My Descendants Are My Power

Soon, the Forebearer Communion at the shrine concluded, and Ralph, a descendant of the Blackwood family, threw a grand feast, inviting everyone from Gratitude Village and friends who had helped out to dine.

Gratitude Village was brightly lit, with psychic lamps hanging high.

After the war, the townspeople shed their formalities and simply sat on the ground, gnawing on roasted exotic meats brought by the giant rock Clark clan, sharing wine and dividing the spoils of war.

The demon cultivators from Thunderfire Demon Cave, along with the exotic beasts brought by the Blackwoods, were the happiest, feasting on the bodies of druids, much to the annoyance of the self-proclaimed righteous Psychics who fiddled with broken totems and bones.

The Blackwoods gathered together, cherishing this rare reunion and chatting about the happy times over the years.

Ethan cherished this scene too, not hastening the flow of time.

"Those kids from the Blue Sky Martial Pavilion went on a rampage, and guess what? I was there too! I tell you, after those geniuses left, I sneaked up one by one. Dare to bully my nephews and nieces? Hmph..."

William, who couldn\'t hold his liquor, stood with one foot on a chair and the other on the table, his face flushed as he boasted, oblivious to the dark looks from his relatives.

Then.

"Wuu wuu wuu~"

Generations sat at separate tables, with William tied to a post and gagged.

"Don\'t mind him, he\'s just a lost cause!"

George looked annoyed, but he was actually worried his brother might be kicked out of the house again, then boasted proudly, "I\'m different, hehe, I\'ve been digging every day for years, getting more skilled. Not just the Blue Sky Pavilion, but Sky Sect, Black Tortoise, Spectral Vision Sect... I\'ve dealt with them all..."

"Wuu wuu wuu~"

At the post, one drunk, one sober, both tied up, exchanged a look of despair.

The fourth generation sat upright, scared to speak of their own foolish acts outside, then looked at each other, realizing most were not exactly upstanding, and burst into laughter.

They weren\'t afraid anymore and continued to chat about everything under the sun.

"Those damn kids!"

Julian suddenly stood up, furious upon hearing that Justin, the rascal, had taken the younger ones to challenge the druids, and Jeffrey wanted to meet some druid beauties... such audacity, even more than him as a grandfather.

But before he could speak, Amelia grabbed him, and his sister rolled her eyes at him, "What\'s the rush? Let the kids have their fun, they\'re smarter than you think."

"Smarter than me? Impossible!"

Julian, wide-eyed, looked around for support, but seeing no one cared, he turned to his wife, "Honey, say something."

Mary, busy serving food, ignored her husband Julian.

Julian turned to his older brother for a fair judgment, "Big brother..."

"Yeah, yeah, you\'re the smartest, okay?"

Lucas forced a smile.

Julian, touching his shiny bald head, seemed eager to prove his supreme intelligence.

Nearby.

The third generation of Blackwoods, though still marked with magic tattoos, had regained some of their simple demeanor under Olivia\'s strict cultural teachings.

Seeing their father proudly rubbing his bald head, they began whispering.

"The old man thinks he\'s smart, he can forget it, remember how he tricked us back then?"

"Don\'t remind me, he taught us how to approach women, and I ended up looking like a thug."

"I\'m so disappointed in our uncle and grandfather, we should beat him up like he used to beat us when we were kids."

"Hehehe~"

The old simpletons laughed, recalling some happy memories.

"Cough cough."

Marcus coughed lightly, interrupting the third generation of Blackwoods\' daydreaming, and looked at his brother, "Younger brother, why do you look older and older? Aren\'t you in your Developing Skill phase anymore?"

Everyone at the table looked at the oldest-looking member of the family.

Upon hearing this.

Daniel looked around cautiously, like a thief in the night, then covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "I wouldn\'t tell this to anyone else, but let me be honest with you, places like Thunderfire Demon Cave and the Demon Hunters Alliance are tough to navigate."

"Those cultists and the so-called righteous folks, none of them are good. I found out that the older I looked, the whiter my hair, the more authority I seemed to have. Plus, I secretly moved around, observing the big shots for three whole years. It took me three years of practicing in front of a mirror to master their demeanor."

"Wow," Daniel sighed, "to hold your own against such petty people, you need to be strong and have an imposing presence..."

Marcus gave a thumbs up.

He spoke from experience, "You\'re right. When I was the leader of the Sky Sect, I felt it too. Without a strong presence, you\'re always going to have troublemakers around. But once you show some backbone, even if you\'re not as strong, they\'ll back down."

Listening to these two discuss their insights, the third generation of the Blackwood family grimaced.

Thomas scoffed, "Big deal being a leader. It\'s not like we haven\'t dealt with that before."

"Huh?"

Two squinting eyes turned towards him, making Thomas\'s legs go weak.

The quietest of the group were the fifth-generation descendants and Joseph.

They were notorious in the Azure Cloud Martial Pavilion, feared even by the younger generation under fifty. Now...

"Amitabha."

Hearing the elders talk about their past misdeeds, Charles and Christopher began reciting scriptures. They had spent a long time in the Thunderfire Demon Cave practicing both demonic and Buddhist teachings.

Only now did they realize the extent of their elders\' pasts, which neither Buddha nor the demons would likely forgive.

The other four sat up straight.

Until they overheard the elders whispering among themselves.

"We\'re not leaving this time."

"How boring will that be? But we have no choice, it\'s all druids out there. Maybe we\'ll go out and play with the druids occasionally."

"Boring? We still have the younger generation, don\'t we? Remember how tough our elders were on us? It\'s time to get some payback."

"Hehehe."

Cold sweat trickled down as memories of their adventures with the elders came flooding back. These elders really played hard with their lives... none of them were normal.

Then everyone\'s gaze turned to Joseph, who was holding a disabled infant.

At that moment, the child was still blissfully unaware.

"Edward, what are you doing?" Betty asked, puzzled, as Edward suddenly stood up. They weren\'t married yet.

Edward gave Betty a reassuring smile.

Then, with a determined look, he announced, "Elders, I have something important to say."

"Hmm?"

Everyone looked at the fifth-generation kids.

Edward pointed at Joseph, "I think this young man has spent too much time at Duke\'s Mansion. He\'s become a spoiled brat, undisciplined and unteachable."

"What?"

Joseph looked bewilderedly at his father, who had just praised him the day before for his good qualities and potential.

As everyone watched, Donna also stood up, her expression serious, "Yes, I\'ve heard he\'s been bullying men and women in the county town. It\'s our responsibility to properly train him."

"I..." Joseph\'s eyes widened in shock.

He hadn\'t done any of that!

"Agreed!"

Nicholas sat up straight and raised his hand.

Matthew, who had just returned from a battle with his troops, added gravely, "We\'ve discussed this already. We really can\'t handle him; it\'s best if the elders take over."

"???"

Joseph looked incredulously at his uncle, whom he had met for the first time today.

Then, seeing the predatory look in the eyes of the older generation and the relieved expressions of his parents as they sat down, Joseph\'s face fell into a look of utter despair.

At that moment, he realized.

\'Spoiled brat\' was their lie; probably his parents didn\'t want him to endure the harsh training of psychic powers like they had twenty years ago, so they used him as a scapegoat.