"Young master, let me explain. We were driven out. Grace Walker said she is about to become the head of the family and should move into the main residence, while we are no longer qualified to stay there, so she made us move out."

Beside her, Autumn Grace gritted her silver teeth tightly as she spoke, her beautiful little face full of anger.

"What? Grace Walker, you’ve gone too far!" David Walker roared.

"You useless trash, what are you yelling for? The fact that you even have a place to stay is already a mercy to you, and you’re not even grateful?"

Just then, a voice sounded from outside the door. The door was pushed open, and a young man walked in.

"James Walker, it’s you!"

David Walker shouted angrily. This man was named James Walker, Grace Walker’s biological older brother, and he was a bit older than David Walker.

"James Walker, we’ve already left the main residence. Why are you here?"

Sarah Thompson said, instinctively stepping in front of David Walker, as if afraid that James Walker would hurt him.

"I’m here to take the sword!"

After speaking, James Walker swept his eyes around the room. When he saw a treasured sword by the bedside, his eyes lit up. He immediately walked over and grabbed the sword.

"James Walker, this sword is the only keepsake left by Ming’er’s father, meant for Ming’er in the future. You can’t take it."

Sarah Thompson hurriedly reached out to snatch it back.

"Get lost!"

James Walker exerted force, the scabbard trembled, and a surge of power burst forth. Sarah Thompson, not being a cultivator, couldn’t withstand it and staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

"Mother!" David Walker shouted.

Chapter 2: True Dragon Battle Art

"Since it was left by the former head of the family, it’s public property of the Lu family. I have even more reason to take it and hand it over. Besides, David Walker can’t even cultivate true qi. What’s the point of keeping this sword? Isn’t it a waste?"

James Walker said coldly, his eyes burning with desire. This sword was extraordinary—a spiritual weapon. He had coveted it for a long time and always wanted to make it his own.

It was just that in the past, David Walker was the Lu family’s heir, with a special status, so James Walker didn’t dare make a move.

But now, David Walker was already a cripple, a good-for-nothing, and his sister Grace Walker was about to become the family head. He no longer had any scruples.

"No, James Walker, I beg you." Sarah Thompson pleaded repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

James Walker’s gaze turned cold as he shouted, "Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

"James Walker!"

A furious shout.

David Walker’s eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"James Walker, you can take the sword, but remember this: Sooner or later, I will personally take back what belongs to me—tenfold, a hundredfold!"

David Walker’s gaze was icy cold as he stared fixedly at James Walker.

Under David Walker’s glare, James Walker felt a chill run through his body, but then he sneered, "You? A cripple who can’t even awaken his bloodline? You want me to pay you back tenfold, a hundredfold? Ha! I’ll be waiting."

For the past three years, Grace Walker had been putting Yama flower pollen, which suppresses bloodlines, into David Walker’s wine every day. So, three days ago, David Walker failed to awaken his bloodline in front of everyone. After his failure, Grace Walker and the Grand Elder took the opportunity to act.

"Mother, let him take the sword!" David Walker said.

Seemingly moved by David Walker’s determined gaze, Sarah Thompson reluctantly walked to the bedside, held David Walker’s hand, and couldn’t help but shed tears.

This was the only keepsake left by William Walker, and now it was being taken by James Walker. She didn’t even have the chance to reminisce by looking at it. How could her heart not ache?

"At least you know what’s good for you!"

James Walker smiled smugly, then, unable to put down the treasured sword in his hand, swaggered out of the room.

"Grace Walker, James Walker, remember this: Everything I’ve lost, I will take back one by one!"

David Walker roared in his heart, secretly vowing.

......

A small courtyard in the east wing, originally a place for servants, with three rooms and a small yard. Now, David Walker, Sarah Thompson, and Autumn Grace lived here.

Late at night, the cold was bone-chilling.

David Walker sat in the courtyard, his fists tightly clenched.

"Strength. In this world, strength determines everything. It’s because I have no strength that Grace Walker and the Grand Elder were able to take my bloodline, and because I have no strength, I couldn’t keep the main residence or the sword my father left me."

"In this world, without strength, you can only suffer endless humiliation, unable to resist. Now, I can feel my bloodline slowly being reborn. Even if it’s a low-level bloodline, as long as I work ten times, a hundred times harder than others, I believe I won’t be inferior. One day, I will truly control my own fate and protect my loved ones."

Footsteps sounded behind him. Sarah Thompson brought a long robe and draped it over David Walker, saying, "Ming’er, it’s cold outside. The room is ready. Go inside and rest."

"Mother, you should rest early too," David Walker said with a smile.

Back in his room, sitting on the bed, David Walker still couldn’t fall asleep.

"When will my bloodline fully recover and grow back?"

David Walker wondered, then focused his mind on his spine.

He wanted to carefully sense the state of his bloodline that had yet to regrow.