“Ah, the celestial phenomena... anomalies... could it be that Eighth Prince has... has provoked the wrath of the gods?” Grand AdvisorRyan Cooper was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, barely managing to steady himself by slapping his hand on the floor, but his words still came out stammering.

“Your Majesty, quickly send this ‘jinx’ to the Heavenly Prison,” shouted Catherine Smith.

“Yes, the wrath of the gods is something our entire Yan Kingdom cannot bear,” the Empress of the Western Palace, Helen Parker, quickly added.

King Bennett was actually feeling quite unsettled himself, and he was more than half convinced by what he’d heard.

However, just as he was about to order Evan Bennett to be sent to the Heavenly Prison, he noticed a long, pole-like object shoot into Evan Bennett’s body. At the same time, the Temple of Heaven, which had been in constant turmoil, suddenly stopped convulsing and returned to normal.

At that moment, Evan Bennett felt a buzzing inside his body, as if a storm was raging within. It was like being slapped a dozen times in a row—his vision was filled with sparkling ‘gold ingots’.

In his daze, he noticed that the birthmark on his left wrist—a rectangular, plain blue mark with a slight curve at the top—was emitting a terrifying green light. It seemed to have been struck by that iron-blue rod-like object that had flown down from the sky.

“Damn! Am I, an ordinary person, really provoking the gods above the Ninth Heaven?”

Just as he was still muddled, a thought entered Evan Bennett’s mind: The Tomb Emperor’s Space has opened. You may enter at any time within one day.

Evan Bennett even caught a glimpse of a strange and mysterious passage, which vanished as soon as it appeared.

“Heavens, you have finally opened your eyes! Son, you’ve finally received an inheritance?” Grace Carter was so excited her lips were trembling. Judging by the commotion just now, the inheritance her son had received was definitely of a high grade—what an honor!

The iron-blue radiance lasted for several minutes, and even the spiritual energy lingering in the Temple of Heaven surged wildly into Evan Bennett’s body. However, Evan Bennett noticed that most of this energy was being absorbed into the birthmark on his wrist.

Damn!

Evan Bennett finally started to understand. No wonder this unlucky kid had never been able to break through and form his qi sea and dantian. Turns out, this thing was the culprit.

All the true qi he’d painstakingly cultivated over the years had been completely absorbed by it. Even the energy from the spiritual medicines his mother bought had been secretly siphoned away by this hateful ‘thief’.

As for the activation of the Tomb Emperor’s Space just now, it was probably because this greedy thing had finally absorbed enough to reach the activation threshold. Plus, with that fierce impact from the mysterious object from the heavens, it was successfully triggered.

Looking again at his qi sea, Evan Bennett was stunned.

My god, it seems I’ve seen the ‘old man’ himself.

Evan Bennett really did see it—his own dantian was the size of a pore. Moreover, it seemed he had two dantians.

The two dantians were like a pair of conjoined twins, separated by a certain distance but connected by a special meridian.

What kind of situation is this?

What does it mean? It means he had broken through to the first stage of martial cultivation.

And, because of the double dantian, his true qi was double that of an ordinary first-stage martial artist. A first-stage cultivator possessed the strength of half a horse, but now he had the strength of a whole horse—about six hundred jin. His power could easily outclass any other first-stage martial artist, and he could even go toe-to-toe with those at the second stage.

“Grand Advisor, what kind of martial fetus does Eighth Prince have? What grade is it? Has he broken through?” King Bennett snapped back to his senses and hurriedly asked in a loud voice.

The commotion caused by Evan Bennett just now was no small matter. Such a spectacular display could only be caused by a high-grade martial fetus inheritance.

King Bennett was quite pleased. The higher the inheritance his son received, the better. As for the four empresses and the imperial concubines, they all held their breath, waiting for Grand Advisor to solve the mystery.

“Well... sigh...” Grand Advisor frowned, then flicked his fingers to calculate. After that, he produced a compass-like magical instrument and channeled his power into it. Soon, a green aura circled around Evan Bennett’s body before finally settling into the compass. However, Grand Advisor still shook his head slightly when he saw it.

“If you’ve got something to say, spit it out! If you keep dawdling like an old woman, I’ll have you castrated and made a eunuch!” King Bennett slapped the dragon throne, furrowed his brow, and, growing impatient, actually cursed.

“Your Majesty, he has not broken through. Moreover, the martial fetus that Eighth Prince received seems to be only a ‘secondary fetus’.” Ryan Cooper stammered in fright and quickly replied.

“Grand Advisor, what do you mean by ‘secondary fetus’? It’s basically a ‘waste fetus’. You should tell His Majesty the truth. A secondary fetus is still a martial fetus, but a ‘waste fetus’ is just trash, something discarded by the gods, and is useless for martial cultivation,” snorted the Empress of the Western Palace, Helen Parker.

“Grand Advisor, are you sure? Even if my son’s inheritance is only a ‘secondary fetus’, with hard work he can definitely advance to a first-grade martial fetus. If he’s lucky, he might even evolve to a second-grade martial fetus. How can you call it a waste fetus?” Grace Carter protested, forcing herself to argue for her son.

“So is it a waste fetus or a secondary fetus? Grand Advisor, you can’t speak carelessly. If Eighth Prince fails to advance to a first-grade martial fetus, you, Grand Advisor, will be held responsible. You know the rules of the royal family,” the Empress of the Eastern Palace, Catherine Smith, pressed sternly.