Feeling the vital energy in his dantian growing less and less, gradually becoming depleted, Morgan Yates let out a frustrated sigh and said, “This is so strange. The vital energy I absorbed today is already gone. Why is it disappearing faster and faster?”

Morgan Yates had also noticed that in recent days, as he used the vital energy he absorbed each day to nourish Dad’s body, Dad’s rate of absorbing vital energy was getting faster and faster.

Crack!

Just as Morgan Yates was puzzled, the wooden bed on which Quentin Yates was lying suddenly broke apart, and Quentin Yates collapsed straight down. Morgan Yates was startled to see Quentin Yates already lying on the ground.

“Dad, are you alright?” Morgan Yates asked worriedly.

“I’m fine. Don’t come near me!”

Quentin Yates still had his eyes closed, his tone somewhat grave. In the room, the floorboards beneath the bed continued to shake violently.

“Dad, how are you?”

Morgan Yates looked at Quentin Yates, whose body was trembling uncontrollably, and asked with concern.

Quentin Yates’s expression had become twisted from the pain, but there was a barely noticeable smile on his face. Thanks to Morgan Yates’s unceasing daily nourishment over the past five years, his dantian could finally function again.

However, just as Quentin Yates was about to activate his dantian and absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth, his face suddenly turned ashen.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Quentin Yates’s dantian exploded, even his abdomen burst open, blood splattering everywhere, some of it landing on Morgan Yates’s face.

This sudden turn of events left Morgan Yates frozen in place. He touched the blood on his face—it was cold, chilling. It took him a long time to react.

“Dad!”

Morgan Yates roared, his eyes red as he rushed forward...

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a terrifying roar rang out. A massive black vital energy beast burst out from Quentin Yates’s dantian. The beast was tiger-like yet not a tiger, leopard-like yet not a leopard, with two huge fangs bared menacingly, looking extremely ferocious.

Chapter 2: Sprout

“Molly, run!”

Lying on the ground, Quentin Yates used almost all his remaining strength to shout out.

Morgan Yates stared blankly at the black vital energy beast before him, but did not move his feet.

“How could this happen? How could this happen!”

Morgan Yates roared, the blood in his body beginning to boil. His eyes suddenly turned crimson, his pupils like rubies, and even his hair turned a fiery red. Scarlet blood oozed out, enveloping his entire body.

“How is this possible? Didn’t Little Violet already check? Molly didn’t inherit her bloodline.”

An expression of disbelief appeared on Quentin Yates’s face. This was the state of dragon transformation—only those who had inherited the bloodline could achieve it.

Now, Morgan Yates was completely consumed by madness. He charged at the black vital energy beast, and as he ran, a terrifying gust of wind swept through, overturning all the tables and chairs in the room.

The black vital energy beast seemed to possess intelligence. Sensing the aura emanating from Morgan Yates, it showed a look of terror, trembling and curling up on the ground like a kitten.

Morgan Yates unleashed a flurry of wild punches, pounding the beast’s head, making it howl in pain but not daring to fight back. Morgan Yates continued to pummel the beast madly, his fists raining down like a storm, until the black vital energy beast finally dissipated with a cry of agony.

After destroying the black vital energy beast, Morgan Yates’s ruby-like eyes gradually turned pitch black, and his hair slowly returned to black as well.

Then, Morgan Yates snapped back to his senses, immediately rushing to Quentin Yates’s side, kneeling on the ground. Seeing Quentin Yates’s bloodless face, he broke down in tears.

“Dad, what on earth is going on?”

“Don’t worry about me for now. What was that state you were just in?”

Quentin Yates, on the contrary, was a bit agitated. To see Morgan Yates like this—he could die without regret.

“I don’t know, I don’t know anything. I’ll take you to the clan leader right now. He’ll definitely get the best doctor to treat you.”

As Morgan Yates spoke, he was about to help Quentin Yates up, but Quentin Yates pushed him away.

“The clan leader? The Ye family has no affection at all. Besides, my dantian is completely destroyed—it can’t be saved.”

Quentin Yates’s face was completely bloodless as he shook his head.

He had once brought supreme glory to the Ye residence. Because of his fall, the Desolate Sect had even given the Ye family cultivation resources that other great clans envied. But now, with his downfall, Morgan Yates not only received none of those resources, but was beaten daily by the direct descendants, with no one to speak for him.

“No, there must be a way to save you. If the Tianwu Empire doesn’t have one, I’ll go to the Desolate Domain. If I can’t find it there, I’ll go to the Lingwu Continent.”

Morgan Yates shook his head repeatedly, wailing in grief, tears streaming down his face, stubborn as ever.

Looking at his stubborn son, Quentin Yates showed a gratified smile. He realized that the luckiest thing in his life was having such an outstanding child with Violet.

Quentin Yates stroked Morgan Yates’s head and said, “Molly, actually, being like this now feels like a kind of release. Your future shouldn’t be spent on me.”

“Dad.”

“Let me finish. The thing I’ve wanted most in my life is to find your mother. But I couldn’t even pass the Trial of the Path. Am I useless?”

Quentin Yates said bitterly.