Farming in the Magical World

Upon discovering a piece that appeared to be a "sacred relic" inside the box, Lanny immediately became tense!

He tensed up, first jumping up to bolt the study door shut, then looking around the room and finding no signs of danger, before finally feeling a little relieved.

His anxiety stemmed primarily from the fact that this document was far more crucial than the family inheritance ceremony manuscript below. The inheritance ceremony manuscript was practically useless to outsiders; what could someone without Wells family blood do with it—use it as toilet paper?

But "relics" are different; they are things that even great mages would fight over.

If a great mage were to find out that he possessed this item, he believed that the other party would absolutely not mind leveling the entire Caster Ridge.

Even if one possesses the means or power to resist a great mage, once this news gets out, Caster Ridge will not be at peace.

Of course, this is on the premise that the thing is really a "sacred relic," but Lanny thinks it's pretty close.

When Tim mentioned the relic, he guessed that it must be a jade slip from the cultivation civilization, containing some cultivation techniques, which is why there are rumors that magicians can comprehend magic by holding "relics".

As for why this is the case, Lanny also has some guesses.

Perhaps some exceptionally gifted individuals can sense information leaked from jade slips when they directly come into contact with them, thereby comprehending some seemingly plausible cultivation techniques. Because the comprehension process is incomplete, these magicians call it magic rather than cultivation methods or spells.

The thing he's holding in his hand is clearly jade, not an ordinary stone.

During his time in a trance, he had heard of gemstones of various colors, but never anything like jade. He figured either the people here didn't value jade, or the continent of Saint Tor simply didn't have jade at all.

However, he cannot be 100% certain that this thing is a jade slip, also known as a "sacred relic," mainly because he has never seen a jade slip before and is really unsure.

Is the jade slip really that big? Shouldn't it be a piece of jade that has been neatly cut?

He looked down at the jade in his hand again, and a thought struck him. He tightened his grip, making the jade fit snugly against his palm.

However, to his disappointment, he neither heard anyone speaking in his mind nor experienced any sudden inspiration or enlightenment regarding any magical skills.

He played with it in his hands for quite some time, until he was certain that he wouldn't be able to figure it out so easily, before he finally gave up.

With a sigh, he reluctantly put the item back into his pocket and then back into the box before picking up the parchment and spreading it on the table.

The parchment had clearly undergone special treatment; it had no fishy smell at all and showed no signs of wear.

But there were no words on it, nothing at all, just a blank page!

Hmm? A wordless book?

Lanny flipped through several pages, and they were all the same.

Has it faded due to age?

That doesn't seem likely. If it faded so easily, how could August have activated his bloodline? And how did he perform the activation ritual?

After examining it closely, flipping it over and over, he confirmed that there were indeed no words on it.

He frowned as he looked at the parchment in front of him, his earlier excitement and anticipation gone, and he pursed his lips in annoyance.

Damn it, I can't be that unlucky as to have my color faded right here.

If it's not fading, then there must be some special method used to make the contents inside visible!

Bloodline? Blood, the blood of the Wells family descendants?

Thinking of this, he took out a paper cutter from the drawer, held it up in his hand for a while, but hesitated in his heart!

If I make a cut and still can't see what's inside, what will I do then?

Moreover, in an era without doctors, hospitals, or even disinfectants, every injury was a risk, so he had to be cautious.

After much deliberation, his curiosity about magic prevailed, and he finally decided to take the risk.

He gritted his teeth, took the paper cutter, and gently sliced ​​his finger!

As blood began to seep from his fingers, he quickly touched the parchment, and only when he felt it was almost dry did he withdraw his fingers and put them in his mouth to disinfect them. However, his eyes remained fixed on the blood-stained parchment, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

As the bright red blood from his fingers was smeared onto the parchment, the topmost parchment gradually underwent a magical transformation.

Under Lanny's tense gaze, the blood slowly seeped into the parchment, and bright red words gradually appeared on the originally blank parchment.

Lanny breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the writing appear.

He was relieved that he hadn't suffered the knife for nothing, but after looking at the parchment below and then at his own palm, he felt a little worried again.

It seems like I don't have enough fingers on my left side?

Pushing aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, he focused his gaze on the parchment where writing had already appeared, and slowly read it aloud...

---- Descendants of the Wells family, I am Isaac Wells. When you see this, it means you understand the mission and responsibility you bear as a member of the Wells family, and you are ready to inherit the glory and history of the Wells family.

But child, I still want to ask you one more time. Are you really ready?

Seeing this, he pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "Why is this thing so mysterious? I don't know anything about it, yet it's all about honor and responsibility. It's like they're playing a riddle."

Could it be that the part passed down orally has been lost?

Stop playing games! Just tell me when the time comes!

