For ordinary small clans, or even clustered villages, being able to enter the Body Forging stage at the age of twenty is already a tremendous blessing. As for the blood essence of exotic fierce beasts, that is nothing but a luxury. However, for Henry Brooks, this is merely a starting point.

Of course, this starting point is relative. Compared to the entire ancient land of Laxian, or even the vast Great Wilderness, those ancient, long-inherited great clans—the starting point for the cultivation of their clan prodigies is something he can only look up to.

Chirp!

As Henry Brooks moved through the ancient forest, he was suddenly targeted by a shadow swooping down from above.

“Scaled-horned Eagle!”

A black eagle covered in black scales, with a single horn, its scale armor faintly shimmering with a subtle glow.

Seeing the flickering glow, a trace of surprise flashed in Henry Brooks’s eyes. Ordinary scaled-horned eagles would not display such a phenomenon; this one had clearly awakened a trace of bloodline power within its body, barely qualifying as an exotic beast. It might even be possible to extract a bone pattern from it.

In the Great Wilderness, the reason why the descendants of some exotic species are so terrifying is because they are born with bone patterns that resonate with the laws of heaven and earth, granting them incredibly fearsome power—enough to destroy ancient cities.

Boom!

At this moment, blood energy surged from Henry Brooks’s body. In his palm, a brilliant light flared, outlining an ancient rune. The shimmering light seemed as if a fierce beast was about to leap out from his palm.

In that instant, the blood energy within him soared dramatically.

Blood energy coursed through the stone spear, stabbing toward the descending eagle talon. With a thunderous crash, the scaled-horned eagle was sent flying, branches and wood chips swirling everywhere, while he himself was knocked back several yards, slamming into an ancient tree.

However, Henry Brooks wasted no time and charged forward again, wielding the stone spear like a club and smashing it down.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

With a single blow, the iron-like scales were shattered by the stone spear, blood splattering onto his beast robe, and the eagle’s head was completely smashed into a bloody pulp.

Buzz!

As expected, the stone spear once again burst forth with a flash of blood light, beginning to absorb blood.

“I can’t let it absorb! This beast has already awakened a trace of bloodline—maybe I can extract a bone pattern from it!”

Henry Brooks quickly realized and tried to pull out the stone spear, but it was as if it had been nailed in place—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull it out.

“Stop it right now!”

But even as he cried out, the entire scaled-horned eagle was reduced to nothing but skin and bones.

On the stone spear, a drop of blood essence mixed with a few strands of green thread clung to it.

Suddenly, a pale green light burst forth, and a fist-sized green bird appeared, surrounded by green radiance, lifelike and vivid. Its fierce aura surged out, whipping up a small-scale hurricane that roared continuously.

“It really has awakened its bloodline—what a treasure.” Henry Brooks was overjoyed, but his smile froze at the corners of his mouth as the blood essence seeped directly into the cracks of the stone spear.

“If Dad finds out I fed the blood essence to this stone, he’ll definitely smash it to pieces and dig the blood essence out!”

Henry Brooks gripped the stone spear tightly, shouting anxiously.

“You thief! This was an exotic beast that could have yielded a bone pattern! If I brought it back to the tribe, it could have helped a child in the tribe develop a bone pattern!”

In the end, Henry Brooks calmed down. The matter was already settled, and he resolved to keep it a secret. If the tribe found out he had fed blood essence capable of producing a bone pattern to a stone, not to mention the waste, he would definitely become the butt of jokes among the tribe’s men.

Buzz!

Just then, a scorching heat flared in his palm, and the stone spear broke free from his grip and fell.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Henry Brooks was knocked into the ancient tree behind him.

“I absorbed the blood essence with my own ability—how is that stealing?!”

The stone spear floated in the air, faint purple energy flickering in the fine cracks, like illusory little purple dragons swirling about.

Chapter 2: Fortune Appears, Never Letting Go!

After three years, Henry Brooks once again saw that trace of purple light—the purple glow flowing in the cracks of the stone spear, faint as silk, yet filling his entire gaze.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But in the next moment, the stone spear struck down again.

Amid the pounding of the stone spear, Henry Brooks’s curses rang out, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t escape.

“I’ll fight you to the end!”

After all, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy. At this moment, being beaten by a stone spear like this, Henry Brooks’s anger surged, but just as it flared up, it was extinguished!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The stone spear smashed down all over his body, each time a faint purple light seeped into him, even shattering the runes formed from the essence of the Qiongqi’s blood and bones.

“If the skin doesn’t wrinkle, the flesh doesn’t glow, the blood doesn’t contain radiance, and the bones don’t reveal patterns, and you let filthy blood settle in your body—what a complete failure!”

“Human boy, you are so weak—how can you hope to fight!”

At this point, bulges had already formed under Henry Brooks’s beast robe, every pore on his body swelling open, with faint dirty blood seeping out and soaking his robe.

Soon, he noticed changes in his body—his pores opening, expelling filthy blood.

Wait!

At this moment, Henry Brooks also realized—he could actually sense the will of the stone spear!

“Stone spear, you’re alive!”