Chapter 21: The Origin of Totem Innate Divine Ability

  At noon, the bright sunlight shone directly into the courtyard.

  "Hmm..."

  Feeling the scorching heat on his eyelids, Ling Qingyan subconsciously reached out with his right hand to rub his eyes, and then struggled to open his slightly burning eyes. Feeling the warmth all over his body, Ling Qingyan sat up, and at a glance, he saw that lunch was already prepared on the stone table not far away. "I didn't expect it's already noon, I must have slept for an hour or so."

  He stood up straight, patted his stomach which was already growling with hunger, and walked over to the stone table to sit down. Then, he began devouring the lunch like a whirlwind.

  After lunch, Ling Qingyan walked directly into the room and sat cross-legged on the bed. He stretched out his left hand, and in the palm of his left hand, four ancient books had already appeared on the bed. They were "The Heavenly Sword Classic" that he had asked Lian Jun for earlier, as well as the three ancient books about "Heavenly Gift Totems" that they had retrieved from the library together. Ling Qingyan had already planned to spend the afternoon browsing through these ancient books during lunch.

  Picking up the thick and ancient "Origin of Totem", Ling Qingyan began to flip through it. Before long, his mind was completely immersed in the classic in his hand, and at this moment, the fully focused Ling Qingyan gave people a feeling that was completely different from before. This was also a habit brought over by Ling Qingyan from his previous life. In his previous life, when he decided to concentrate on doing something, it wouldn't take long for him to become fully absorbed in it.

  Time slowly passed, and Ling Qingyan's right hand kept moving as he flipped through the books in his hands. During this process, Ling Qingyan's expression also changed constantly, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes lost in thought...

  "Boom!"

  Roughly flipping through the essence of the book in his hand, Ling Qingyan closed his eyes and meditated for a moment before directly closing the book in his hand. After a while, he opened his eyes to look at the sky outside the window, only then did Ling Qingyan realize that he had been browsing through the book in his hand for a long time, unknowingly, it was already dusk.

  He lay down directly on the bed, with his hands behind his head and a glint in his eyes. Apparently, after an afternoon of browsing, Ling Qingyan had some understanding of the origin of the Heavenly Gift Totem.

  "The origin of Totem with Innate Gifts has many versions. However, the most reasonable ones are those two..."

  "The first, it is said that the totemic tattoos originated from ancient times when humans and demonic beasts lived together, sharing joys and sorrows, and supporting each other. At that time, because humans were too weak, some demonic beasts voluntarily asked to be infused into some humans' bodies through an ancient curse, and these people who received the curse became the world's first batch of totemic tattoo bearers..."

  "The second legend says that in the ancient barbaric era, humans and demonic beasts fought fiercely due to conflicting interests over abundant resources, resulting in numerous human and demonic beast casualties. At that time, because humans were naturally weaker, ancient human sorcerers created a type of sorcery that allowed humans to bathe in the blood of a certain demonic beast for 99 days and 81 nights, granting them some abilities of the demonic beast through the sorcery, while the demonic beast became a totem dwelling within the human's sea of consciousness..."

  "And later on, until now, the Totem Warriors are just the descendants of the ancient Totem Warriors who inherited their bloodline."

  "The innate Totem is indeed mysterious," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but exclaim as he lay on the bed.

  After flipping through "The Origin of the Innate Totem", Ling Qingyan also knew about the rarity and mystery of the innate totem users. Among the innate totem users, it was rare to encounter someone with the same totem as oneself, each having their own abilities, with varying strengths and weaknesses. At the same time, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but sigh in amazement that he had encountered such a slim chance of becoming an innate totem user himself. Moreover, not only did he possess an innate totem, but he also possessed two at the same time. If this were to be revealed, wouldn't others be jealous to death? Innate totem users were already extremely rare, and yet he had become an innate dual-totem user.

  At this moment, Ling Qingyan also had a hint of enlightenment in his heart. The "Qilin Totem" in his consciousness sea should have been brought over from his previous life and was related to the "Qilin Jade" he held in his hand when he died in his previous life. Otherwise, he would not have possessed two innate totems at the same time. However, Ling Qingyan did not know that if it weren't for that white Qilin Jade, his soul would have dispersed long ago, and how could he have reincarnated into the Chongwu Continent, and how could he be lying comfortably in bed thinking about the origin of his innate totem?

  When the night was almost completely dark, Ling Qingyan lit the candles in the house and came out into the courtyard.

  Watching the busy house disciples taking out fire to light the candles on their own courtyard stone table, and then putting the dishes in the large plate one by one on the stone table, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. "In this life, if I didn't have the innate Totem, with unparalleled martial arts talent, perhaps my status wouldn't even be comparable to that of these house disciples."

  The inner door disciples of the Tianjian Sect, who are in a very low position within the inner door, can still walk outside the outer door and are also enviable roles. After all, even if they are kitchen disciples, since they eat inside the inner door and live inside the inner door, they have also subtly gained some of the glory of the inner door disciples.

  Looking at the group of house disciples turning their heads, they found themselves smiling and nodding in response. Ling Qingyan also smiled back. With memories of his past life, Ling Qingyan did not have such a strong sense of hierarchy as people in this life. Every time those house disciples saw Ling Qingyan's smile, they would reveal a hint of gratitude, apparently he had never received such treatment in front of other inner door disciples.

  Ling Qingyan returned his gaze from watching the disciples of Huo Fang leave and walked over to sit down at the stone table, starting to eat his dinner.

  This meal, Ling Qingyan was not like his usual self, eating extremely slowly, and even feeling a bit unlike him. At this moment, Ling Qingyan had just put a piece of meat from his chopsticks into his mouth, but then he stared blankly at the starry sky with both eyes wide open.

  A canopy of stars, amidst the hazy clouds, a full moon hangs high, as if telling the people under its light about the unusualness of this night.

  "This life, however, has no August 15th, no Mid-Autumn Festival..."

  At some point, Ling Qingyan's eyes had become moist, and the chopsticks in his hand were also involuntarily put down. "I don't know if Mother can adapt after I leave. And Father, with the current state of the Ling family, it should be well under control with Father's methods..."

  Today, according to the Eastern Country's reckoning from the previous life of Ling Qingyan, it is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this moment, one should be gathering with family to eat mooncakes and admire the full moon. Although Ling Qingyan did not have parents in his previous life, he was never lonely during the Mid-Autumn Festival; he had his girlfriend Lier, his elder brother Tieshan, and many brothers who followed him.

  Deep into the night, the young man's figure under the oblique moonlight appears more lonely than ever before.