Chapter 12 – The First Steps of the Ji Clan
The cries of a newborn echoed through the Ji residence, carrying both joy and pressure into the hearts of everyone present. Jessica, the first child of Fang Yuan, had not only brought blessings to the household but had also marked the official beginning of the Ji Clan's legacy.
The clan compound, though newly established, was already lively. Courtyards were being built, disciples were being recruited, and powerful guests lingered in the surroundings, curious about this rising family.
Fang Yuan sat silently inside his meditation hall. Before him floated a shimmering golden screen—the System.
> [System Notification: The birth of the First Child has triggered One Lottery Chance.]
[Would Host like to use the Lottery?]
Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "So this is how it works… every child will strengthen me. A clan built on bloodline, a clan built on destiny."
Without hesitation, he willed the system to spin.
A grand wheel of light appeared, filled with countless treasures, cultivation manuals, rare pills, and mysterious Gu worms. The wheel spun faster and faster until it abruptly stopped.
> [Congratulations, Host! You have obtained: Rank 3 Alchemy Skill – Heavenly Flame Cauldron Arts.]
Suddenly, countless memories flooded into Fang Yuan's mind. The complete inheritance of a third-rank alchemist—pill recipes, flame control techniques, and cauldron refinement methods—engraved itself into his soul.
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within. "Rank 3 Alchemy… with this, I can refine pills that even Foundation Establishment cultivators would fight over. My Ji Clan will never lack resources again."
Just as he was adjusting to the newfound knowledge, his sister—now Great Elder Ji Xian—entered the hall. Her aura was far stronger than before, her foundation building cultivation giving her a majestic presence.
"Brother," she said softly, bowing her head. "Many small families and rogue cultivators wish to join our Ji Clan. Some are sincere, some are spies. What do you wish to do?"
Fang Yuan closed his eyes, thinking deeply. His sharp mind weighed every possibility. "Accept only those with talent and loyalty. The rest—let them wander. Our clan will not be bloated with trash."
Ji Xian nodded firmly, her respect for Fang Yuan only growing.
At that moment, a golden-robed elder descended from the sky, his aura like a raging storm. His cultivation had clearly surpassed Core Formation. He smiled warmly as his voice boomed:
"Fang Yuan, young master of destiny, congratulations on founding the Ji Clan. I, Patriarch Lei of the Thunder Sword Sect, have come to personally extend my goodwill."
The entire clan trembled in awe. Fang Yuan stood calmly, cupping his hands in respect. "Your visit honors my Ji Clan, Patriarch Lei."
Yet deep inside, his thoughts were cold and sharp.
So even the great sects have begun to notice me… good. Let them come. The higher I rise, the sharper the blade I will wield against this world.