My Descendants Are My Power

The others also looked at Daniel with smiles on their faces. Over the years, while they were secluded and cultivating psychic powers, Daniel had always managed to use the family\'s influence and his own ventures to procure the necessities they needed.

"I\'ll keep that in mind," Daniel nodded repeatedly.

This time, even Lucas looked at his second son with new respect, touching Daniel\'s head, "Son, you\'ve grown up, just like me."

A simple sentence brought tears to Daniel\'s eyes. Growing up, he had spent more time with anyone else than with his father, once thinking his father disliked him because of his mother\'s issues.

But as he grew older, his aunt told him it was because his father felt guilty. As Daniel grew further, he understood. Perhaps since the day his mother was driven out of the house, the one who suffered the most was his father.

From that day on, his father never sought another woman. Every time his father looked at them, it was as if he saw their mother, awakening past memories, and he could only keep cultivating psychic powers and practicing swordsmanship relentlessly.

"Dad, I\'m already thirty-four," Daniel said, showing a rare childlike side after becoming the head of the family.

"Hahaha!" Lucas suddenly burst into laughter, "Even if you were three hundred and four, you would still be my good son!"

Daniel watched his father, who stood as straight as a sword, with a goofy smile.

Past grievances dissipated in the laughter between father and son. The Blackwood family, witnessing this, all showed warm smiles.

...

Soon, the group arrived at the location of the Boar Monarch Pete.

Now, the Boar Monarch Pete seemed to have grown even bigger.

Julian\'s lineage, the fourth generation, was being led by the beasts of the Silver Iron Forest, circling around the Boar Monarch Pete.

It must be said, the Boar Monarch Pete was really good at taking care of kids; whenever the children cried, the psychic beasts always managed to make them laugh.

He was practically Blackwood\'s best nanny.

Occasionally, he would feed the children raw meat, after all, the third generation of Blackwood\'s children were raised on raw meat, each as robust as a black bear.

"Grandpa! No, don\'t let the psychic beasts take my brother up into the sky, what if he falls?"

"You, yes you, the big rooster, what are you doing? Are you feeding my sister milk? What? Spiders can feed, why can\'t you? Spiders have milk, you don\'t, you\'re still just a male!"

"Please, Grandpa, that giant toad swallowed my brother, nurturing the body isn\'t supposed to be like this, I\'m scared."

"..."

Just as they arrived at the Silver Iron Forest Valley.

The people of Blackwood saw George, the eldest of the fourth generation, frantically running around, while the psychic beasts around the Boar Monarch Pete were taking care of the children, they seemed to have their own way of doing things.

But it seemed like the people of Blackwood were used to it.

The Boar Monarch Pete lowered his head and said softly, "George, weren\'t you also brought up this way by Grandpa?"

"..."

Little George was on the verge of tears; indeed, he was raised this way, but only those who have experienced storms understand the desire to shelter others from bad weather.

He really didn\'t understand how his dad and six uncles had managed back then.

Anyway, once he knew a bit about things, he realized that raw meat wasn\'t tasty, being eaten by psychic beasts was a bit terrifying, there was also the risk of being dissolved, falling from the sky was unpleasant, breaking a leg hurt, he had counted, since he could remember, his bones had broken 26 times.

Nowadays, George was extremely worried about his younger brothers and sisters, spending all day with Grandpa, fearing that the siblings would be played too rough.

"Ha ha ha, my dear in-law, it\'s been many years since we\'ve seen each other!"

A deep voice made George very happy, he turned around and saw his family members, "Great-grandfather, great-grandmother, grandpa, you\'re out of seclusion?!!"

It had been too long since he had seen these elders in his family.

Then he went one by one to greet his family members, letting the elders take turns patting his head.

Just as he was about to complain to his great-grandparents about a sister who was carried away by a monkey jumping in the trees and suddenly disappeared, his little face fell.

Nathan looked on contentedly at the fourth generation children playing with the psychic beasts.

"Thanks to you, old in-law, our whole family is busy, these kids are being raised by you, they\'re all quite happy and growing up strong."

"..."

As George stood petrified, observing the satisfied expressions of the elders, he found himself confused. "Am I being too sensitive? Or is it truly the right way to raise the children of Blackwood like this? But isn\'t this... dangerously reckless?"

Meanwhile, Nathan had approached the Boar Monarch Pete and shared Marcus\'s current predicament.

The Boar Monarch Pete was furious, "I looked after that boy Marcus for two years. I\'ve always told you, the Sky Sect is no good place. Marcus should never have gone there. Now, someone from the Sky Sect\'s elders has even sent assassins after him. That elder is audaciously bold!"

"Are we going to wipe out the Rodriguez family this time? My dear friend, allow me some time to prepare. With the exotic beasts from the Silver Iron Forest, crushing the newly rising Developing Skill family will be a breeze!"

"Hold your horses, my friend," Nathan interjected, stopping Pete from summoning the beasts of the Silver Iron Forest. "This time, we hope you can help us by looking after our family\'s enterprises while all the Blackwood experts are mobilized."

Pete was about to say more.

Nathan continued, "After all, the Rodriguez family is just a pawn of the Sky Sect elders. Deploying the Silver Iron Forest would create too much of a spectacle. If you go, your demon aura will linger, and if the Sky Sect accuses you of bringing calamity to humanity, it would escalate the situation."

Pete then relented, nodding in agreement, "That makes sense. Go ahead, with me here, no one will dare to touch my great-grandchildren!"

"By the way, do you need any exotic beasts?"

Nathan shook his head, "Thanks for the offer, my friend, but the Rodriguez family is manageable. Blackwood is no longer as isolated and vulnerable as it once was!"