Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!

For a full ten minutes, Ethan was astonished. At this rate of descent, they must have covered dozens of miles, right? Just how deep was this place? Was the Silverwood family's Hidden Territory really this vast?

Just as he was pondering, his body jolted. The giant dragon's speed slowed, and its body leveled out again. Slowly, Ethan noticed a vast expanse of shimmering blue beneath them. He couldn't tell if it was a sea or a lake. Either way, it stretched endlessly. As they drew closer, a small island emerged from the water.

Seeing this, Ethan was taken aback. This looked remarkably similar to his own Mindscape. Even the island's center had a large gate, just like his.

This…

After landing, Ethan stood rooted to the spot. He stared at the tightly shut gate, its patterns already petrified. Upon closer inspection, they resembled a small sword. Recalling the Gate of Ascension in his own Mindscape, which was entwined with vines, Ethan speculated—could it be…? Was this truly within the Mindscape of some powerful being, which eventually transformed into a Hidden Territory?

The others dispersed, checking various areas. Matriarch Whitmore, however, beckoned to him.

Ethan walked over to her. The old matriarch whispered, "Kid, you've opened your Mindscape, haven't you?"

"Mm…" Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Upon receiving confirmation, Matriarch Whitmore smiled.

"Grandma, this place…" Ethan wanted to confirm his thoughts.

But the old matriarch simply patted him, then turned and walked toward the large gate.

Boom—

Just as Matriarch Whitmore turned, a thunderous explosion erupted from the other side of the gate. A figure flew out. It was Bryan. He had somehow slipped away to the back of the gate. Now, he was spewing blood, his chest caved in.

Everyone rushed over, gathering together. They stared at the area as if facing a formidable enemy.

The next moment, Ethan saw a figure flash past… His body trembled, and he surged forward. Ethan's speed was incredible. He grabbed the person's collar.

"Ninth Granduncle… Where's Lyla?"

The latter pushed out a palm.

"I… you… damn…"

Just as it was about to reach Ethan's chest, the person forcefully reined in the attack.

"You brat, are you trying to die?" he roared, his face alternating between red and pale.

This person was none other than Donovan Silverwood, who had been missing for two days. The forced retraction of his attack left him breathless.

"Where's Lyla?" Ethan tugged hard on his collar.

"You damn brat, let go!" Donovan Silverwood glared.

"Uh…" Ethan realized his impropriety and awkwardly released his grip.

The other man rolled his eyes at him, then pointed behind him.

Ethan's heart, with that single gesture, nearly leapt out of his chest. Lyla was indeed with Donovan. He lifted his leg to walk back.

Before he could take a step, his collar was seized.

"Hold on, don't go yet. Lyla's dispelling the cold poison, and she's not wearing any clothes…"

"What?" Ethan's eyes widened.

"W-hat, what? What did you say? She's been naked…"

Whoosh—

Ethan shot forward, heading straight for Bryan, who was lying half-dead on the ground.

Pop… Pop…

A kick landed squarely on his groin, followed by two sounds like egg yolks bursting.

Every male present instinctively clamped their legs together. All the women, including Matriarch Whitmore, quickly averted their eyes.

Grandmaster Quinn's fingers twitched, his face filled with fury. Bobby, standing beside him, also twitched, then grabbed Grandmaster Quinn's arm.

"Ah…" Bryan, who had been unconscious, let out a scream and sat upright, but the scream was cut short. His body swayed, and he fainted again.

"…Almost!"

At this moment, Donovan's words had just finished. Ethan's second kick hung suspended inches from Bryan's face.

"Did he see anything or not?" Ethan's eyes were bloodshot. He roared at Donovan, already frustrated by his long pauses,

"Uh… probably… didn't see clearly!" the old man looked sheepish.

Ethan no longer listened to his nonsense and flashed past the gate.

Not far behind the gate was a dense cluster of flowers. Ethan saw the person he had longed for day and night. At this moment, only Lyla's nose and above were visible above the sea of flowers. Waves of white mist rose from below.

Seeing this, Ethan thought: You old bastard,lp you tricked me! Who could see anything clearly like this?

With a trembling heart, he slowly walked toward the sea pool of flowers.

On the other side of the gate, Grandmaster Quinn looked at Bryan, who was lying on the ground. Then he looked up toward the gate, his face filled with anger. Although Ethan had saved his life, that kick had also potentially ruined Bryan's future.

How was he supposed to settle this score?

For a moment, Grandmaster Quinn couldn't figure it out.

Evelyn knelt beside the half-dead Bryan, her face flushed as she worked. Regardless, the person still needed to be saved. However, the location of his injury made it difficult for Evelyn to operate. She remotely controlled her Energy to hastily stop the bleeding, then went to check his chest injury.

Bobby stood beside Grandmaster Quinn, hesitant to speak. Finally, he made up his mind and pulled him aside.

"What are you doing?" The old man was still fuming.

"Grandpa… I think we should just let this go!" Bobby said cautiously.

"Let it go? That's your older brother… although… sigh."

In truth, the old man knew what was what. But his grandson had been crippled, and he couldn't get over it.

"Anyway… anyway… Big Brother… already has descendants. So, crippling him is fine. It saves him from harming others and disgracing the Quinn family!"

Bobby spoke more and more smoothly, as if he had made up his mind.

"What do you mean? Your older brother isn't even married yet. Where would he get descendants?"

Grandmaster Quinn, as if guessing something, put away his anger. As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. The old man knew very well what kind of person Bryan's father was.

"Uh…" When asked this, Bobby didn't know how to continue.

"Speak quickly, you brat! You clearly have extraordinary talent, but it's this hesitant nature that prevents you from making progress in the path of Chess!" the old man glared.

"Actually, my… eleventh brother and twelfth sister… should be… my nephew and niece," Bobby, gritting his teeth, whispered the secret he knew.

"What did you say?!" Grandmaster Quinn roared, startling Bobby.

Grandmaster Quinn's eyes nearly popped out. His father only went around messing with other people's daughters. Then… this brat Bryan… did he do the unthinkable?

If this was what he was thinking, then it meant he was messing with his own family! He even had offspring, and made his own father raise them…

A murderous intent flashed through Grandmaster Quinn's mind. This little bastard…

Everyone gathered around Donovan Silverwood and Matriarch Whitmore in the distance couldn't help but look over. Even Ethan, behind the gate, heard the shout.

He looked back, then recoiled, thinking: 'This old man, he's not going to come after me, is he?'

Lyla was dispelling the cold energy, and he didn't know when she would be finished.

'Should I go back and apologize to him?'

Just as Ethan was thinking—

"Ethan" An angelic voice sounded.

Ethan instantly turned around. He was met with a face as beautiful as a celestial being in a painting, now close to his own. Two slender arms, while Ethan was still in a daze, wrapped around his neck. Next, a touch of coolness met his lips.

Whoosh—

An indescribable flame shot from Ethan's toes to the top of his head. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling the beloved girl he had been separated from for so long into his embrace.