After Arya came back from performing his Blood Awakening, he saw his mother waiting impatiently. Her eyes flickered with worry, and her hands were clenched tightly—was she concerned for him, or was she just eager to know the results?
"Mother!" Arya called out.
Seeing the tension on her face, he couldn't hold back. He stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
"Arya," Linda murmured, her voice soft yet urgent as she hugged him back. "Tell your mother about your results. Can you cultivate? And if so, what is your element? Did you find out about your weapon?"
Arya hesitated for a moment. "Mom, don't worry. I can cultivate elemental energy, and my element is..."
He stopped abruptly. He was just about to reveal his dual elements, but his father's words echoed in his mind: "You must not tell anyone—not even your mother."
His chest tightened. Why did his father want this secret kept so badly? His mother had always been there for him—shouldn't she know the truth?
He swallowed hard and made his decision. Father must have a reason.
"My element is Fire," he finally said. "And about my Seed Weapon… it looks like a metal rod."
He glanced at his mother, watching her expression carefully. For a second, there was silence—then her beautiful face lit up with joy, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement.
"What?! You possess the Fire element?" Linda gasped, gripping his arms. "I knew it! My son has excellent talent and a bright future!"
Arya blinked, confused. His father had reacted the same way. The elders too. And now his mother?
"Mom, why is everyone so excited when they hear I have Fire element?" he asked, frowning. "First Father, then the elders, and now you. Isn't possessing Fire normal?"
Linda chuckled, shaking her head. "Haha, don't worry, my son. This is not just about you—it's about all of us. This news is a beacon of hope for our entire village, and it's connected to our history. I won't overwhelm you with everything just yet, but I can tell you one thing.
"Our ancestors' main bloodline has always possessed the Fire element. Only when a direct descendant of that bloodline has Fire can the ancestors' inheritance be passed down."
Arya's breath caught. Inheritance?
Linda's voice softened. "For the past few hundred years, we haven't had a successor. There was one Fire element possessor a few centuries ago, but his cultivation affinity was too weak. Because of that, our once-powerful clan declined into what we are today—a mere village.
"But your father carries the pure ancestral bloodline. And now, you have inherited the Fire element as well." She smiled warmly, pride evident in her gaze. "This means you are eligible to receive the ancestors' inheritance. That is why everyone is so happy—because this is not just about you. It's about all of us."
Arya lowered his gaze, digesting her words. His heart pounded in his chest. This… this was bigger than he thought.
"You don't need to think too much about it now," Linda said gently. "Your father will explain everything to you soon. For now, just rest."
But Arya knew there would be no rest for him tonight.
The weight of two secrets pressed heavily on him—one he had just learned, and one he was keeping to himself. His dual elements…
He clenched his fists. His second element might be just as important as the Fire element. Maybe even more.
He didn't know what the future held, but one thing was clear: this life was nothing like the ones before. This time, fate was on his side.
And he would not waste this chance.