ushernet Chapter 1379: Big Brother Leader
Chapter 1379: Big Brother Leader
Chapter 1379: Big Brother Leader
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The plaza served as the central area, accessible to all family members.
It encompassed a vast martial arts arena and a gathering space for family meetings.
The expansive black island spanned over a thousand square kilometers.
“This land belongs to the family. Only direct descendants or exceptional talents from branch families can reside here,” Jaromir Neal explained.
“Even those of the saint realm can’t stay?” Braydon Neal asked, surprised.
“The Neal family’s bloodline reaches the saint realm in adulthood,” Jaromir clarified, shaking his head. “Our bloodline ensures the family’s perpetuity, yet it also imposes limitations.”
Braydon grasped the magnitude of the Neal family’s power.
“Our family members often attain the saint realm in adulthood, but their progress slows afterward, some even exhausting their potential,” Jaromir continued. “Our bloodline defines us as the Neal family, yet it constrains many.”
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A person born with innate abilities was powerful.
The bloodline would assist them when they were young, but as they grew older, the bottleneck they faced was even greater.
The first half of their life would be smooth sailing, and they would not experience the pain of bottlenecks.
Once the bloodline potential was exhausted, it would be the day when the bottleneck would cause a huge challenge.
“The western district will be your new home, Braydon. If you need anything, come find me,” the young ancestor instructed Jaromir to bring Braydon to the western district.
“Understood, Ancestor” Jaromir acknowledged, escorting Braydon away.
Outsiders couldn’t help but notice the privileges granted to those with ten-eyed dual pupils.
Many of the family members had never laid eyes on their ancestor.
Accompanying Braydon to the western district, Jaromir entered a grand hall where young people constantly streamed in and out.
They were all budding prodigies!
Whenever they spotted Jaromir, they greeted him respectfully.
“Jaromir, who’s he?” inquired a youth in blue, appearing about fifteen years old, approaching with curiosity.
“Braydon, meet Joed. He’s unlocked his bloodline and boasts five eyes. And Joed, meet Braydon. He’s settling in the western district from now on. He’ll be in the No.0 Courtyard,” Jaromir introduced.
“What?” Joed Neal’s expression shifted, drawing the attention of others nearby.
His face contorted, Joed protested, “Jaromir, you know who used to live in the No.0 Courtyard—Thirteenth Brother. What right does he have to be here?”
The No.0 Courtyard had been sealed, once belonging to the esteemed genius Thirteen. Braydon, a newcomer, occupying it raised eyebrows.
All of the ancestor’s favor was bestowed upon him.
“Thank you,” Braydon responded, reaching for the token.
As Fourth Elder’s hand made contact with Braydon’s, he recoiled as though shocked, his eyes betraying a mix of fear and surprise.
With the blood of the Neal family coursing through Braydon’s veins, there was an undeniable connection.
The latent power of the bloodline, far surpassing Fourth Elder’s, was palpable upon touch.
Braydon proceeded to register his details in the West Hall.
“Braydon,” murmured the Fourth Elder, “appears to be the return of Thirteenth Master. Why else would Jaromir personally accompany him, or the ancestor specifically order his return?”
The reopening of the No. 0 Courtyard quickly became island-wide news, spreading like wildfire and becoming the hottest topic among the Neal family.
However, strict regulations governed access to the island’s four districts—trespassing was strictly forbidden without authorization, with severe consequences for violators.
Consequently, while many geniuses from the western district gathered around the No. 0 Courtyard, none dared to breach its confines.
Everyone understood the deadly rune restriction, which even saint realm individuals couldn’t defy.
The ten-acre courtyard already boasted the grandeur of a manor.
Jaromir sighed, “I fear the reopening of the No. 0 Courtyard will stir up a tempest. Yet, I placed you there preemptively because your ten-eyed dual pupils will inevitably be exposed. It’s best we forewarn these individuals.”
“The outsiders aren’t lacking in strength,” noted Braydon, sensing that only a handful of the youths outside possessed divine-level power.
The majority were likely at least emperor-level themselves.
The Neal family, a vast lineage, harbored no weaklings among its bloodline members.
Those who distinguished themselves were undoubtedly extraordinary talents.
“You’ve just unlocked your bloodline today,” Jaromir remarked with a smile. “The next 20 years will witness rapid strides in your strength. You outclass those outside.”
As they conversed, Braydon’s familiarity with the Spirit Sea family was evident.
In fact, he possessed extensive knowledge gleaned from Thirteen’s remnant soul memories, including insights into the Neal family and the core dynamics of the Spirit Sea.
In the adjacent No. 1 Courtyard, darkness enveloped a secluded chamber.
“Thirteen!” called out a black-robed youth, his eyes snapping open.
The head of the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples resided in the No. 1 Courtyard, having spent thirty years recuperating from severe injuries sustained in the past.
A gust of wind stirred, prompting the black-robed youth to emerge from seclusion and make his way to the No. 0 Courtyard.
“Big Brother!” exclaimed Jaromir in surprise.
“Are you well?” he inquired.
“Not quite,” the black-robed youth responded, his emergence from seclusion undeniably linked to Braydon.