In the Clear Sky Ye Clan, morning began with sword forms, medicinal smoke, and someone yelling at Ye Changsheng.
"Changsheng! Get your shameless self off the roof!"
Ye Changsheng lay flat on the tiled peak of the Alchemy Hall, hands behind his head, staring lazily at the clouds. His robes were slightly open, chest catching the sun, and a peach in one hand. He took a slow bite, savoring the moment.
"I'm meditating, Aunt Tianying!" he called back, voice like spring wine—light, annoying, and just slightly smug.
A vein pulsed on Ye Tianying's forehead as she stood below, arms folded in her dark red clan leader robes. "Meditating?! You're eating fruit like a drunk mortal beggar!"
"I'm communing with the Dao of Leisure."
"You're one step away from communing with the Dao of the Wooden Paddle!"
That got a laugh from someone in the distance—Changming, the handsome and proper elder cousin, seated calmly under a peach tree, sipping tea as if this was all normal.
Inside, Ye Changsheng grinned to himself. He had lived two lives, after all.
Once in America, where things were fast, loud, and filled with instant noodles. And now here, in a cultivation world of pills, blades, and boiling family expectations.
He had done his duty so far—studied, trained, survived Tianying's lectures. But life had felt a little... directionless.
Until today.
Ding! [Heritage System Awakening…]
Ye Changsheng blinked. "...Huh?"
System: Welcome, Host. You are now bound to the [Heritage Advancement Interface]. Your strength shall now rise through the cultivation achievements of your descendants.
"Wait. Descendants?"
Milestone 1: Have one child with spiritual roots. Reward:???.
"..."
He sat up straight.
"...Motherf—"
Down below, Tianying looked up just in time to see her mischievous nephew spring upright like a squirrel on fire.
"He's about to do something stupid," she muttered darkly.
She was right.
Ye Changsheng leapt down and landed with a dramatic flourish, robes fluttering behind him like he was trying to impress a sect princess.
He nearly collided with a young clan sister carrying herbs. She squeaked in surprise.
"Apologies," he said smoothly, catching her elbow before she stumbled. "Fate moves fast, but I promise I'm gentler on second meetings."
She flushed. He winked. Tianying glared.
System Prompt:Potential Spiritual Root Detected: Moderate-Grade Water Affinity (Lineage Score: 4/10). Recommend continued engagement.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Changsheng whispered, eyes gleaming.
Meanwhile, in the family hall, Mu Lianhua—his mother and Alchemy Hall Master—sneezed softly while grinding spirit lotus petals.
She looked up at the cloudless sky and smiled.
"Changsheng must be up to something again."