Blood Pill

Ivor looked at the younger generation of Ai's family, this included the patriarch and elders for him.

"Now that you know me, I want all of you to attack me with the intent to kill." Ivor said this seriously, he wanted to know this family's limit and hoped to see they weren't using his pets for their benefit.

An elite soldier of the Ai family walked forward, he cupped his hands and bowed at Ivor.

"I am named Silver Sword, I greet the great ancestor. Forgive me." then the man disappeared and appeared behind Ivor, he had not unsheathed his sword but using a scabbard instead.

Ivor did not turn around, instead, he tripped the man behind him with his stick.

"You cannot lose balance during a fight... I did say all of you to attack me." Ivor looked at the group of people with disappointment.

The next moment 30 guards and a few elders chose to attack in a battle formation, Root Strike.

These conceited spears and urumis, the urumis would strike the target in an unpredictable motion and the spears would be thrown in extreme wavering motion towards the target. This could overwhelm a larger group of people instantly.

Except for Ivor, he put his staff in front of him then he bashed the ground with it. The ground created a shock wave that made soldier lose their flow this allowed Ivor to take a chance to take out each individual quickly and the spearmen had given their spears away, also they had no time to take out their swords before being knocked out.

"Disappointing, this formation could be used better... you do know this formation needs the action of four people? not over thirty..." Ivor created this formation years ago out of his studies and gifted it to his disciple. He noticed Ai had changed it a bit, but these young people were disappointing.

"We will end this here, I want everyone meeting me at your training ground in two days..." Ivor walked towards Nellie, then he hopped onto his back.

"Take me to a place to rest." Nellie started to walk more to the centre of the area, disappearing from everyone's sight.

The unconscious people were waking up slowly, they weren't badly hurt but still were humiliated.

"It seems that we will receive training..." said the patriarch.

"To think, a person over fifty thousand years old would still be alive... do you think his aim is our family sword?" asked a guard.

"No, in our history text. Our Ancestor Ai explains that the sword was created by her grandfather." answered the patriarch.

"This may be a blessing or curse for our family." said an elder.

"He is our family." answered the patriarch back.

"Father... who was that man?" asked a teenage girl, she was the second daughter of the patriarch, she was called Ai Fen, while the patriarch had the name of Ai Hong.

"An old man, now which stage have you reached in Nature's Sword?" asked Ai Hong.

"I am only in the third stage." Answered Ai Fen in shame.

"Good, good... you will reach the fourth stage soon."

A few hours went by with everyone returning back to their original work.

...

Inside a big room, Ivor sat on a chair while Nellie had reduced in size and the rest were sitting next to Nellie.

"Leaving this realm will take few thousand years, there are currently two ways... One Destroy the chaotic core but it will kill millions of normal citizens, the second method is to create a gateway... This is the goal for now." Said, Ivor in a serious manner.

"I understand, what does master wish to do for the time being?" asked Nellie.

"I think I might establish a blacksmithing sect or association, not now but in the future."

2 days later there were five hundred people in the Ai family's training area, ranging from servant to ancestor.

Ivor was sitting on a chair that was placed on the higher-level floor of the training ground. He was looking at the people in front of him neatly lined up, the back were servants and at the front were the three ancestors.

"The reason you are here today is to be given a chance, I will give each individual a blood pill... This pill will boost the body's blood grade higher which could increase your over progress rate and strength."

Everyone stayed quiet, they did not believe him but they won't object.

Ivor then took 500 pills out of nowhere, this made many people confused since this move sounds like a cultivator from the legend.

"The pill grade will match the cultivation realm, this is to keep you from bursting."

First, a servant was sent by the patriarch to test it. The servant took a pill out of the lowest level, he had a first-grade body which was called a mortal body in this realm.

The servant took the pill, his face seemed to be in pain and his veins were popping out. The next few minutes the was screaming but it stopped. Everyone still looked at the servant, the man had a smile on his face.

"I did it! I have to reach body foundation stage, hahaha!" shouted servant in happiness then he fell onto the ground and bowed to Ivor smashing his forehead at the ground.

"Thank you Great-Immortal-Ancestor! Thank you! Thank you!" the man kept thanking him.

"Get up and go back to your post, Next!" said Ivor.

The reason Ivor was doing this was to compensate his disciple who sacrificed herself to come here and find him, he checked the system and there was notification of her passing away from old age.

Ivor had decided he will give the family twice a month training for the younger generation to give them a strong martial foundation for the next few years.

Ivor also found about bloodlines they were rated: Broken, Poor, Lower-Average, Average, Upper-Average, Higher, Lower-Earth, Earth, Upper-Earth.

These were levels for now he knew, he managed to get his bloodline to Average, he never knew but he originally had a poor bloodline. There could be special people with beast bloodlines however they were rare.

Ivor learned that Ai had a beast bloodline which was ranked Upper-earth, unfortunately, the bloodline has degraded to lower-average at the current lineage.

The highest cultivator in the Ai family made it to sixth grade which is very respected and now he has reached the peak stage.

The day ended everyone went their own ways and Ivor returned, he wanted to improve his body condition with cultivation technique. He found out the strongest cultivator known publicly is the 8th-grade demon, Blade Demon. He was not named this because of a weapon but his hands were blades however he served someone which meant there were stronger people in this continent.

Ivor no longer wishes to fight but he wants sufficient strength to smith in peace.