They continued to read until it was late in the evening. Wu Jian found the various realms fascinating. It sounded like each realm offered far more power than the previous one. The one that sounded the most frightening was the Deva Realm, which only had three subrealms. That might have made it sound like breaking through to the next realm was easy, but each subrealm of the Deva Realm brought down Heavenly Tribulation Lightning. The only way to break through was to survive all three tribulations. According to the scroll, most cultivators who attempted to break through this realm died, which was why there were only a handful of cultivators who had stepped into the realm beyond, and they were all renowned figures whose names echoed across the Xaio Continent.

“Look here. It says the number of Heavenly Tribulation Lightning bolts that strike a cultivator during their Heavenly Tribulation equates to how much potential they have. The more lightning bolts strike someone, the more likely they are to become powerful individuals once they break through. I wonder what the highest number of lightning bolts someone has been struck with is,” Wu Meiying pondered out loud.

“I’m not sure I want to think about that right now. It sounds scary,” admitted Wu Jian.

After they finished reading, the two walked up to Wu Yéyé, who was putting books back on their shelves. They waited until he was done before getting his attention. He turned to them with a kind smile.

“Are you two done reading?” he asked.

“We are. Thank you for letting us read this,” said Wu Jian.

“Do you have any books on strength training exercises we can practice?” asked Wu Meiying.

“I already guessed that would be what you wanted next,” Wu Yéyé said with a smile. “That is why I have already prepared several scrolls for you. These have multiple copies, so feel free to take them to your rooms. Just make sure you don’t damage them, and bring them back when you are done.”

“Thank you!” Wu Jian and Wu Meiying said at the same time.

Wu Yéyé had given them ten scrolls that they took to Wu Jian’s room, which was located on the eastern side building in the main courtyard. Wu Meiying’s room was located in the south side of the main courtyard. It was the most secluded building in the complex and used by all the unmarried women of the clan. Wu Meiying, however, almost never slept in her own room.

Wu Jian and Wu Meiying would have pored over the scrolls that Wu Yéyé gave them, but a loud bell rang out, echoing across the entire compound. They looked at each other.

“I guess it’s time for dinner,” Wu Jian said, setting the scrolls onto his bed.

“We can look at the scrolls later tonight before bed. Let’s hurry up. I don’t want to be late for dinner.” Wu Meiying grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his room.

The dining hall was located in the middle of the clan compound. It only had one floor, but it was the largest building present and surrounded by all the others. All members of the clan were required to eat dinner there at the same time. Wu Jian’s mother had once told him this was so members of the clan could mingle with their peers and make friends. Sharing food with others was a good way to solidify relationships, or so she had said.

There were already a lot of people there when they arrived, and most of them were sitting down with food in front of them. They spoke to their neighboring clan members with happy smiles. Despite the building’s vast size, it was loud inside with so many people talking at once. Wu Jian could see his father, mother, and his father’s second wife sitting at the head table alongside the three elders.

His father’s name was Wu Yōushì, and he was a large man with broad shoulders, a thick chest, and powerful arms. His father’s long hair was tied into a topknot with a hairpin impaled through the middle. With a constantly brooding expression on his powerful-looking face, he appeared stern and uncompromising, with eyebrows like swords and a pointed beard. The hanfu he wore was red and white.

Several people spotted them as they walked into the dining hall. A few pointed and whispered, laughing afterward. They must have been making fun of Wu Jian’s appearance. It was something people often did, and while he was able to ignore it because it happened so often, it still hurt.

Wu Meiying kept a firm grip on his hand as she led him to where his father, mother, and his father’s second wife were sitting.

“Fùqīn,” Wu Jian said. He removed his hand from Wu Meiying’s, placed the fist of his right hand into the palm of his left, and bowed.

“Wu Jian. Were you out frolicking with Wu Meiying again? You know I do not approve of that,” his father said. His voice was deep like rumbling thunder. Wu Jian had once heard that his father had been called the Tiger of Shang in his youth because of how powerful he and his voice were.

“Hmph. That boy is always playing with Wu Meiying. I believe that is the reason his mannerisms are so much like a girl’s,” said Wu Taohua, his father’s second wife. Her skin was pure white, but Wu Jian knew that was because she wore a lot of makeup, unlike his mother, who preferred wearing no makeup. Her lips were painted bright red, and her hair was styled into a bun with several strands untied at the back. The headdress she wore was made of plated gold and looked like a dragon’s claw.

“Oh, go easy on him, you two,” said his mother. “These two have been close since the moment we adopted Mei’er into the clan. It is only natural that he would spend most of his time with her. Remember how they would always cry whenever we tried to separate them? Besides, they are both still young. I believe we should let children be children.”

