After saying goodbye saying to his pupil to solve his obligation at the royal pce, the man who opened the Linn Province Conference departed for his destination.


    He had many questions in mind and knew that the person he was about to visit would be interested in what had happened in Peters City.


    He quickly made his way to approach such a person, using a unique method ofmunication to reach that individual.


    So he was soon in front of an old man with silver hair, eyebrows, and a beard of the same color, who was quietly meditating on a mountain at the moment.


    The capital of Leopoldine was huge, with several mountains circled by human constructions, some even with ''vertical cities'' on top of themselves.


    Because of this, it was not unusual forrge local organizations to have their own mountains with their headquarters on them.


    That was the secret headquarters of one of the local organizations, where this old man used to spend his time when he was not doing his main work.


    Seeing that man at the top of that ce, the person that Lothur saw earlier went to make a gesture of greeting but was soon stopped by the aura of the individual there.


    "You know there is no need for formality here..." A hoarse voice broke from the throat of such an elder, while the atmosphere in the surroundings seemed strange after he opened his mouth.


    It was as if his words were enough to influence the area in his surroundings!


    The man who led the Linn Province Conference then did not use proper treatment pronouns but answered why he was there. "I am here on ount of this. Can you imagine what it is?" He showed the vial with the blood of Lothur.


    That old silver-haired figure looked at it, and his eyes narrowed. "Whose blood is this? Why did you bring it here?"


    The newly arrived man smiled and exined. "Recently, I met a young prodigy in the ce where I was staying."


    "Oh? Are you talking about the Linn Province Conference? Has it already ended?"


    "Yes, you don''t know the results yet?"


    "No." The old man said in a tone that carried almost no curiosity. "I have left it for my sons to handle. If there are any problems, one of them wille to me."


    The individual standing then said. "Well, I found a young man with the same hair and distinctive appearance as the people in your family... I thought he might be one of your bastards."


    That man''s eyes opened wider as he slid one of his hands in the air and made that vial of blood float up to him.


    This man had many bastards around the world, most lost or perhaps hidden because of how dangerous it was to belong to his lineage. He had many enemies who did not dare to act against him but would act against his children to ''humiliate'' him somehow.


    Since this man disliked the idea of losing his children, even those who were bastards, he could not help but be interested in bringing another one of these to his side.


    Technically, a bastard was a child out of wedlock. But a bastard was not always abandoned by their father, as could be imagined by many.


    The cultivation world was huge, and people could have their casual adventures and then go their separate ways. Sometimes someone who had lived as long as this man would have countless affairs with women they had met on trips.


    But a trip could not stop for casual sex or a small romance!


    Because of this, many men ended up impregnating countless women on their journeys, sometimes never even finding out about their existence.


    As in this case, the old man in question had had several bastard children that he only found out aboutter, often at the death of these children to his enemies.<novelnext>  </novelnext>


    But some of his bastard children, he had found them and brought them to his side.


    Because of this, upon hearing that from his old acquaintance, he soon became interested in knowing this seed that he had left somewhere...


    He opened the vial with Lothur''s blood and smelled it before tasting such a thing.


    Meanwhile, the other man continued. "This young man is magnificent. You need to see him in action. He seems to have no limits in terms of understanding. His ability to learn more than one profession with a simr level of perfection is impressive."


    Comprehension was rted to the Intelligence attribute. Because of this, people who saw Lothur in action thought that this young man had a very high talent or would not be good at many professions simultaneously.


    However, Lothur''s case differed from what these ordinary people knew. For this young man, his Intelligence attribute was only average for cultivators in general. Still, even so, he could learn so many professions simultaneously with the same sess rate.


    Why was this?


    It was because of the system!


    Lothur''s Intelligence would, at most, give him a high talent in one profession. So, what made what he did possible was not this attribute.


    As for how this happened, well, that was simple. When starting their cultivation journey, a cultivator would naturally have more affinity for certain things and less for others. The ones they had more affinity for, they could use their Intelligence attribute to master more easily.


    But the system had changed this by giving Lothur affinity with all the Natural Laws of this cultivation world!


    Because of this, he could use the same talent to learn several professions, achieving simr results in all of them.


    Did this mean that his Intelligence did not matter? It mattered a lot, but more for hisprehension speed and less for his learning ability.


    That was the exnation of Lothur''s anomaly, something that, unfortunately or not, these people did not know and therefore considered his talent to be greater than it should be.


    "Is that so?" That silver-haired man questioned, as his eyes narrowed, given what he felting from that blood.


    "That person is not a bastard of mine." He said after a few moments, making the standing man not understand the situation, considering the number of simrities between Lothur and this man.


    "He is not?"


    "No, but he has something in his blood that reminds me of one of my sons..." Such a person muttered while having a hard-to-read expression on his face.


    "That young man is probably my grandson."


    "Grandson? What?" That person was surprised. ''I didn''t think of that possibility! But there are so many potential fathers... Who will be this young man''s father?''


    That man might not have known, but the old man with the vial containing Lothur''s blood was more than aware of who that was about. ''So you had a son behind my back, Daemon!''


    He clenched his fists and turned a little red.


    ? "Pyke! Pyke!" He shouted twice to one of the many guards hiding in the vicinity.


    One of these men emerged from the shadows, and he ordered. "Bring that young man to me immediately!"