Theron looked back as he dashed through the forest. He hadn’t sensed anything, but according to his feel for the situation, the odds that soone would know what happened there were high.
Unfortunately, his assumption was that it would certainly be the Patriarch.
The reason he had been sure to clean up as much as he could was so that he didn’t leave anything obvious behind. He didn’t believe that a man like the Patriarch would be capable of controlling the hearts of these disciples with just raw kindness; there was definitely so manipulation going on.
If he left behind obvious evidence, then at an opportune ti, it could be turned back on him while the Patriarch got to keep his pristine image.
What Theron didn’t know was that the person who probably wanted to protect him the most in the world right now was the Patriarch of the Luminescent Moon Sect. He wouldn’t be scheming against Theron in this way.
Of course, whether that was because of the kind and pure intentions in his heart was another matter entirely.
Either way, at least this ti, Theron’s caution had saved him from being sched against again. But it had placed yet another target on his back.
Stepping on a branch, Theron accelerated ahead once more.
He was playing around with people whose strengths were far beyond his imagination. There was no way he would be able to account for everything. But…
He could put himself in the best position to win nonetheless.
**
"After all this ti you still don’t have anything new to teach , old man?" Theron grumbled.
"Go learn the Luminescent Moon Sect’s techniques since you like to philander about so much."
Theron grinned. "Do you want to teach you? I can do that."
The old man scoffed. "If you could understand even an inkling of those texts, I would bow down and call you teacher."
"I might not be able to read the others, but the one I received after clearing the tower? That’s a different matter entirely."
The old man froze for a mont, then looked up at Theron. Seeing the sneaky look in the runt’s eyes, he almost blew his fuse.
Theron was too smart to not understand just how important the information he had let slip was. Not only did it reveal where the ancient thods of the Sect ca from, but it also revealed that those who claid those rewards had advantages compared to others in using those Forbidden Spells.
"Don’t look at like that. The price will be quite high. All you’ve done is teach a couple thods I learned in three days. Clearly, they weren’t that impressive."
Theron was lying through his teeth. It was because of [Songful Blade] and [Blood Escape] that he was able to sense his ability to resonate his Water Mana with other paths.
But that was also why he wanted to learn other thods.
After this last week of going through the Luminescent Moon Sect’s Forbidden Spells, he realized that what he was lacking most was foundation. There were too many things that he didn’t understand, and it made it hard to deduce and fill in the gaps he was missing on his own.
That was when he thought of a solution. Wasn’t it ti this old man be useful again?
After a while, the old man shook his head.
"I’m old. The thods of the Luminescent Moon Sect have no aning to . Show your [Songful Blade]."
Experience tales with
The old man waved a hand and a heavy stone appeared.
Theron raised an eyebrow. "This is…"
"Ebonstone. Cut it in half. If you can do that, I’ll teach you sothing new."
Theron frowned.
Ebonstone was probably one of the most important strategic resources of the Nightingale Empire. It was a rare stone steeped in both Dark and tal Mana. The tal Mana alone made it sturdy, but the Dark Mana made it especially good at dispersing impact and withstanding even sharp blows.
The entire Imperial Army was outfitted with Ebonstone Armor of various grades depending on their skill and usefulness to the Imperial Clan. They were certainly a nightmare for enemies to deal with.
This piece was of the Low-Tier Silver Resonance, and it was a head taller than Theron himself, not to ntion twice as wide.
The width wouldn’t normally matter since the old man only asked him to cut it in half, but this was Ebonstone. The larger the piece, the more Dark Mana there was in it, and the more surface area it had to disperse the impact.
A piece of this size could only be split in two with the raw power of a High-Tier Silver Mancer. And that was without the refinent of a Soul Mancer blacksmith.
Theron unsheathed his common short sword, looking down at its half dulled blade and shaking his head. This task felt impossible.
"Tell . If I cut this in two, what will you give ?"
The old man sneered. "You need motivation?"
"No. I’m just deciding whether it’s worth harming myself or not. If you’re going to give the sa trash as the first ti, I might as well not."
There was a flash in the old man’s eyes. Does Theron really think that he can cut it? Even though this Ebonstone wasn’t refined, it wasn’t sothing even normal Silver Mancers could cut.
"… If you can cut it, I will teach you [Songful Resonance]. It’s a less acute version of [Songful Blade] and amplifies your entire body instead of gearing it up for a single strike."
"Not enough."
"Don’t cut off, brat. I’ll also teach you [Soul Escape]."
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A radiant light flashed in Theron’s eyes, his aura changing. A dense swirl of Water Mana seed to manifest around him, so thick they began to form streams of mist.
Veinsong.
Theron’s skin suddenly began to redden, the echo of his heartbeat becoming so violent that it threatened to shatter his eardrums.
The pupils of the old man trembled, but Theron had already moved.
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