My Descendants Are My Power

With a long sigh, something flew towards him from afar. Dennis caught the paper crane, and a white light flowed into his brain. He squinted his eyes, hesitating. The paper crane turned to ash in his hand. He then took a deep breath, seemingly making up his mind, before flying towards the great hall of Blackwood.

Inside the great hall, he saw Mr. Nathan and his wife, Luna. Although Daniel is the head of the Blackwood family, Dennis knew clearly that Nathan might not be as cunning as Daniel, nor as ambitious, but Nathan was truly the rock of Blackwood.

Even now... his technique of reading energies could no longer discern Nathan's details, a mummy completely obscured his vision.

"Mr. Nathan, Sister Luna," Dennis took a deep breath, then sighed deeply. At this moment, he no longer hesitated. He took out an Energy Stone and threw some memories towards Nathan, with a bitter smile, "Mr. Nathan, let's forget about this matter."

Mr. and Mrs. Nathan quietly took the Energy Stone, then shook their heads at Dennis, waiting in silence. Dennis no longer persuaded them and quietly sat down, calling a maid to pour him some tea.

He knew that from the moment he shared everything he knew with Blackwood, he was in the same boat as Blackwood.

He had always been cautious and used schemes throughout his life.

But this time, he wanted to gamble.

He couldn't see the future, but he believed in everything he saw in Blackwood.

He believed that Blackwood would fight for the spirit of a demon king and believed in the eagles flying out of Blackwood's gates.

Soon, a mist drifted in from outside Blackwood, turning into a human figure. This person was dressed in black, wearing a hat, and exuded a chilling murderous aura.

When he landed in Blackwood, Dennis was startled. He remembered a group of assassins that had suddenly appeared in Cloudview County in recent years. No one knew who their leader was, only that they recruited miserable children from the poor and trained them bit by bit.

They hid within the common folk, with eyes and ears spread across all places in Cloudview County. Perhaps the beggar seen on the street was one of them.

They also recruited experts, always watching the major forces. They liked to gently guide those oppressed experts. If someone was being hunted, they would find ways to rescue them. If someone was in mortal danger, their people would appear before the dying person soon, to provide aid.

Those who harbored hatred and had to hide among the common folk were also found by them, promising to help them seek revenge at all costs.

These sufferers would soon join them, and this assassin organization grew like a snowball rolling down a hill. Its name was Dawn. But those who encountered Dawn usually never saw Dawn again.

The assassin came in, glanced at Dennis, making him sweat profusely and quickly lower his head to drink tea. "One of us," Nathan nodded at the man in black, then touched the Forebearer's Cards placed next to the main seat.

Seeing the tablet, the assassin nodded, knelt on one knee towards the tablet, and with a flash of his Storage Ring, threw an Energy Stone to Nathan, "The message from Dawn has been delivered. If there are no orders, I'll be busy."

Nathan simply waved his hand, and the assassin turned into smoke and left.

"Mr. Nathan."

Dennis was about to say something but quickly silenced himself, suppressing the surge of his psychic powers as he sensed... a familiar demon-possessed psychic!

An old man arrived at Blackwood, riding the clouds in the sky, landing on the ground, he picked up a wooden gourd, poured liquor into his mouth, and staggered into the great hall. His body reeked of alcohol, his nose particularly red and swollen, his small frame seeming like it could topple at any moment. Finally, he belched loudly, his eyes bleary but playfully staring at Dennis.

Dennis, feeling helpless, sniffed, quickly looking around, picked up a teacup and wiped away the tea leaves with the lid, sipping the tea quietly.

Yet, even trying to keep such a low profile.

The drunken old man still approached him, a wave of alcohol fumes hitting Dennis's nose, making his expression turn sour. Worst of all, the drunkard patted his shoulder, causing tea to drip onto his clothes.

"Yo, isn't this the old shaman from Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion? Tsk tsk, you were so proud back in the day, unbeaten across Jubilee County, none in Cloudview County could match you, and what were you ranting about? Oh, right, looking down on everyone from the clouds."

"Tsk tsk, it's been a hundred years since we last met, and you're still at the Developing Skill mid-stage, no progress? Oh dear, is your lifespan nearing its end?"

There, all secrets laid bare.

He gritted his teeth in frustration, "Drunken Fool, don't push it! If this weren't Blackwood, do you believe I..."

Drunken Fool rolled his eyes, his fingernails caked with dirt, pointing at Dennis, "This kind of old slick, he's one of us?"

One of us???

Hmm???

Dennis stared at Mr. Nathan and his wife, blinking rapidly, as if to say, buying off is one thing, but insiders? Collaborating with such notorious villains, aren't you afraid of dying?

But unexpectedly.

Mr. Nathan nodded, quickly stood up and bowed, then touched the Cards beside him, "Elder, did you bring something?"

Drunken Fool glanced at the plaque, which only had the character 'B' on it, correct, it felt right.

He looked a bit more respectful, suddenly gulping down some liquor.

"Of course, I brought it. I reckon you and your wife must have received quite a bit of news too, let's lay it all out. This matter has really blown up, we'll need six diviners to figure it out."

Mr. Nathan didn't hesitate, his Storage Ring flickered.

Dennis looked up, watching as several Energy Stones floated up, shimmering with various lights, his previously distressed expression suddenly becoming intrigued.

For the first time, he felt like swearing.

One assassin, one demon-possessed psychic bringing news was one thing, but he was the first to bring the news. But now...

You Blackwoods have kept deep secrets, how many friends have you secretly made over the years???

Seemingly heartbroken, he sighed deeply, no longer caring about Drunken Fool, just drinking his tea on his own.