Bloodline potion—this guy actually has a bloodline potion on him!

Eric Turner looked at the contents on the Sticking Card, unsure whether he should feel disappointed or lucky. Although this H-grade bloodline potion seemed pretty good, it didn’t have the immediate, dramatic effect of the Thirteen Guardians’ Fifth Layer Horizontal Training.

However, judging from Evan Clark’s reaction just now, this H-grade bloodline potion must also be quite precious.

There are too few Sticking Cards. If only he had more, he could stick to more things.

Eric Turner didn’t choose to use the bloodline potion right away. With so many eyes on him, he thought it best to be cautious.

“Xiao Guo, in a bit, take Eric Turner to collect the advanced warrior’s supplies.” William Foster waved at Evan Clark and said, “Old Yu, come with me for a moment.”

Evan Clark glanced at Eric Turner, then followed William Foster toward a small door. After William Foster left, Ethan Reed walked away with an air of arrogance.

“Bro, that guy is really arrogant!” Eric Turner threw an arm around Little Scott’s shoulder and said with a laugh, “He acts like we don’t even exist!”

That friendly gesture immediately brought Little Scott, Old Lee, and the others into his own camp.

Little Scott was quite pleased with Eric Turner’s attempt to get close, quickly glanced around, and lowered his voice: “He was born a third-class ordinary blood, destined to become a bloodline warrior—maybe even a true-blood powerhouse.”

“Not just us—even the deputy controller doesn’t want to offend him!”

Third-class ordinary blood—Eric Turner’s body only had ninth-class ordinary blood, with almost no chance of awakening, but third-class ordinary blood was almost guaranteed to awaken!

No wonder this Ethan Reed is so cocky!

“Ethan Reed isn’t just strong himself—his master is also a deputy controller.”

“Bro, just bear with it. He’s not targeting you personally.”

“He’s got a brother whose bloodline isn’t strong. He wants to get the bloodline potion from Deputy Controller Sheng for his brother.”

That reason was somewhat understandable. Still, Eric Turner couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed.

Even though he now had a bloodline potion, he’d gotten it by sticking with the card! Ethan Reed’s plan had forcibly snatched away something that was supposed to fall into Eric Turner’s hands.

There weren’t many perks for advanced warriors. Besides being able to eat in the area reserved for warriors’ training, Eric Turner was also assigned a place to live.

A place about the same size as Eric Turner’s family home!

In other words, from now on, Eric Turner could live alone and wouldn’t have to squeeze in with his old man, Ryan Turner.

Although it was still hard to stand up straight in the room, Eric Turner was still happy inside.

The food in the training area wasn’t much better than what he’d had before, but there was one thing Eric Turner really liked: he could eat as much as he wanted!

After a hearty meal of meat, Eric Turner was the first to return to his father’s home. Ryan Turner was drinking alone. When he saw his son come in, his eyes widened and he started cursing: “You little fool, getting cocky now, huh? You actually dumped Huniu!”

“You… you little bastard, are you just trying to piss me off to death?!”

As he cursed, Ryan Turner waved the cane by his side: “You little bastard, tonight you have to share a room with Huniu, or I’ll beat you to death!”

“Too bad, Dad, you can’t beat me anymore.” Eric Turner, now pretty well adapted to the survival point, casually picked up a bowl of wine from the kang table and took a sip.

Seeing his son so relaxed, Ryan Turner was stunned. This little fool wasn’t just getting more capable—he was becoming more confident, too.

“Dad, that woman at the west end of the survival point has had her eye on you for a while. I’ve got a new place now, so let her move in and take care of you.”

Looking at the stubbly Ryan Turner, memories of Eric Turner and his father slowly resurfaced.

At this moment, he felt even more immersed in his new identity: “That woman looks great—like a ripe peach. Dad, you’re still strong and full of energy. It won’t be long before you give me a little brother who’s a bloodline warrior.”

“You little bastard, you need a beating!” Ryan Turner, as if his secret had been exposed, flailed his cane at Eric Turner in embarrassment.

But his cane was no threat to Eric Turner anymore, and besides, he was just putting on a show, not really trying to hit him.

Eric Turner grinned and waited for him to finish, then said seriously, “Good things shouldn’t wait. Tomorrow I’ll have her move in! I’m rooting for you!”

“You little fool, now you’re arranging marriages for your own dad!” Ryan Turner was both angry and helpless.

Eric Turner finished his wine with a smile, packed up some of his belongings, and headed to a pit not far from next door.

When choosing his place, Eric Turner had deliberately picked somewhere close to home.

Closing the simple wooden door and looking at the uneven ceiling above, Eric Turner let out a huge sigh of relief.

A thousand years later, he finally had his own place!

Today’s experiences made Eric Turner realize deeply that in this survival point, his greatest enemy wasn’t Huniu, who was determined to marry him, but the ever-present danger lurking everywhere.