I, the heir of the great Eastern nation

In the cafeteria, at the dining table.

Liu Zhao had only been sitting down to eat for a short while when he saw Christine sit down opposite him with great excitement.

"Hey! I heard you just turned down Ian's offer?"

Liu Zhao raised his head and glanced at the excited blue-haired girl opposite him.

"That's right, just now. How did you know?"

Christine gave a soft hum.

"The lakeside location is close to the cafeteria, and many people saw you talking to him face-to-face. I heard that you directly refused the gift he offered you, is that true?"

Seeing her curious expression, Liu Zhao smiled.

"That's true. He wanted to give me the land in Black Rock Mountain, but I refused and then ran away."

Upon hearing this, Christine immediately smiled.

"Good job, well done. It's no wonder I consider you my only nemesis."

Liu Zhao asked curiously, "You really dislike this Prince Ian that much?"

Christine snorted softly upon hearing this and frowned.

"He's a narcissist who thinks he's all that. He pretends to be polite and gentlemanly all the time, but he's actually petty. And the way he looks at me as if I'm his possession makes me feel disgusted."

"If he weren't the second prince of the royal family, and dared to harass me so blatantly, I would have had my brother beat him to a pulp long ago!"

Perhaps it was because she had become more familiar with Liu Zhao over the past few days and their relationship had become much closer, that Christine rarely acted like a cold and aloof young lady in front of him anymore, and instead acted more like a girl of her age.

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhao smiled slightly.

"It seems you really dislike this Prince Ian. But to be honest, do you really think you can successfully resist this marriage? It looks like it will be quite difficult."

Upon hearing this, a hint of melancholy appeared in Christine's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Hmph, mind your own business! Don't think that just because you won against me twice by luck, you can tell me what to do."

Christine gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao, however, did not care about this and continued speaking.

"Come on, my dear class monitor, there's no use in you being stubborn about this. I didn't know much about the mage advancement system before, so when I heard about your bet with your family, I thought you were brave and admirable. But now it seems that you were actually quite unsure of yourself."

Liu Zhao continued speaking while chewing on a piece of white bread.

"According to what you said, if you can advance to the Gold-grade Archmage level, your father can let you arrange your own marriage. However, I watched all your matches in this chief competition. You clearly had a clear advantage in skill and magic reserves, but you won every match with difficulty. Not only did you narrowly win in the semi-finals, but you were also crushed and defeated by me in the final."

"You know the reason better than anyone else: it's because the runes you summoned weren't of a high enough grade, causing the power you unleash after bloodline resonance to be far inferior to others."

Your Lance family is so wealthy, yet you, as the daughter of a marquis, can only use such mediocre runes. This is enough to illustrate how strict the limitations of bloodline inheritance are on a person's potential ceiling in the path of a mage.

In other words, bloodline inheritance is something that simply doesn't exist, and no amount of money can change that.

Your Lance family has never produced a mage, so no matter how high your talent is, if your foundation is severely lacking, you will fall behind step by step and eventually you will never become a mage.

You're only at the Bronze level now, and you're already finding it so difficult at this early stage. It will only get harder as you go on. Do you really think you can withstand the pressure from your family and advance to the next level? I believe you already have the answer in your heart.

Upon hearing this, Christine's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

"What can I do? Do you think I dislike the Lance family's prized aura breathing technique, or don't want to become a powerful legendary swordsman? But no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to master it. What can I do? I can only continue to relentlessly pursue magic!"

She gritted her teeth and looked at Liu Zhao.

"What exactly are you trying to say? I don't believe you're just trying to show off your powerful bloodline and humiliate me to my face."

Liu Zhao chuckled in response.

"Of course, we've known each other for so long, don't you know what kind of person I, Liu Zhao, am? As a friend, I certainly wouldn't do something so tasteless."

"The reason I specifically brought this up with you is to say that I have a way to help you overcome the limitations of your bloodline inheritance. Would you like to hear it?"

What?

How to resolve the limitations of bloodline runes?

Is there really a way to solve this?

Christine's first reaction was that Liu Zhao was playing a trick on her.

"Heh~ You think it's fun to mess with me? Anyone with common sense knows that the bloodline barrier is an ironclad rule set by the will of the world, and no living being can break it."

"The reason my father wanted me to marry the second prince was to obtain royal blood, so that my offspring would have a stronger bloodline, make up for the Lance family's lack of magical foundation, and allow our Lance family to go further."

"Now you're telling me you can solve the limitations of bloodline inheritance? There's a limit to jokes, isn't there?"

The blue-haired girl suddenly stood up, her face full of anger, and with a cold snort, she prepared to leave.

At this moment, Liu Zhao's voice rang out.

What benefit would I gain from lying to you?

Christine paused in her steps.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and sat back down.

"Could it be that you... really have a way?"

The girl gritted her teeth, her voice filled with doubt and trepidation.

Liu Zhao simply smiled in response.

"Whether there's a way or not, words are not enough. I'll show you myself and you'll know."

"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else."

Liu Zhao was the first to stand up and walk towards the cafeteria entrance.

Christine gritted her teeth, her expression shifting slightly, but she ultimately followed.

Soon, the two arrived at a secluded corner of the school.

In front of Christine, Liu Zhao casually broke off two branches from a tree by the roadside and handed one of them to her.

"What are you doing?"

Christine accepted it with a puzzled look.

Liu Zhao smiled slightly, took the tree branch and squatted down on the sandy side.

"Do you remember what the book once said: magic and runes are essentially a language? Conventional spells are the common language of the gods, while arcane runes are a special divine language with bloodline restrictions?"

Christine nodded, not understanding why Liu Zhao suddenly brought this up.

At this moment, Liu Zhao, holding the tree branch in his right hand, slowly stopped on the sand.

"Next, watch my movements carefully. Make sure you remember the order in which I write each stroke from beginning to end."

Christine's expression showed even greater confusion.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Liu Zhao turned around and gave Christine a confident smile.

"I will teach you a completely new divine language!"

"The name of this divine language is... Chinese."