Chapter 1036: Chapter 1023: If It’s the Elder Brother, Then There’s No Problem Chapter 1036: Chapter 1023: If It’s the Elder Brother, Then There’s No Problem Muria, who was originally busy researching the corpses of Different Species generals, stood up speechlessly and looked at the elder who followed him scolding the three Titled Star Armor Masters below like they were his grandsons. He felt utterly speechless.

He thought of an idiom that was very suitable for the current situation: “borrowing the tiger’s fierceness.” Without asking, Muria knew that the elder must be extremely pleased at the moment.

As an “ordinary” person who was not a Titled Star Armor Master, the elder could freely scold the other three Titled Star Armor Masters who dared not talk back. This was indeed a rare experience.

“Not only did you fail to arrive at the battlefield on time to provide support, but even after you were delayed, you did not fulfill your duty as allies; instead, you attacked us. You must compensate us for this.”

The elder, who had completely submitted to Muria’s authority, looked at the three fumbling Titled Star Armor Masters in front of him, putting on full display the dignity of an elder from a Great family.

In the past, when he, as an elder from a top Great family, interacted with Titled Star Armor Masters, they might have respected his identity on the surface, but that respect was only superficial. In essence, they did not take him to heart.

Of course, he was aware that these three Titled Star Armor Masters still did not take him seriously. However, now that he had Muria—an existence capable of dispatching five Different Species generals in a quarter of an hour—all three Titled Star Armor Masters bowed their heads in the most humble manner.

He knew these people were only respectful in appearance and not in heart. But that was okay; he only needed their outward submission. This was enough for him to feel delighted for a long time; he wanted their compliance, not their hearts.

“Step back.” After waiting for the elder to have his fill, Muria, who had thoroughly researched the corpses of the Different Species generals, gestured for the three Titled Star Armor Masters to withdraw.

Although what they did was despicable, Muria had no intention of holding a grudge. Putting himself in their shoes, if he were asked to march to his death for a stranger, he would probably also be reluctant. There was no acquaintance, no friendship, so why gamble with one’s life for someone else?

The three Titled Star Armor Masters, who had initially been jittery, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Muria speak. What they had done earlier was indeed underhanded. If Muria had decided to pursue the matter, considering the strength he had just demonstrated, they probably would have been in deep trouble.

But given Muria’s current attitude, they reckoned there wouldn’t be any issues. So, the three of them immediately vanished from Muria’s sight and went to reorganize their Legion, which Muria had left in disarray.

“Jelos, the Clan Head and the other elders would like to have a word with you.” When Muria climbed down from the pile of corpses made from Descended Seeds, the elder who followed him came to his side and handed him the Communicator.

“Clan Head,” Muria greeted the stern, albeit slightly anxious face on the communicator.

“Jelos, are you hurt at all!” The Clan Head, whose visage was usually very composed, couldn’t help but ask anxiously upon seeing Muria for the first time.

Although, partly due to Muria’s influence, he had become the strongest candidate for the next Clan Head, directly threatening his current position. Voices had appeared within the Clan calling for him to abdicate in favor of more capable members.

However, this did not mean he wished for any trouble to befall Muria. He was the head of the Douglas family, and his sole objective was to ensure the Douglas family’s current prosperity and lead it to develop faster and better.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Upon receiving Muria’s firm response, the Clan Head sighed in relief. He genuinely worried about Muria’s safety, as Muria could lead the family to an even more glorious future.

“Since you are fine, then I and the other elders have some questions to ask you, to confirm a few things.”

“Hmm!”

“Just now, many members of the Clan who had received your Martial Dao Seeds reported to the Clan a mysterious loss of strength. We were wondering why this was happening, but considering the timing of your encounter and battle with the Descended Seeds, this change should be related to you, right?”

“That’s right,” Muria nodded, “I accidentally discovered a new trait of my Dharma Appearance during the battle, which allows me to draw upon the qi refined by those who have received my strength. Since it was my first experiment, I didn’t control it well.”

“So you’re saying, this battle you marshaled the qi of the Clan members who had previously received your strength, correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct.” Muria nodded, knowing that his achievements in this battle were indeed astonishing to outsiders, so he now needed to find a reason that seemed plausible to them.

Without a doubt, the unique trait of his Dharma Appearance had allowed him to consolidate the strength of nearly a thousand Douglas family members into himself, then defeat the five Different Species generals. This was a very rational explanation.