While Wu Taohua wrinkled her nose like she had smelled something foul, his father sighed and offered his mother an indulgent smile. “I suppose it would not be the end of the world. However, I do wish Wu Jian would act in a manner that is more befitting his station. You understand, Wu Jian? You are the heir of the Wu Clan. That means you must be strong, you must be proud, and you must never bow to anyone who is not your father, your mother, or the emperor. We might be a small clan, but that does not mean we are not mighty.”

“Yes, Fùqīn,” Wu Jian said dutifully. He had heard all of this before. His father often told him that he should act more manly, that he should be bolder because that was more befitting the heir of the Wu Clan. He didn’t really agree with his father, but he knew better than to argue.

“Hmph. Go and eat your food, you two,” his father dismissed them.

“Yes, Shūshu.”

“Yes, Fùqīn.”

“Today’s dinner smells delicious,” Wu Meiying added as they left. His father shook his head and his mother smiled, while Wu Taohua and the three elders gave her a disapproving look.

Wu Meiying was often looked upon with mixed feelings by the rest of the Wu Clan. She was not a member of the clan by blood, which meant she was seen as less important than the sons and daughters of the clan, but she was very pretty, and many of the boys in the clan were infatuated with her appearance. Some of the adults had their eyes on her future development.

The continuation of family lines was an important tradition. However, it wasn’t enough to merely sire an heir. This was especially true for clans, even small ones like theirs. Great importance was placed on a number of factors when considering marriage: appearance, pedigree, and talent. This was done because clans wanted not only to continue the family line, but also to create a stronger next generation.

A beautiful person would always be looked upon more favorably than someone who was ugly. A person with a powerful pedigree had greater status and therefore greater wealth than someone who had none. And above all that was talent. Those who had a strong talent for cultivating were the cream of the crop for marriage candidates.

If someone had all three, they were perfect.

Wu Meiying possessed all three traits in spades. She was very pretty even by the Xiao Continent’s standards. She was the adopted daughter of the head clan, so she had the pedigree. And she was strong. Physical strength was a good determining factor for figuring out cultivation talent before a person could cultivate, and she had more strength than even most of the older boys.

The older men and women in the clan were waiting to see if Wu Meiying would be a good match for their sons. Like all clansmen, they were interested in further strengthening their position. They would gladly have their sons marry Wu Meiying if she could help them achieve greater status than they had now.

Dinner that evening was fried rice, Peking duck, and stinky tofu. Wu Jian was not a fan of the tofu because of how strongly it smelled. He preferred the duck and fried rice. However, Wu Meiying loved the tofu. She said the strong smell added to its flavor. He could admit it had a very strong flavor, but he also couldn’t say he liked how it tasted either.

The duck, on the other hand, was very good. It was served in bite-sized slices and rolled up in a wrap with salad and hoisin sauce. The flavor of the sauce complemented the duck, and the salad wrap cleansed the pallet so he could enjoy more food without having to deal with the strong aftertaste.

“Mmm. My compliments to the chef. This tofu is delicious,” Wu Meiying moaned happily around a mouthful of food. Her smile was so blissful that Wu Jian was almost tempted to believe the tofu was actually good. Almost.

“I don’t know how you can eat that,” Wu Jian said.

“I don’t know how you can not eat it,” she shot back.

“It smells.”

“Yes, it smells delicious.”

As Wu Jian spoke with Wu Meiying, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked around and found Wu Yong glaring at him. Before, whenever this happened, Wu Jian would always look away out of shame and fear. He was even about to do just that. But then he remembered what Wu Meiying had said to him in the hospital. He needed to be stronger. If he didn’t become stronger, the vision she had seen of him dying and her being taken would come to pass, and he did not want that. He was more afraid of losing Wu Meiying than he was of Wu Yong.

He met Wu Yong’s glare even though he wanted to look away. His body trembled, but he still held the older boy’s gaze. This caused Wu Yong’s face to turn red. He leaned over to whisper into Wu Fei’s ear. The other boy looked over at him, sneered, then whispered something back to Wu Yong. Wu Jian wondered what they were talking about, but his attention was pulled away when Wu Meiying held out her chopsticks.

“I know. Why don’t you try some of my tofu?”

“No, thanks.”

“Please? I insist.”

“No, thank you.”

“But…it would make me really happy if you ate my tofu. Please? Just try it.”

Wu Jian grimaced, but he couldn’t deny her when she looked at him with those big blue eyes that reminded him of a clear sky. He leaned over, opened his mouth, and allowed the girl to place her chopsticks holding the tofu into it. The food touched his tongue, and he couldn’t keep from grimacing.

Just like he’d thought, it tasted awful.