The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

The next day arrived, and as soon as Sam woke up, he reached for his phone and began scrolling through all of his social media accounts. After finding nothing new or exciting, he plugged his phone into the charger.

However, as he stood there, he suddly froze, a crucial realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning. He called out, "Codex?"

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[ Master: Sam Flareheart ]

[ Status: Confused, Healthy, Bloodlines suppressed, Weak ]

[ Titles: Master Of The Codex Of The Supreme Immortals ]

[ Age: 8 ]

[ Inheritance: None ]

[ Cultivation: None ]

[ Body Cultivation: None ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon (Unawaked) ]

[ Bloodline(s): Froz Abyssal Dragon Bloodline (Unawaked), Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline (Unawaked)]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Ice-Fire Spiritual Veins]

[ Innate Abilities: Devour (unawaked) ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis (Unawaked), Pyrokinesis (unawaked) ]

[ Physique: None]

[ Divine Powers: None ]

[ Cultivation Method: None ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: None ]

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His mind raced as he reflected on the evts of the previous day. "So, it wasn't a dream after all," Sam sighed in amazemt.

With his initial shock subsiding, he proceeded with his morning routine.

He brushed his teeth and took a refreshing shower, and since it was a weekd with no college to attd, he found himself with the freedom to explore and learn more about his new circumstances.

Sam chose a black V-neck T-shirt and paired it with shorts before making his way downstairs to the dining room.

Their two-story house had a spacious layout. The g floor consisted of a large kitch, two bedrooms with attached toilets, and a comfortable dining hall. On the first floor, there were two more sizable bedrooms. One of them had an attached toilet, while the other featured a lavishly spacious bathroom that could accommodate a group of people at once.

Upon tering the dining room, Sam noticed his mother was already hard at work preparing breakfast. He took a seat at the dining table and patitly waited.

Soon ough, his Aunt Lor joined them in the dining room, taking a seat opposite Sam and providing him with a rather clear view of her assets.

"Good morning, Aunt Lor," Sam greeted.

"Good morning, dear," she replied with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure did," Sam replied with a nod.

After taking a momt to gather his thoughts, he turned to Aunt Lor with a curious expression and asked, "Aunt Lor, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, dear," she replied.

"Have you ever heard of dragons?" Sam inquired innoctly, wearing a smile as though he were merely asking a casual question.

"D-Dragons?" Aunt Lor stammered in surprise, her reaction causing ev Sam's mother, who had be busy cooking, to pause momtarily and eavesdrop on their conversation. While it seemed like a random question, neither Aunt Lor nor Sam's mother expected him to ask about dragons, of all things.

"Have you?" Sam pressed his aunt with curiosity, leaning slightly forward in his chair.

"No, I don't know anything about them," Aunt Lor replied, her initial surprise gradually fading.

"Okay," Sam replied casually as if it were just a passing thought.

"Why do you ask?" Aunt Lor couldn't help but inquire further, wanting to understand the reason behind her nephew's sudd interest in dragons.

"Oh, it's nothing. I've be having some dreams about dragons, that's all," Sam explained nonchalantly, downplaying the significance of his inquiry.

His aunt and mother sighed with relief. For a momt, they had worried that Sam might have somehow learned about his lineage and the secrets of the other worlds.

However, it seemed that their concerns were unfounded. Sam had indeed learned some things about his lineage, but he remained blissfully unaware of the broader mysteries of the other worlds.

"Codex, can you display their status?" Sam inquired.

Instantly, a scre materialized in front of Sam, showcasing their statuses.

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[ Name: Lorraine Hailstorm ]

[ Status: Confused, Weaked , Frustrated]

[ Titles: Second Princess of the Hailstorm Clan ]

[ Age: 0000+ ]

[ Inheritance: None ]

[ Cultivation: Sage realm (Upper) (Sealed) ]

[ Body Cultivation: Marrow Cleansing Realm ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Froz Abyssal Dragon Bloodline ]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Ice Spiritual Veins ]

[ Innate Abilities: None ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis (Weaked) ]

[ Physique: Icicle Frostweaver Body]

[ Divine Powers: None ]

[ Cultivation Method: Hoarfrost Ascsion Art ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Nine Dragon Body Refining Scripture (Stage - 4) ]

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"Whoa, I have no idea what everything here means. I'm damn sure she is super strong," Sam muttered, his eyes fixed on the scre that displayed his Aunt Lor's status.

His aunt, who was usually cheerful and loved to tease him, was evidtly someone with immse strgth and status.

"Second princess of Hailstorm Clan? What does this mean?" he wondered aloud.

His curiosity piqued, he turned his atttion to his mother and oped her status on the Codex.

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[ Name: Hela Hailstorm ]

[ Status: Confused, Weaked, Frustrated, Suspicious of her son]

[ Titles: First Princess of the Hailstorm Clan ]

[ Age: 0000+ ]

[ Inheritance: None ]

[ Cultivation: Great Sage Realm (Upper) (Sealed)]

[ Body Cultivation: Marrow Cleansing Realm ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Froz Abyssal Dragon Bloodline ]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Ice Spiritual Veins]

[ Innate Abilities: None ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis (Weaked) ]

[ Physique: None ]

[ Divine Powers: Total Fire immunity ]

[ Cultivation Method: Froz Lotus Blossom Sutra ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Nine Dragon Body Refining Scripture (Stage - 4) ]

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"Looks like I have to have a very serious talk with Mom and Aunt now," Sam thought, his gaze shifting betwe his mother and Aunt, who ssed his scrutiny and turned their atttion toward him.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, and the silce hung heavy in the air. It was clear that something needed to be addressed.

As they sat down to eat breakfast, neither Sam's mother nor Aunt Lor spoke. An unusual tsion settled over the dining table, and Sam couldn't bear it any longer.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silce, Sam finally mustered the courage to speak up. He directed his question to his mother with a determined yet concerned expression on his face.

"Mom, tell me the truth about everything."