Chapter 125 Another descendant with spiritual roots, please give me a name
“Enough with the formalities. We are family.”
“Simon, what brings you to see me today? Is there something concerning the clan?”
Arius stepped forward, gently supporting Simon before he could bow too deeply.
Yet, despite this—
Simon still clasped his hands respectfully, his expression unwavering as he insisted,
“A junior meeting the Ancestor must follow proper rites… The ancestral law must not be
abandoned.”
Even as he spoke, his already frail frame seemed to wither even further.
Seeing this, Arius sighed softly and extended a sliver of spiritual energy, allowing it to flow into
Simon’s body, nourishing his blood and restoring some vitality.
However—this was merely a temporary relief.
“Many thanks, Ancestor.”
Simon’s voice was filled with gratitude as he felt his body momentarily regain some strength.
But he knew the truth—his time was running out.
Still, thanks to Arius’s energy, his lifespan had perhaps been extended by another year or two.
A brief reprieve.
To live, even if burdened by hardship—
Was still to witness the world’s changing seasons, to feel the warmth of the sun and the whisper
of the wind.
To hear the rustling leaves in autumn, to see the budding flowers in spring.
Simon had no desire for eternal life.
But he still had things left unfinished.
People he could not bear to part from.
He had yet to witness the true rise of the De Molinos Clan.
Would his family one day dominate Pyrenees Mountain County?
Would they perhaps expand beyond these lands and make a name for themselves in the wider
stage of Aragon Nation?
And beyond the clan’s fate—there were personal matters left unresolved.
He wished to see his grandchildren marry.
To witness the return of those young clan members who had ventured into the world.
De Molinos Carl… Lucian… Justin…
What had become of them?
Too many unanswered questions weighed on his heart.
For a brief moment, Simon felt himself drowning in his own thoughts.
Then, realizing his folly, he let out a wry chuckle.
Perhaps he had become too greedy.
No life was without regrets.
It was foolish to long for everything.
He should be grateful for what he had now.
For he had already witnessed the beginnings of the De Molinos Clan’s ascendancy.
And he had been fortunate enough to be recognized by the Ancestor.
Even though his children were ordinary—Even though they were unremarkable, at least none of
them had turned into arrogant wastrels squandering the clan’s name.
Each of them had found their own path.
And that—
Was enough.
Clearing his thoughts, Simon straightened his posture and turned back to Arius, finally speaking
of his true purpose.
“Ancestor, I bring news.”
“A new child with spiritual roots has been born into our clan.”
“A baby girl.”
“She is still in the care of her parents at the moment.”
Arius’s gaze sharpened.
Even before Simon finished, he had a feeling this was no ordinary child.
“And she… possesses Earth-Grade Spiritual Roots.”
A brief silence filled the air.
Arius’s fingers tightened slightly.
He knew what this meant.
“This is a momentous event,” Simon continued, his voice low and cautious.
“To prevent any unwanted attention, I have already ordered all those aware of the child’s
existence to remain silent, including her parents.”
“Aragon Nation is in turmoil. The Eight Kings are at war, and the various sects and noble
families are locked in fierce struggles.”
“If word of an Earth-Grade Spiritual Root surfaces—”
Simon’s brows furrowed deeply.
“I fear it would bring more harm than good.”
“If the wrong faction sets their sights on her…”
“No matter which power attempts to take her as a disciple, it will pull the De Molinos Clan into a
battle we are unprepared for.”
His concern was not unfounded.
Noah—who had Mortal-Grade Spiritual Roots—had been safely sent to Albigensians Sect, and
no one paid much mind to his origins.
But an Earth-Grade genius was different.
Such a person had the potential to reach the Level 3 Realm—perhaps even the Level 4 Realm.
Someone who could one day influence the fate of Aragon Nation itself.
Such a figure would never be ignored.
Any child with this level of talent would be closely monitored by all the major powers.
And if an unknown clan such as the De Molinos Family was seen nurturing such a prodigy—
The consequences would be far-reaching.
Arius’s expression remained calm, but his eyes held a hint of somber reflection.
Then, he nodded.
“You did the right thing.”
“For now, restrict the movement of those who know the truth.”
“We are still too weak.”
“But once we are strong enough—”
His voice grew colder.
“None of this will matter anymore.”
Arius fully approved of Simon’s cautious approach.
It was always better to be careful.
“Ancestor, would you like to see the child?”
“She is only three months old. Her parents have yet to even name her…”
“They were hoping—just like Noah—that she might be tested for spiritual roots and receive a
name bestowed by you.”
“But they never expected their daughter would actually possess spiritual roots—let alone a
legendary Earth-Grade talent.”
At this, Simon sighed deeply.
If this child grew strong and thrived, she would undoubtedly become a key figure in the future of
Aragon Nation.
With her standing at the De Molinos Clan’s side, their family might prosper for
hundreds—perhaps even thousands—of years.
Hearing Simon’s words, Arius nodded faintly and replied in his usual calm tone:
“Hmm. Let’s go.”
“A genius born within the clan—how could I not see her with my own eyes?”
Arius had already made a decision.
Once the child turned three, he would personally take her under his wing.
With an Earth-Grade Spiritual Root, if he used the Mirror of Immortal Appraisal to enhance her
talent just once or twice more—
She would ascend to the level of a Heaven-Grade Spiritual Root.
If nurtured correctly, she would become a pillar of the De Molinos Clan’s future strength.
Someone who could truly stand against the tides of this chaotic world.
As these thoughts settled in his mind, Arius began making his way toward the Clan’s Spiritual
Testing Hall.
His pace was unhurried, his hands clasped behind his back, moving with the air of a simple,
ordinary elder.
Behind him—
Simon struggled to keep up, leaning heavily on his cane.
Despite Arius’s earlier help in easing his fatigue, he still found himself short of breath every few
steps.
“Simon…”
“Your health is failing. In the future, you needn’t come in person whenever something arises.”
“If an issue is urgent, have a clan member bring the report instead.”
“Or—better yet—have your servants accompany you.”
“You should arrange for a sedan chair to be carried when you travel.”
“When I first returned to the clan, that sedan they prepared for me was quite nice.”
“With your condition, you need to take better care of yourself.”
As they walked, Arius spoke casually, his words filled with genuine concern.
But—
Despite the care in his tone, Simon merely smiled faintly, his expression resolute.
“A junior visiting the Clan Ancestor must approach with respect, step by step, bowing in full
reverence.”
“To ride in a sedan before an Ancestor is disrespectful. I dare not break the ancestral laws.”
“As for sending others in my place…”
“There are certain matters I fear a clan member’s report might lack the necessary clarity.”
Hearing this, Arius waved a hand dismissively, his voice filled with amusement.
“Bah—what ancestral laws, what rituals and formalities…”
“I am not some rigid, old-fashioned fool.”
“All these pointless traditions—what’s the need?”
As the two spoke, they finally arrived at the entrance of the Spiritual Testing Hall.
There—
A group of former Blood Wolf Hall cultivators stood on high alert, guarding the building.
Even their leader, remained stationed at the door, his face stern and watchful.
The birth of a child with Earth-Grade talent—
This was the very moment that would ignite the rise of the De Molinos Clan.
His fate was now tied to the De Molinos Clan.
The stronger the De Molinos Clan became—
The greater his own future rewards.
And so—
He took this girl’s safety as a matter of utmost importance.