My Descendants Are My Power

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Was this really something to be proud of?

Inside the house, Olivia was rubbing her fingers together, seemingly deep in thought. Suddenly, she froze as the Psychic Position in her arms floated up, revealing a line of text in front of her.

[Can the Joy Beast Tribe be trusted?]

"Forebearer!" Olivia's face lit up with joy. "As expected, you've noticed it too."

On the screen, Ethan's toes curled slightly. He only had a vague feeling of distrust, as for noticing anything... he noticed that Glenn walked with a wiggle, just like a corgi.

Olivia smiled faintly and said, "Forebearer, after all, the Joy Beast Tribe doesn't eat our Blackwood's food. They are merely collaborators with our child."

As she spoke, her expression became playful. "However, this time, they agreed too quickly."

Ethan grinned. He understood now; the Joy Beast Tribe seemed to be playing a very new game.

Ethan and Olivia in the game had a different relationship; they both squinted their eyes, their voices somewhat icy. "Then... we really miscalculated!"

...

Crestwood Hills. The three Blackwood siblings were moving forward.

The land of the druids was indeed a land of druids, filled with poison and traps everywhere, and many druids hunting in the forest. Fortunately, they were all seasoned adventurers.

Traps? Poison? George had seen all sorts of traps in tombs and dodged all kinds of deadly gases.

Magic circles? William had broken into all sorts of places.

As for the druids... Justin, carrying a turtle shell, would scream wildly to lead people away, always managing to return safely.

"I thought the druids would be more formidable, but that's it."

In a small cave, Justin, blackened by magic, pulled out hundreds of arrows stuck in his turtle shell.

George picked up an arrow and his eyes lit up, "Justin, go around again. These arrows are all made of high-grade materials. If you gather more, our family can forge a lot of Psychic Gear in one day. Isn't this faster than my tomb raiding?"

"Big brother, do you think I'm using my shell to borrow arrows?" Justin rolled his eyes. "We'll be at Crestwood Hills soon. Hey, where's Brother William?"

"Yeah, where is William? Did he disappear?" George also froze, only remembering to dodge and forgetting about William.

Just then, a noise came from outside the cave. "I'm here!" William walked in, grinning, his lips seeming to have just wiped off blood, as if he hadn't done anything, his gaze evasive. "I just got lost."

"I don't believe it, where did you go..." George's words were cut off.

"Clang." A bowl fell from William's arms, changing his expression until both brothers looked at the Storage Ring in his hand. He quickly hid his hands behind his back, looking nervous. "Mine, all mine, don't even think about stealing it!"

But the next second, he was restrained by George and Justin. "Tell us, where did you just go?"

"I... I went to steal from our tribe, ah! Don't steal my Storage Ring, I knew I shouldn't have put it in the smallest Storage Ring, it can't fit everything!"

Moments later, the three brothers were dividing the spoils. William sulked, having stolen from a small tribe without a single ability weapon, even stealing people's iron bowls into his Storage Ring.

Then the brothers looked at each other, understanding the unspoken intentions in each other's eyes, and shared a conspiratorial grin.

[Your descendants are on their way to Crestwood Hills, deciding to observe the situation there while pilfering from nearby druids.]

[Your family has obtained many spoils of war.]

[Low-grade Psychic Gear: Warm Jade Bed]

[Yellow-tier Technique: Golden Vine Six Flashes]

[Manure Fork...]

"Can't you guys do something legitimate?" Ethan's eyelids drooped, initially thinking these three would tread carefully in druid territory.

But as soon as the scene switched, he saw them clearly divided in their tasks: Justin drawing fire, George searching for treasures, and William breaking formations and killing...

The three of them together, Ethan already saw the notorious future of the Blackwoods.

But as chaotic as they were, they hadn't forgotten their main mission.

Half a month later.

[Crestwood Hills]

True to its name, this place is marked by a hundred towering mountains, standing starkly amidst the Endless Forest. The lush forest surrounds these barren peaks, which are devoid of vegetation and scattered with rocks. Here, creatures known as Stone beasts, once confined to Blackwood, now roam freely.

Atop these mountains, various caves can be seen, bearing traces of the once-great Clark tribe.

At this moment, George and his companions are inside one of these caves.

This time, twenty-eight elderly figures appeared behind George; had he not given four to Katie, there would have been even more.

[Your descendant has emerged from cultivating psychic powers, and following an encounter with a Competent ForcePsychic's soul in an ancient tomb, and on the advice of twenty-three elders, he followed in the footsteps of his predecessors, absorbing all the living Competent Forces of Cloudview County into his body.]

[Trait gained: Elder Harvester]

[He can more easily locate the souls of his predecessors and gain favor from their lingering spirits.]

"Esteemed predecessors, this is the token of The Oracle Chamber. The members of The Oracle Chamber are nearby; it's up to you to find them!"

With the elders' approval, George pointed energetically outside the cave, "Go forth, elders!"

The spirits flew out of the cave.

"Hiss~"

Although Justin and William had seen the elders emerge from George before and had even received their guidance, they couldn't help but gasp in awe.

William looked at his brother with concern, "Big brother, with so many people inside you, how do you bathe... change clothes... or do other things..."

"That's why I never bathe. I use a cleansing technique and only change clothes when they are out."

George lifted his head proudly, "I haven't used the restroom in decades!"

"You truly are our big brother!"

As the two exchanged praises, Justin couldn't bear to watch. Was this really something to be proud of?

Seeing Justin's disdainful expression, George frowned, "Do you have a question?"

"No... not at all!"

Justin saw William clenching his fists and forced a smile, "I just think our big brother is extraordinary, and words fail to do you justice."

Crisis averted.

Soon, the group of spirits returned to the Psychic Sanctuary.

A psychic image appeared before the three and Ethan, who was watching through a screen.

Ethan squinted slightly.

It was a masked man wearing the white robe of The Oracle Chamber, with a scale weight on his chest!

He remembered, this was the person who, atop the high tower on the border of Cloudview County, had extinguished Stephen's psychic soul with a single palm strike!

This person was using a formation disk, hiding beneath a great mountain in the Psychic Sanctuary.

Below him.

Countless Druids seemed to be digging for something, employing various spells and battling against naturally formed magical arrays!

It appeared he had located the mysterious object and was waiting to reap the benefits.

"Damn it!"

Ethan cursed under his breath, suddenly recalling that day when Stephen fell from the tower, still smiling as if he wasn't upset at all.

"You old fox, did you set us up to retrieve this treasure just so we could avenge you?"

It was highly likely.

So likely that Ethan couldn't help but admire Stephen, who might be dead but was still seeking revenge.

However, after the initial shock, Ethan felt reassured; this proved that Stephen's setup wasn't aimed at Blackwood. His ultimate goal was most likely to have Blackwood avenge him, using the treasure as a reward.

The reward might even include members of The Oracle Chamber themselves.