay, "Yes, grandma."

As the children left, Amelia still did not take off the mask. She held the Forebearer Cards, sitting cross-legged.

As if she had never done anything, just like she had once again sealed the entrance to the Psychic Sanctuary, standing in the dark corner, hunching over her recently straightened body.

Like a wounded cat, silently licking its wounds. The Thunderfire Demon Cave did not taint her with demonic nature; she was like the most beautiful flower in the world.

Emerging from the Ninth Rank Celestial Pond, the three youngsters were quite at a loss, especially since the Psychic Sanctuary where their great-grandmother resided had just closed.

They were pondering their whereabouts when a middle-aged man with streaked white hair, dressed in a purple robe, approached them.

His stride carried the authority of someone accustomed to high positions, and his piercing gaze seemed to see right through people.

He smiled warmly, making the youngsters instinctively bow their heads in respect.

"Edward, Donna, Nicholas," the man spoke in a gentle yet somehow commanding voice, "I am your grandfather Daniel."

"Grandfather Daniel?" The youngsters were stunned to learn his identity, then disbelief set in.

They had heard some of the elders in Gratitude Village mention family members, including stories about their grandfather Daniel.

He was once the head of the family, described by the elders as the kindest man.

They also recounted some of his embarrassing moments, with many elders having easily fooled him.

In their imagination, Grandfather Daniel was supposed to be a very kind, approachable man with a twinkle in his eye.

But now, they only felt an overwhelming presence, even though Daniel was trying his best to appear gentle and kind, which made them treat him with great respect.

As Daniel slowly interacted with them, their initial fear gradually subsided.

However, as he led them through the Demon Hunters Alliance and the Thunderfire Demon Cave, their confusion grew.

According to legend, the Psychics of the Demon Hunters Alliance were righteous individuals from all over, fighting on the front lines against the Thunderfire Demon Cave, with many having laid down their lives on this land.

Yet, all the Psychics of the Demon Hunters Alliance respectfully greeted their Grandfather Daniel!

Logically, Daniel should have been something like a squad leader of the Demon Hunters Alliance. When they reached the Thunderfire Demon Cave, they even thought Daniel was going to fight the demonically possessed, which made them nervous.

However, the expected battle scene did not occur. Instead, they saw the Psychics of the Demon Hunters Alliance and the demonically possessed from the Thunderfire Demon Cave come together.

These demonically possessed individuals... also paid their respects to Grandfather Daniel!

After a nod of acknowledgment, both sides performed an incomprehensible act. They separated into two groups and bombarded the rugged battlefield between the Demon Hunters Alliance and the Thunderfire Demon Cave, eventually returning exhausted to their respective sides.

"Grandfather Daniel, what are they doing? Our family..."

Daniel looked up at the dark clouds and smiled, "Years ago, your great-grandmother came to the Thunderfire Demon Cave, where a Terminal Pharmacist appeared."

The youngsters were shocked. They suddenly understood that their playful great-grandmother, who had tried to trick them at their first meeting, was also the most special existence in the Thunderfire Demon Cave, the Terminal Pharmacist.

She represented the medical path among the twelve righteous paths of the Demon Hunters Alliance, saving countless lives on this battlefield. It was rumored that the entire Demon Hunters Alliance would willingly serve her to repay her kindness.

"And what about the Thunderfire Demon Cave?" they asked.

"Your great-grandmother was the first righteous Psychic to truly enter the Thunderfire Demon Cave and also became the saint of the demon cave. She achieved what no other righteous Psychic had managed," Daniel said with a tone of reverence.

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