Chapter 320: Chapter 275: Activating Divine Blood (2)
From Emperor Wayne’s personal perspective, he certainly wishes to use family resources to support his own imperial sister, but from the standpoint of being the Emperor of the Empire and the Clan Leader, he cannot disregard the interests of the family.
The bloodline energy of the Bloodline Altar recovers slowly, with the consumption for one use taking two and a half years to fully recover. If it cannot rapidly cultivate a high-level saint, it would be truly painful to miss out.
"I can only tell you, after activating Divine Blood, I can reach level 800 within half a year. Do you still have doubts?"
Cleia has always been someone of few words, not necessarily ruthless, but never verbose, even with her own younger brother. She doesn’t waste words and lays her cards on the table directly.
"Eight hundred..."
Emperor Wayne was clearly choked by this number. If his imperial sister hadn’t never lied or even made a joke from childhood to adulthood, he might have thought she was teasing him.
Even the neighboring Akelie Saint Emperor does not have this level. If his imperial sister can truly reach level 800, wouldn’t she become the second person on the Divine Protection Continent?
Second only to the man who is closest to God...
Although the statement is convoluted, it sounds impressive!
How many years has it been since the Windsor Clan produced a Peak Saint Tier at level 800? Is the family, which has been weakening with each passing generation, set to rejuvenate in his era?
"Is it Lord Lynn?"
After the surprise comes excitement, and following that, it’s easy to think of the key point.
"Don’t ask more questions, I can do what I say, give me the key."
Even though Wayne is the Emperor, he is still the younger brother suppressed by her bloodline. Cleia knows she absolutely qualifies to use the Bloodline Altar now, but seeing her imperial brother Emperor still wanting to dig deeper, she can only reach out directly and demand it.
"I understand, I understand, how could I not believe my imperial sister? But the key can only be held by the Emperor, so I’ll directly escort you into the secret realm and help you open the Bloodline Altar."
Emperor Wayne has long been accustomed to his imperial sister’s bluntness and cold remarks. He doesn’t think her attitude means she sees him as a child, suggesting that children should not meddle in adult affairs. It’s just her nature.
Besides, he was somewhat... how to say? As the Emperor of the First Empire in the Miracle World, the lineage of the Light God King, using the term "overreach" with him seems inappropriate, yet reasonable.
After all, Lynn is not an ordinary Light Divine Envoy. The Divine Awarded Medal he possesses is the highest honor from the lineage of the Light God King. Never mind he has the fearsome strength of level 999 Near God, even if he were just a level 1 useless nobody, his status would still far surpass Wayne.
The bloodline descendants of the Light God King are numerous, even not counting collateral branches, there are over a thousand in the Windsor Clan. Even as Emperor and Clan Leader, how could he compare in value and divine favor to the unique holder of the Divine Awarded Medal?
So, when Lynn doesn’t plan on revealing something to him, he truly must avoid meddling, lest he annoys Lord Lynn, which he cannot afford.
Understanding this, Wayne obediently leads his imperial sister through the secret teleportation path directly outside the secret realm of the Bloodline Altar. Without waiting for the high-level saint of the clan to step forward and inquire, he directly reveals the clan leader token and the key, specifically allowing Imperial Sister Cleia Windsor to enter.
This is the privilege of the current Emperor and Clan Leader, but due to the preciousness of bloodline energy, even the privileges of the Clan Leader are tightly restricted, only usable once every eighteen years, typically spanning a generation.
With Wayne utilizing his clan leader privileges, Cleia’s qualification becomes unquestionable, and her bloodline is even less of an issue. Being the imperial sister of the current clan leader, how could she not be directly related?
Thus, Cleia enters the secret realm of the altar without hindrance, activates the energy of the Bloodline Altar, invigorating and expanding the thin Divine Blood within her, elevating her attributes to unprecedented levels.
However, as she did activate the Divine Blood prematurely, the surge from bloodline purification did not impact the key point but only propelled her from level 680 to level 692. Had she waited three to five more years to elevate herself to level 690, she could have gambled on a rapid ascent.
Traditional family elders gathered outside the secret realm upon receiving the news, but without the key in hand, none could enter the realm, regardless of their high status or mighty strength, they could only patiently wait outside.
And this waiting lasted a good half day. As Cleia emerged from the shimmering portal at the secret realm’s exit, all direct members of the Windsor Clan could not help but turn their gaze toward her.
The next moment, many sighed inwardly, realizing there was no aura of a high-level saint; Cleia was indeed a bit hasty.
Yet, not all felt disappointment as they knew, despite sharing the Windsor name, and with talent disparities not too exaggerated, Cleia possessed a unique advantage none of them had.
She was the woman of Lord Lynn, having just been chosen and publicly recognized last night.
They thought similarly to Emperor Wayne, knowing Lynn was no ordinary Light Divine Envoy. There is no one who understands the value of the Divine Awarded Medal better than those bearing the Windsor name, akin to the treatment of the Light God King’s biological son, the First Emperor of the Light Empire.
With the support of the God King’s biological son... no, with the support of Lord Lynn, the 10 or 8 levels Cleia lacks hardly seem like an issue, can scarcely be called a problem...
If Cleia were sufficiently favored, and Lord Lynn sufficiently powerful, it might not take long to surpass the neighboring Akelie Windsor, perhaps even within two and a half years!
Restoring the glory of the Windsor Clan’s direct lineage hinges on Cleia.
"Uncles, aunties, grandfathers, grandmothers, great-grandfathers, great-grandmothers, if there are no instructions, Cleia bids farewell."
Previously, Cleia had not expected that simply returning to the palace to activate the Divine Blood and complete Lynn’s arranged tasks would alarm the family’s elders.
She is not adept at socializing, not even with her own family, especially within the royal family, where offspring from each generation are numerous, even closely related kin are not all familiar, making communication challenging for Cleia.
So she simply refrained from communicating. Seeing no one spoke, she made the first move to bid farewell and did not wait for anyone to actually voice any instructions but departed swiftly, leaving behind only her unwavering departing figure.
Even after Cleia’s figure vanished from sight, no one intended to catch up and say anything, for there was nothing to say. It wasn’t feasible to teach the young junior from their family how to win a man’s favor.
Still, having come all this way, they couldn’t just peer and leave. Cleia’s lack of communication was beside the point because, after all, Emperor Wayne was still there, wasn’t he?
Thus, the family elders surrounded the isolated Emperor Wayne to inquire about Cleia’s reason and circumstances for activating the Divine Blood ahead of time.
But what would Wayne know of these matters? His imperial sister had instructed him not to ask; all he knew was she was confident in reaching level 800 Peak Saint Tier...
However, even this simple situation he was not at liberty to reveal, given the unknowns regarding potential "moles" within the family—those intensely internal moles, perhaps his favored or secretly assisted sorts that also bear the Windsor name...
Unless necessary, he had no intention of letting Akelie Windsor know beforehand that he was going to be rapidly surpassed by his imperial sister, even though his status made any action against his imperial sister impossible. But vigilance is crucial, especially among those in high positions, who find it hard to accept being overtaken by others.
If it were Lord Lynn’s insurmountable, absolute dominance, no one could harbor dissent. But his imperial sister is his internal subordinate within the Church Court, whose status falls significantly short. Being forcefully suppressed by a mere captain would certainly leave Akelie’s attitude unpredictable.