He seemed to have seen Isaac Wells somewhere before; he appeared to be the first patriarch of the Wells family, but that was hundreds of years ago, wasn't it?

At that time, the Kingdom of Andrew had not even been established yet; it was still one country with the Kingdom of Cyria to the west.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of writing below. He grumbled for a while, then continued to look down and read.

---- Okay, just to be on the safe side, I'll repeat it again, you need to remember this!

The Wells family, as the first vampire family, will shoulder a mission and a responsibility.

That is, after the storm sea subsides and the two continents are able to travel back to each other, you need to take the "sacred relic" in the box to the Fairy Continent.

As for who to entrust it to, don't worry. Someone will find you in due time. Rest assured, child, your bloodline is the best proof.

As a reward, the Wells family will be blessed by the great, omnipotent, respectable, and eternal master of the Wells family, who will grant family members the art of bloodline inheritance.

---- By activating one's bloodline according to the inheritance ritual, one can gain immense power, without needing to learn any magic, practice for a long time, or meditate, and achieve strength comparable to a great mage.

Of course, there is a small requirement.

First, your bloodline must be pure enough to ensure that your master's secrets are not discovered by unrelated individuals.

Secondly, you must remember to use the power your master gave you with caution. Once your bloodline is activated, those hunters lurking in the shadows will come knocking. They can easily sense your location when you use your power; they are tireless and fearless, always ready to pounce from the darkness and tear you apart. Child, be vigilant, be vigilant, be vigilant.

The repeated warnings, three times in a row, clearly demonstrate Isaac Wells's fear of these so-called hunters!

---- Child, are you ready? Ready to gain supreme power, ready to accept this responsibility, this glory?

This concludes the contents of this parchment page. It seems that these are the important matters that need to be explained separately. As for what follows, we'll have to read on to find out.

Frowning at his left hand, Lanny gritted his teeth and cut his finger again, then smeared the cut onto the remaining parchment.

Once the writing was revealed, he flipped through it and, just as he had expected, it described the things and steps needed to activate the ritual, without mentioning the responsibility again.

He put down what he was holding and, before the bloodstains dried, quickly wrote down the materials he needed to prevent them from disappearing again.

As for the formation involved, there's nothing that can be done; we'll just have to take another hit later.

Looking at his notes on the table, Lanny stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

The first person he thought of was the master Isaac had mentioned, who wasn't even named throughout the entire story, only given a long list of lavish titles. But it was this person who, through some method, enabled the Wells family to pass on their power through bloodlines.

To be able to do this is truly astonishing. No wonder Isaac even flattered his descendants in the parchment he passed down. Even if he wasn't omnipotent, he was certainly extremely capable.

But this person is very mysterious. He gave the Wells family such a big gift, but only asked them to cross the sea to deliver something to the Fairy Continent—which is now called the Otis Continent. He knew nothing about it and cared about nothing else. This is quite strange.

Even the recipient seemed very mysterious, dismissing him with just the words, "Bloodline is the best proof."

Clearly, the power or method of this bloodline inheritance is very conspicuous in the eyes of some people, even like a beacon in the dark. Otherwise, how could it be recognized so easily?

There are very few records of the continent of Otis now; he only saw the name in some ancient books in his study.

But regardless, since it's a continent, the population can't be small. I wouldn't dare say it's large, but it must be at least several hundred million, right? Otherwise, how could civilization be maintained and continued?

To be able to spot a descendant of the Wells family among hundreds of millions of people at a glance—that would require an incredibly sharp eye.

He even felt that as long as he activated his bloodline and went to the continent of Otis, he would be like a firefly in the night, with countless prying eyes emerging from the surrounding darkness.

The night outside the window was quiet and peaceful, the moonlight illuminating the earth in a silvery white glow, and the occasional chirping of insects and howling of animals could be heard. But Lanny in the study felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about what he might encounter on the continent of Otis, as if he had entered the dead of winter.

Of course, to his relief, the storm sea is still a hurricane with constant waves and even occasional thunderclaps, but he hasn't heard of anyone crossing it, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

Based on this information analysis, he could be almost certain that the mysterious master was a cultivator from the continent of Otis across the ocean.

It's just unknown whether this so-called master is at the Golden Core stage or the Nascent Soul stage. It's even possible that he's a Mahayana or Integration stage powerhouse!

It seems that the so-called master came to the Saint To Continent for some reason and needed to pass on something (he guessed it was basic skills or core spells, in any case, very important) back to the Otis Continent.

But a hurricane had already swept across the sea between the two continents, and even more terrifying was the earth-shattering thunder.

After all, in various cultivation novels, lightning tribulations are the greatest enemy of cultivators, and this person was no exception, which is why he was unable to cross the sea to return to Otis.