Translator: AnubisTL
"It means I've matured."
"Before, I was always desperate to prove my own abilities. If anyone had mentioned my grandfather being an elder of the mechanical race in front of me, I would have flown into a rage."
"Looking back now, that behavior was incredibly childish."
"My greatest personal ability is having an elder grandfather."
"Once I accepted this fact, all my problems became much easier to handle."
"My grandfather's power is my power."
Feng Jiutian declared expressionlessly, "So now, I'm laying my cards on the table. My grandfather is Elder Feng Huiyang of the mechanical race."
"To put it bluntly, from now on, I'm going to rely on my grandfather to be arrogant and domineering."
"Will you obey my orders?"
"If not, I'll have my grandfather kill you."
"You have three seconds to respond."
"If your answer isn't satisfactory, I'll contact my grandfather immediately, and you can start counting down to your death, you little brat."
"..."
The white-haired man on the screen flushed crimson one moment and paled the next, his face shifting like a magician's trick. He was utterly speechless.
He had dared to defy Feng Jiutian because Feng Jiutian had always insisted that status should be determined by personal merit, not family connections. Moreover, the man's own strength surpassed Feng Jiutian's.
Thus, whenever he challenged Feng Jiutian, Feng Jiutian would seethe with anger but remain powerless to retaliate.
But now, Feng Jiutian had abandoned all pretense, openly invoking his grandfather's authority.
The man was left dangling, unable to retreat.
Born of humble origins, he could never compete with Feng Jiutian's family background. Feng Jiutian's grandfather doted on him, and though Feng Jiutian had previously insisted on climbing the ranks through personal merit, refusing all assistance from Elder Feng Huiyang, any discerning observer could see that without the elder's backing, Feng Jiutian would never have reached the position of fate holder.
Desperate, the man turned pleading eyes toward the others on the screen, hoping someone would intervene.
But...
When Feng Jiutian brazenly invoked his grandfather's name, everyone else seemed to freeze mid-motion, like a video buffering, their figures suddenly frozen on the screen.
Yet he could clearly see their Adam's apples still bobbing.
Fuck.
He cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and lowered his head in thought. "I understand. I'll open another Meat Valley and strive to gather the 50,000 blood sacrifice points as quickly as possible."
"Good."
Feng Jiutian nodded with satisfaction. "I hope everyone else follows suit. If anyone pretends to comply but secretly resists, I'll have my grandfather deal with them."
With that, he ended the call.
Gazing into the distance, he clicked his tongue in admiration.
If I'd known using my grandfather's name would be this simple and effective, why did I ever bother trying to prove my personal abilities?
Isn't being born into this lineage a personal innate ability in itself?
Just then, Yan Pomen sent him a private message.
"Feng Jiutian, there's no need to rush. At the last Ten Thousand Races Arena, no one redeemed those items until the Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races event was almost over."
"Everyone will complete their tasks eventually. It's just that there's still some lingering resentment, which is slowing things down a bit."
"There won't be any mistakes. You don't need to be so anxious."
Seeing it was Yan Pomen, Feng Jiutian's expression softened slightly. After all, Yan Pomen had offered him assistance at a critical moment, and because of his grandfather's influence, Feng Jiutian had repeatedly seized opportunities that should have rightfully belonged to Yan Pomen.
Toward Yan Pomen, Feng Jiutian felt both gratitude and guilt.
"I know, I'm just worried that if we drag this out too long, accidents might happen. The longer it takes, the greater the chance of something going wrong."
"Hmm, as long as you're aware of the risks, I won't say any more."
Feng Jiutian hung up the call and gazed at the five unsold items in the Altar Shop, muttering to himself, "This time, I can't afford to fail."
Meanwhile—
Unbeknownst to both Chen Jiang and Feng Jiutian—
In a mountain valley surrounded by towering peaks...
Unlike the desolate, sand-swept wilderness that stretched in every other direction, this valley was lush with greenery, resembling a hidden paradise.
At the heart of the valley, beneath the shade of a towering tree, sat a human player dressed in tattered rags, looking like a wild man.
It was Zhao Ritian!
His expression was a mix of excitement and anticipation as he gazed at the newly acquired dao item in his hand.
[Item Name]: Coughing Flamethrower
[Item Tier]: One-Star Item
[Item Effect]: As you can see, this is a flamethrower. However, due to its long-standing smoking habit and advanced age, it can no longer spew flames. Instead, pulling the trigger releases globs of thick phlegm that shoot toward enemies.
[Item Details]: Range: 3 meters, Magazine Capacity: 50 rounds, Rate of Fire: 30 rounds per minute. The magazine automatically refills to full capacity after 24 hours of depletion.
[Item Description]: "Smoking is harmful to your health. I hope young people remember this." — Advice from an aging flamethrower.
The moment he saw the item in the Altar Shop, a powerful thought surged through his mind:
I must buy this flamethrower!
However, at the start of the event, he had no alien race players to target. Despite his impatience, he had to restrain himself and wait patiently.
After waiting for over an hour, he finally encountered an alien race player who had wandered into the area.
After killing the player and obtaining one blood sacrifice point, he immediately purchased the Coughing Flamethrower, which lay at the bottom of the Altar Shop, untouched and forgotten.
Now was the time to test whether this Coughing Flamethrower could fulfill the purpose he had envisioned!
He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with anticipation as he focused on his personal innate ability.
[Innate Ability Name]: Slime Father
[Innate Ability Effect]: You can transform any fresh, thick phlegm within your line of sight into a newly formed slime, commanding it to serve and fight for you!
"Furthermore, every three of your slimes can merge into a more powerful slime, and three powerful slimes can continue to merge and evolve!"
Without hesitation, he raised the flamethrower and aimed at the nearby grass.
He gently squeezed the trigger.
Cough!
The sound wasn't a dull boom, but rather a cough like an old man clearing his throat.
Immediately afterward, he even saw the barrel twitch slightly before a thick glob of phlegm landed on the grass nearby.
It was a remarkably standard glob of phlegm.
So standard, in fact, that an ordinary person would struggle to produce such a perfect specimen.
Of course, he paid it no mind, his eyes fixed on the glob with anticipation.
The next moment—
Right before his eyes!
The phlegm slowly began to writhe, transforming into a half-human-sized, armless, bodyless creature resembling a ghostly jelly.
"It worked!" Zhao Ritian growled hoarsely, his voice trembling with excitement.
(End of the Chapter)
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