Genius Mage in a Cultivation World

'Just who the hell are they?' After looking at the weird scene playing out before his eyes, Ation glanced at the dead body he was carrying.

Initially enraged by an unexpected casualty, just a single look at the situation that he had before even appearing was enough to understand it was the will of Spirits.

Because the bolt wasn't carried out by the ill intentions. Looking at how the female was too petrified to even speak up, looking at how panicked her male companion was… But despite how clearly disturbed they were, Ation didn't dare to let his guard down for two reasons.

'First, we still don't know what happened to all of us.' Calmly analyzing the situation, he took a moment to stare deeper at the face of those strange foreigners. But more than their expression, Ation looked at how the world reacted to their presence.

From the man, there was some kind of familiar feeling to his aura. While the Inter was pretty sure it wasn't celestial power powering it, there was something far more gentle, far more natural to this man's strength.

But it was actually the female that forced him to be serious. Because around her skin, the air appeared to be constantly vibrating, unsettled by the innate strength behind even the tiniest of her moves.

This level of pure strength, only a few ever managed to obtain.

"Thank God that we can understand each other!" Raising his hands to the skies, the man uttered. His face relaxed, allowing him to put a smile on his lips for the first time since Ation saw them.

"Who are you, and what brings you here?" Now that the language barrier was broken, Ation also calmed down a bit. As soon as he asked the question, he lowered himself on the knees, only to gently lay the dead body underneath a nearby bush. Closing the poor man's eyes with a slow shave of his hand, he then raised his eyes back at the strange duo, clearly expecting an answer.

"We… Well, it's just a ***** of mine, but I believe we are your ***********. Not direct," Ation slightly squinted his eyes. 'It seems it's not the same, exact language…' More feeling rather than noticing Inter's confusion, the man stopped only to explain. "***********, Kids, Bloodline, Offspring."

Hearing the news, even Ation wavered as his knees weakened out. A few days earlier, and he would laugh at such an insane idea. But not after what happened two days ago.

His host, among many others, was moved to a place far away from their leader. After the initial confusion and cleaning up the ranks, they somehow managed to receive a mental message from the clan's sage.

"Converge here." Even though it sounded ambiguous, everyone of the Gener clan could feel the direction the order was pushing them towards. Rather than just words, it was an innate compulsion, but so slight that it could only show them the way.

And for this reason, Ation and the people he organised under his wing travelled tirelessly through those dense forests, while constantly repelling the attacks of wandering celestials.

'It's hard not to figure it out…' Glancing at the duo of the strangers before him, Ation shook his head before waving his hand. All at once, not only those already present in the clearing lowered down their arms, but all of the warriors in hiding just behind the tree-line relaxed as well.

"What is wrong with her? Go check her out." Pointing his hand at the unconscious girl, Ation even forced his lips to form a gentle smile. He could clearly see how anxious the man was to support his companion.

"Thank you, sir." That, for some reason, Ation could perfectly understand.

'Strange…' While the clues were right in front of his eyes, the Inter of the Gener clan simply refused to believe in how ridiculous the situation was. 'First, we appear in this strange place, now those two claiming to be our descendants… Ah!' Suddenly realising what the word he didn't understand earlier could mean, Ation cast a sharp look at the duo struggling on the ground.

Soon, the man managed to somehow pull the girl's mind out of the abyss. In the instant her consciousness returned, her body sprang up.

'So quick!' Almost retreating by a step from the sheer threat in such a speed, Ation tensed his muscled. In the end, he couldn't be careless with them yet.

Her head moved sharply. Her eyes instantly targeted the leader of the clansmen. 'No, not me in person, but my arm?' Noticing how still her eyes were, Ation quickly calculated in his mind. Looking down at his own body, he noticed what could be drawing her attention.

"Ah, this?" Bringing his right shoulder to the front, Ation pulled up the fur that covered it. Underneath, an image of a snake suckling at its own tail. "I just lost a bet while drunk, it's nothing to be boastful about." Trying to ease the tension, Ation laughed the topic off.

But it made the girl tremble in agitation in return.

"This…" Initially looking forward to Ation's explanation, the man's expression soured as he heard his words. Slightly to the side, the girl hung her head down. Bringing her trembling hand up, she caught the small hole of cleavage on her armour, before pulling it to the side.

Bringing the hardened cloth down her right shoulder, she exposed the patch of her skin above the side of her chest.

And the same crest that Ation had tattooed on himself, was haphazardly carved out directly in the girl's skin. Covering the ugliness of the uneven scars, a faint, reddish pain.

"What does it…?" Shaken by the revelation, Ation momentarily lost his composure. Given what happened to them, he could believe that someone from the future came to this place as well. 'But are they my actual successors? And what's with this ugly scar?!'

"In simple words, she is one of the few remaining successors of your clan's legendary bloodline." Rising from the ground, the man helped his female companion up as well.

"This mark…" Speaking up for the very first time since the encounter started, the female raised her eyes at the man with all kinds of feelings mixed in them. "Is given to every remaining holder of the ancestral bloodlines."

Taking a step forward, the female bit on her lips, before lowering her head down and exclaiming.

"Junior Yelna greets the ancestor."