“Drawing upon and utilizing the qi of those who founded their strength upon yours, is this the power of your Dharma Appearance? Why hadn’t we noticed it before?” the Clan Head asked with some enthusiasm.

“It might be because there hasn’t been a life-and-death battle like the one today,” Muria smiled, but he wouldn’t tell the clan leader that if he had been the one fighting, the duration of the battle would have been halved.

“Such a pity, If we had known earlier about the unique properties of your Dharma Appearance, the clan would have arranged for you to plant more Martial Dao Seeds.” After hearing Muria’s words, the clan leader shook his head and sighed, “That way, you would have had stronger self-protection capabilities.”

“My current self-protection capabilities are sufficient.” Muria looked at the clan leader, who was scheming for his benefit, and was inwardly pleased; indeed, he had reincarnated into a fine clan.

“Yes, indeed, with your current combat power, you certainly have more than enough ability to protect yourself. But remember what you told us, when faced with danger, try to avoid it as much as possible; don’t rush in headlong.”

The clan leader looked around, and Muria guessed he must still be in the clan’s conference room, probably surrounded by elders, given that Muria’s recent battle had affected faraway kinfolks across thousands of miles.

This impact was indeed somewhat bad; unless unexpected, those clan members who had their strength extracted by Muria would be exceptionally terrified, and the clan would need to spend time consoling them and providing a reasonable explanation.

“I’m aware of that.” Muria thought about the consequences of letting his Dharma Appearance defend autonomously this time; it was a problem that must be solved to prevent significant risks.

“Right, explain to those of our kin who have received my power that today was the first time, so I didn’t control the Dharma Appearance well. In the future, if I need to borrow their strength, I will ask them,” Muria added.

“That won’t be necessary. If you encounter an emergency like today again, immediately extract and commandeer the power without hesitation; the clan will take care of everything for you,” the clan chief responded.

“No, I still need to say this; nobody likes an unstable power,” Muria replied.

“Hmm, that’s indeed not good. Here’s what we’ll do: after the meeting, the clan will discuss and find a solution to this issue. My idea is to select a group of people to receive your power and cultivate for you, so when you need strength for battle, you can freely extract the power they have cultivated,” the clan leader suggested.

Muria raised an eyebrow at the clan leader’s suggestion, thinking it seemed like they wanted to make him a batch of human batteries, “This sort of thing probably has to wait until I return before it can be managed, right?”

“There’s no need to wait; we will discuss and come up with a solution as quickly as possible. If needed, we will send people over to you. After you have endowed them with power seeds, they will be sent back,” the clan leader’s plan was very clear and well thought out; he had already envisioned how to execute the entire scheme.

“Alright, you discuss it; I still have some matters to handle.” Muria had not forgotten that he was the organizer of the Federation’s support this time.

“Go ahead, and be busy with your tasks. Remember, be careful in all things, and always prioritize your safety,” the clan leader reminded Muria, even as the conversation drew to a close.

“Okay!” Muria replied before shutting off the communicator and handing it back to an elder nearby.

“I’ll go check on my little sister and the others; I’ve extracted their strength as well.”

“Alright, I’ll handle these matters; you go,” responded one of the elders delegated by the clan to manage such trifling tasks for Muria, providing a prompt reply.

…

“I feel the Qi in my body rapidly draining; has something happened to Brother?” In the carriage next to Muria’s, Daisy, Victor, and a group of thirteen others lay on their seats, their faces noticeably pale.

“According to information from the Empire, five generals leading Different Species elites broke through our defenses and are heading straight for our destination, attempting to attack us. Jelos has already gone up to confront them; your current condition is likely because he is in battle,” explained a mature-looking young man from the same clan elite, who was in the same carriage as them. He regarded them with a deeply hidden look of anxiety on his face.

“So Brother is in battle? That means we’re assisting him in a different way, isn’t that great!” Daisy, realizing why the strength was draining from her body, smiled, unfazed by Muria using her power.

“Big brother, you must win. If you don’t, we’re all done for,” Victor moaned weakly from his seat, feeling as if his body had been hollowed out. Martial Dao Qi was an alternative manifestation of life, and the massive loss of Qi was distressingly uncomfortable.

“What do you mean ‘done for’?” Just then, the carriage door suddenly opened, and a tall, slender young man with black hair and handsome features walked in, feigning confusion as he asked.

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