When it opened its sticky eyes, the first thing it saw was Mark Brooks. With the bloodline contract connecting them, the “little turtle” instantly felt a sense of intimacy, and its huge turtle head began to nuzzle affectionately against Mark Brooks’s face—wet and sticky.

Mark Brooks was stunned. Although he knew that even a newly born offspring of the Xuan Turtle would not be small in size, even its head was as big as a millstone. For it to rub against his face like this was truly a terrifying experience. Was the old Xuan Turtle messing with him? Was this really its most precious, heaven-defying treasure?

His hand itched; he really had the urge to smash a Vajra Fist right onto its head.

But he forcibly restrained himself. Who knew if beating it would anger the old Xuan Turtle?

What made Mark Brooks even more speechless was that, perhaps because of that drop of essence blood earlier, he too felt a faint sense of affection for it in his heart.

“What an adorable little thing, just this tiny, truly cute…” The Xuan Turtle looked at the newborn little Xuan Turtle with affectionate eyes and sighed with emotion.

Little thing? Just tiny? Mark Brooks’s mouth twitched. His whole body was already soaked by it, and with its massive size, how could it possibly be called cute?

“Kid, from now on, it’s your pet and companion. It’s still young, so I’ll leave everything to you.” The divine beast Xuan Turtle buzzed.

The little Xuan Turtle seemed to have had enough affection, caught a whiff of some fragrance, turned around and grabbed the eggshell, crunching away happily and heartily, full of vigor. In the blink of an eye, it had already forgotten about its master, Mark Brooks.

Uh, looks like it’s a foodie who forgets its owner when it sees food… Watching it wolf down the eggshell, Mark Brooks’s mouth twitched again.

With such a big Xuan Turtle following him, would he be eaten into poverty? To be honest, he was already poor enough.

“As its master, you should give it a name.” The old Xuan Turtle suggested.

Mark Brooks thought for a moment, then said seriously, “It’s a descendant of the divine beast Xuan Turtle, born with a kingly aura and extraordinary dominance. Why not call it Wang Ba?”

“Wang Ba? Good name, very imposing.” The old Xuan Turtle was overjoyed.

Perhaps because of its powerful divine beast bloodline, the newborn little Xuan Turtle could also sense the kingly and domineering aura in this name. It turned back and glanced happily at Mark Brooks, but then immediately turned around and continued devouring the eggshell.

Foodie…

In his heart, Mark Brooks thought viciously, Wang Ba, huh, isn’t that just “turtle bastard”? Mm, from now on, I’ll just call this Xuan Turtle Xiao Ba.

“Kid, farewell. Take good care of my offspring. I’ll now send you out of the little paradise.” The Xuan Turtle’s voice buzzed in Mark Brooks’s ears.

In the next instant, Mark Brooks and the turtle had completely disappeared.

……

Almost at the same time, outside the little paradise, at Mark Brooks’s home.

In the small courtyard, there were only a few training stakes and a well, making it look rather empty and desolate.

“Boom!”

The main gate was blasted open, and a group of people stormed in aggressively.

“Stop! Who are you?” A girl in her early teens with double buns in her hair stood there. She wore a tight red battle suit, her cape billowing like flames.

Though still young and not fully grown, her graceful figure, willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of bright, lively eyes, and cherry lips made her delicate face flawless—a rare beauty in the making.

“You must be Mark Brooks’s younger sister, Grace Hamilton, right?” The leading young man sneered coldly, “You’re quite pretty, what a pity. Let me tell you the truth: someone saw Mark Brooks kill our young master Edward Brooks at the entrance to the little paradise.”

Mark Brooks’s aunt, Linda Hughes, pushed Henry Brooks’s wheelchair out, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

“You’re lying!” Grace Hamilton said angrily, “My second brother just went up the mountain to gather herbs. How could he have killed Edward Brooks?”

“Save it. Someone saw it with their own eyes—there’s solid evidence.” David Foster sneered coldly, “And don’t expect Mark Brooks to come back. He died in the little paradise too.”

This news was like a bolt from the blue for the small family.

“Mo’er…” Linda Hughes called out weakly, tears streaming down her face. Though he was her nephew, she had raised him from childhood as her own, loving him even more than her own son.

“You’re lying!” Grace Hamilton was even more shocked and furious, a flame igniting in her jade-like palm as she prepared to fight, but was tightly held back by Henry Brooks in the wheelchair.

“We already know. Please leave now.” Henry Brooks suppressed his grief, his face still calm and cold. Though disabled, his younger siblings were still young, and he had to bear the burden of the family.

“Leave? After something like this, you think you can just walk away? If you know what’s good for you, get out of the Chen family now.” David Foster said contemptuously, “Otherwise, don’t blame me for using force.”

Henry Brooks was as cold as water, his face showing not a ripple, only the forbearance and determination of a man. Once a high-spirited genius youth, now sitting in a wheelchair, he had tasted all the hardships of the world and become mature and steady.

“If the family elders unanimously decide to exile our branch, we will leave. But for now…” Henry Brooks refused coldly.