In the vast and mystical world of True Martial, within the Eastern Profound Domain, lay the secluded Fang Clan. Inside a grand hall, more than ten ethereal figures of elderly individuals materialized, their presence exuding an overwhelming aura that sent shivers down the spine.

Today marked the Fang Clan's talent assessment, a pivotal event that would determine the allocation of resources for their young prodigies and shape their future paths.

"The young clan leader, Fang Chen, has shown somewhat mediocre talent. Despite countless resources and three years of medicinal baths, his foundational cultivation has been surpassed by several members of the branch families," one of the elders remarked.

"After today's assessment, we might consider selecting a new young clan leader, someone who can lead the Fang Clan back to its ancient glory," the Grand Elder, seated at the head of the hall, slowly opened his eyes and spoke in a deep, resonant voice that echoed throughout the chamber.

Several of the main lineage elders exchanged startled glances, their pupils contracting in surprise. They hadn't anticipated the Grand Elder would make his move so swiftly.

His own grandson, born with the physique of a saint, had caused astonishing celestial phenomena at his birth, with a radiant sun-like apparition hanging in the sky. Over the past three years, he had reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment stage, showcasing unparalleled talent.

In contrast, Fang Chen, the son of the current clan leader, had shown little progress despite the medicinal baths. His meridians remained blocked during body tempering, and he had only reached the third level of Body Tempering.

Of course, this didn't mean Fang Chen was a lost cause. There had been an ancestor who awakened his talent, activated the ancestral bloodline, achieved a saintly physique, and eventually dominated an era, becoming invincible in the True Martial world.

However, throughout the Fang Clan's long history, such a figure had appeared only once.

This was precisely why the Grand Elder dared to make his move here. Moreover, the direct-line elders within the clan, as well as the clan leader, Fang Wu, would find it impossible to refute him. The Grand Elder had not spoken in absolutes; he was merely acting in accordance with the clan's rules—those who were capable would rise, while the weak would fall.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A group of children, delicate as porcelain dolls, entered the grand hall. Though none of them were older than eight, the sheer vitality within their bodies was astonishing, as if it could burst forth at any moment. They were like young beasts, brimming with raw power. After all, even though the Fang family had retreated from the world, they remained one of the dominant forces in this realm, with a history of unparalleled glory.

Standing at the forefront, Fang Chen naturally overheard the Grand Elder's earlier words. A faint, bitter smile appeared on his young face. He felt helpless, for this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Eight years ago, when he had arrived in this world with his memories intact and discovered that his meridians were unable to function properly, he had already prepared himself for this reality. Yet, he had never given up, striving tirelessly all these years. However, it seemed that fate had not favored him.

Of course, given his status, as long as the direct line of the family remained intact, he could live a life of comfort and wealth, free from worry. But... since he had been thrust into this vast and tumultuous world, he naturally felt compelled to fight with all his might. At the very least, he would have no regrets.

"Ding. The Striving System has found a suitable host. Would you like to bind?"

Just as Fang Chen was lost in thought, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Is this... a system?" Fang Chen, who was preparing for his final stand, was utterly dumbfounded.

Having transmigrated eight years ago, he had often fantasized about the appearance of a "golden finger" in his moments of despair. Yet, he never expected it to manifest at such a critical juncture!

Overwhelmed with excitement, he called out in his mind, "Bind it, bind it immediately!"

"Ding! The 'Too Talented System' has successfully bound to host Fang Chen."

"Ding! Your cultivation talent, sensing that host Fang Chen is only at the Body Tempering stage and as weak as a kitten, feels indignant and begins to explore the bloodline within, activating ancestral awakening..."

"Please wait, host..."

Fang Chen immersed himself completely. The spiritual energy within his body began to circulate, and his meridians, once blocked, now felt as if they were flowing freely, bringing a sense of clarity and enlightenment.

However... this scene did not escape the notice of the elders.

"Alas, it seems young Chen has already given up, lacking the confidence to compete with Fang Shaoqin."

"There's nothing we can do. The clan leader has been in the forbidden land for three years, and the elder assisting his grandson's rise to power is within the rules. What can we say?"

"The heart of a warrior is already lost; the outcome is now inevitable!"

Many of the clan elders had initially hoped to contest the matter, believing that as long as Fang Shaoqin's talent wasn't too outrageous, they could delay things until the clan leader returned. But seeing Fang Chen's resigned demeanor, they too felt disheartened.

The Grand Elder's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he surveyed the scene below. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the hall.

"A warrior must strive for greatness. Since you believe you are capable, Shaoqin, step forward and demonstrate your talent to the elders. Let them see if you have what it takes to shoulder the future of the Fang family!"

He had once fought for this very opportunity, only to be defeated. Now, with his own grandson having a chance, he was determined to seize it, even if it meant offending the clan leader. He needed the Fang family's top resources to nurture his grandson.

"Grandson obeys your command. I will bring honor to our Fang family!" Shaoqin declared with determination.

"To sit in this position is to bear its responsibilities," the Grand Elder added.

At the forefront, a young boy merely glanced at Fang Chen, the young clan leader. He found Fang Chen too weak, hardly worth his time. It was only out of respect for his grandfather's command that he chose to step forward and challenge Fang Chen.

With a firm stride, he walked to the center of the grand hall, his expression resolute as he faced the elders.

From the moment of his birth, his potential had been evident. At the very least, he possessed a Dao Body, and possibly even the legendary Saint Body. However, before the age of eight, such abilities could not be fully manifested due to the fragility of his physical form.

Thus, he was confident in his ability to claim the position of young clan leader. This was also why the other elders of the direct lineage remained silent.

In comparison, Fang Chen indeed struggled to hold his ground. Even if the clan leader returned, the situation would remain unchanged. Fang Chen lacked both the strength and the innate talent required for such a role.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

An ancient and mysterious formation suddenly emerged from the ground, its intricate patterns swirling and dancing before settling around Fang Shaoqin. In an instant, the temperature inside the grand hall skyrocketed, becoming unbearably hot, as if they were trapped inside a blazing furnace.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Within the formation, a resonant hum filled the air, carrying with it an aura of antiquity, as if it had flowed out from the river of time itself. Fang Shaoqin sat cross-legged at the center, his eyes tightly shut. Behind him, a radiant sun appeared, suspended in mid-air.

The faces of the elders turned pale, and they gasped in astonishment.

"The Holy Body... the Celestial Sun Holy Body!"

"Has Fang Shaoqin's bloodline awakened its ancestral power? This is the same constitution as our Second Ancestor! In this lifetime... perhaps our Fang family will once again rise to prominence in the True Martial World!"

The Second Ancestor of ancient times was a figure of immense power, surpassing even the Saint Realm. His reputation extended far beyond the True Martial World, and his might had once silenced many powerful clans, leaving them too intimidated to speak out.

Now that Fang Shaoqin had awakened the Celestial Sun Holy Body, the Fang family might even emerge from seclusion to secure unparalleled treasures for him, paving the way for his future.

The elders of the main lineage let out a soft sigh. Though they were pleased, they couldn't help but wish that it was the young clan leader, Fang Chen, who had inherited the Celestial Sun Holy Body. Now, all they could do was ensure Fang Chen lived a life of comfort and wealth.

Meanwhile, inside the grand hall, Fang Chen's mind was once again filled with the voice of the system.

"Ding! Cultivation talent... not satisfied!"