My Descendants Are My Power

Watching the children she had raised nod, Amelia felt somewhat relieved.

She reluctantly looked at the psychic medicine garden.

Her life had almost been devoted to these psychic medicines, but some things were more precious than these medicines, her beloved family, her clan!

Recalling these years.

Amelia couldn\'t help but smile faintly, everyone in Gratitude Village said she was a loner, only liking psychic medicines.

But those people didn\'t know, her interest in herbs and seeds.

It was because after her father had her, she had already experienced a year of severe drought.

That year, the vegetables that were finally grown at home withered day by day before her eyes. Her father and mother said, if they couldn\'t eat vegetables, her older brother wouldn\'t grow tall, and her younger brother would be like a short winter melon.

So she cried out of fear, it was hard to imagine her brothers turning into winter melons, how terrible would that be?

As she grew up bit by bit, she wanted to grow the tastiest vegetables, so her family wouldn\'t go hungry. Fortunately, her older brother grew taller than her, and her younger brother was like a wild ox, only her sister... her sister had been frail and sickly since childhood.

So she started growing psychic medicines, wanting her sister to have the best psychic medicines and never get sick again.

"Olivia still hasn\'t taken my medicine."

Amelia shook her head, took another look at the entire psychic medicine garden, her expression gradually turning grim, "But with no home left, outsiders won\'t get to taste these psychic medicines!"

...

"Hey, Mary, your hubby\'s here looking for you, open the door!" As dusk fell, Julian had been waiting outside Mary\'s door for a long time. He could feel that the woman, as beautiful and robust as a black panther, was leaning against the door, seemingly afraid to barge in. He chuckled, "Mary, I might not have much longer to live."

The door moved slightly but didn\'t open. Julian\'s gaze was hazy.

"The folks in Talin Town have always been bullying our family. I\'m definitely going to deal with them. Sister Four is right, the Martinez family was wiped out. If we don\'t act, our family will be next."

"I\'ll be honest with you, I really want you to have a houseful of kids with me. They could grow up strong like me and help protect the family."

"Heh, I know you don\'t think much of me. I\'m just a brute, shameless all day long, doing nothing but forging."

"But do you know, when I was little, I knew I had to have weapons because my dad had to go into the dangerous forest to get us meat. He had a kitchen knife, and it got all nicked up in the forest, and he didn\'t replace it for two years. My sister had to cut grass, do you know how she did it? With a little knife."

"I grew up strong, all thanks to their meat and vegetables. Back then, I thought, when I grow up, I must provide them with sturdy iron tools."

"When I grew up a bit more, I realized that weapons alone weren\'t enough. It had to be psychic equipment, powerful psychic equipment, preferably like the Forebearer, fighting like a person. Otherwise, those mongrels outside would ruin our lives in Blackwood. I\'d also train my strength, otherwise, if my sister couldn\'t fight, it wouldn\'t be right if she got bullied."

"Heh, you see, I\'m thoughtful..."

He was about to continue when—

"Creak—"

The door opened, and Julian turned his head to see Mary\'s face, furrowed brows, probably hadn\'t washed her hair or face, not as pretty as yesterday. But Julian was still overjoyed, "Mary, you... you didn\'t kick me after opening the door this time!"

"Have you said enough?"

Mary seemed to be facing a huge life decision, and after a long time, she kicked Julian\'s foot, "Come inside."

"Huh?"

Julian was stunned.

"Come inside and have kids!"

"Huh?"

...

"Attack!"

In the Blackwood training grounds, Lucas was practicing with his sword, using the movements to vent the emotions swirling inside him.

It wasn\'t long before he finally stopped cultivating psychic powers and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Having reached his current level of skill, he could sense the slightest disturbances nearby.

He sensed his two sons had arrived.

"Marcus, Daniel, come here," Lucas said as he sat on the edge of the training grounds, watching his sons approach with their heads bowed in reverence. He didn\'t mind; since Karen\'s incident, these two had grown closer to their aunt than to him.

He spoke softly, "I know you blame me, blame me for driving your mother and her family out of our home."

"Father, no," Marcus said, still looking down, shaking his head.

Lucas smiled, "I\'m sorry I haven\'t been a proper father, especially to you, Marcus. I was only fifteen when your mother was pregnant with you, too young to understand right from wrong. If it weren\'t for the Forebearer, your grandfather would have disowned me."

"These years..."

As he spoke, Lucas\'s smile faded, and he frowned, "Time hasn\'t helped me become a better father."

"But now, Marcus, I need your help. If anything happens, you must protect your brother no matter what."

At this, Marcus finally looked up, a trace of worry crossing his face, "Father, aunt has asked for me, and now you too. Has something happened? I\'ve reached the fourth level of Foundational Energy, I can contribute to the family!"

Lucas\'s gaze softened.

"Just grow strong, and you\'ll be the greatest asset to our family. Go now, take Daniel and wait for news."

Marcus wanted to say more, but Lucas dismissed him.

There were a thousand things Lucas wanted to say to Marcus, but the words stuck in his throat, his own guilt making it hard to face his sons.