Chapter 142
Spiritual Blood Stone (3)
"Didn't I tell you… next time?"
Arthur moved with unbelievable speed, and in the blink of an eye, his hand had closed around the girl's throat. Her body lifted slightly off the ground as the air around him crackled violently.
"I'll kill you."
His body glowed fiercely, sharp light bursting forth as blue electrical sparks danced around him, gathering and vanishing at terrifying speed, as though searching for another victim.
"Arthur, stop… this will ruin my plans."
A familiar voice reached his ears. He turned only his eyes and immediately recognized Zhuo Fan.
Arthur smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in it at all.
Then he lifted the girl effortlessly and hurled her toward the soldiers who had come with her. She slammed into them, and they all tumbled together in humiliating chaos.
He took a single step forward and spoke in a low voice… yet it was clear, heavy, and terrifying.
"This is your last warning. I swear by the Creator of the universe, if you come back again, or if I ever see your whorish face another time… I'll show you suffering beyond description."
Without waiting for a response, he turned around and walked inside with the Luo family, leaving behind a shattered corpse and a suffocating silence hanging over the area.
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| Congratulations, Host. You have successfully completed the mission.
Rewards obtained: Spirit Stone + points. |
Arthur sat quietly inside a still room and allowed his body to relax slightly.
'What is a Spirit Stone?'
| A stone carrying a great amount of blood… spiritual blood.
This blood can be refined into sacred blood.
It contains both Yin and Yang energy.
When used with the proper technique, there is a high chance of creating a "Spirit Infant."
Currently, you do not possess the technique or method necessary to refine spiritual blood. |
'Hmm… that sounds good, I suppose. But I still don't fully understand it.'
He took a deep breath.
'It's fine… that's for the future. Right now, I need to keep developing myself. Last time, when I used "Electrocution," I nearly died. My body can't even withstand level one right now.
I need to become stronger… Only then will I be able to use Wind Path, Electrocution, and all my techniques at full power.'
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhuo Fan on the other side of the room, wrapped in bandages, training quietly and with complete focus.
Arthur smiled faintly, then opened his storage and pulled out a small vial.
It was the preservation vial— the one where he kept the drained power of the people whose energy he had absorbed before.
It was not the power of higher beings… Not Cthulhu's power, nor the power of the Four Bearers (the Dokkaebi King, the Demon King, the Archangel Metatron, and Kim Dokja).
It was true that Arthur had used their power before, but if he did it now, the world would detect his presence immediately— and perhaps reject him… or worse, his weak body might fail to endure that power and collapse entirely.
So after a short moment of thought, he took a vial containing only the power of weak people.
He raised it, placed it against his mouth, and began consuming the energy.
Little by little, he felt power growing inside his body. Heat, pressure, then painful expansion.
Sweat began pouring heavily from his forehead, until his clothes were completely soaked.
'Slowly… slowly…'
He focused, refined the energy, and prevented it from exploding inside him. And after a long time, he completely consumed the power and refined it successfully.
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Arthur opened his eyes at dawn to the sound of a loud impact.
He looked toward the door— it was open, and Zhuo Fan was standing there, while Luo Yunshang had fallen to the floor after stumbling while entering.
Arthur smiled calmly, then opened his status window.
| Name: Arthur Narin
Age: 19
Level: 4
Spiritual Power: 40
Magic Energy: 45
Dark Energy: 45
Agility: 43
Endurance: 50
Profession: Spirit Summoner (C)
Personal Points: 15,000
Potions: 10 Miraculous Healing Potions |
'Yes… this is good. I've become a little stronger, but I'm still weak… far too weak.'
He slowly clenched his fist.
'I need to grow stronger step by step, without recklessness, without haste. Rapid growth will bring countless disasters.'
He smiled quietly, closed the status window, and went out to bathe.
His smell was truly awful— the result of excessive sweating and refining power throughout the entire night.
After bathing, changing his clothes, and washing the old ones, he finally felt refreshed and calm again.
Pang Tong noticed him and said:
"Ah, you're done. Brother Zhuo Fan already went to see Elder Jiu."
'What is that scheming bastard planning now?'
Arthur smiled faintly. Pang Tong left, while Arthur remained seated.
After some time— he sensed a powerful aura, strong magical energy coming from the Luo family gathering area.
'Damn… did another enemy arrive?'
He immediately stood and rushed toward the source.
There, he saw Zhuo Fan clasping his hands together, releasing a massive defensive array.
Standing before it were Elder Jiu's two disciples.
Arthur looked at the girl and understood immediately.
'Oh… now I get it. That arrogant fool must have looked down on Zhuo Fan.'
He sighed quietly and walked toward the Luo family.
At that moment, Zhuo Fan had already finished the defensive array. He smiled while glancing behind him, then left with the Luo family.
A short while later, a messenger from Elder Jiu arrived. His speech was polite, and his demeanor refined.
"It seems Elder Jiu is requesting your presence, Young Master Zhuo Fan."
Arthur smiled faintly at the comment.
"Let's go, Arthur."
The two followed him to a beautiful place inside a magnificent garden. Elder Jiu sat there calmly, with his two disciples standing behind him.
"Ah… little brother Zhuo Fan, please, sit and speak with me."
'Tch… look at this old bastard, shamelessly flattering others.'
Arthur sighed quietly and looked around— there was no chair for him. Only for Elder Jiu… and Zhuo Fan.
Zhuo Fan sat calmly, then turned his gaze toward Arthur.
Their eyes met for a moment. Arthur gave a faint smile, then calmly extended his hand toward the nearby tree.
'Wind Path.'
As he spoke the words, sharp and pure winds surged forth, forming like an invisible blade before shooting toward the tree. The tree was cut down with astonishing ease and precision closer to art than force, without any unnecessary sound.
The trunk collapsed, branches shattered, then—in an unbelievable manner—the wood formed itself into an elegant wooden chair.
Arthur picked it up and sat down with complete calm, as though what he had just done was nothing worth mentioning, sitting there carelessly, wrapped in silent confidence.
Elder Jiu's eyes never left Zhuo Fan… nor Arthur.
Arthur smiled quietly and spoke in a friendly tone whose surface was calm, but whose depths were provoking:
"Ah… I truly wonder why Brother Jiu asked to meet my brother Zhuo Fan."
"Brother?!"
Long Kui exploded in anger.
"Know your place, you poor servant! Who are you to call Elder Jiu 'brother'? You are no—"
She never finished her sentence.
Arthur's smile deepened calmly, and he cut her off without raising his voice:
"Oh… so this old man is allowed to be a brother to my brother Zhuo Fan, but I am not?
Damn… how narrow-minded you are, girl."
Then he lazily shifted his gaze toward Elder Jiu and continued in the same calm tone:
"Brother Jiu, why do you always bring children with you to important meetings like this?"
Zhuo Fan's smile widened slyly upon hearing Arthur's words, then he turned directly toward Jiu.
"So… why did Brother Jiu request to meet me?"
Jiu chuckled lightly, showing no irritation.
"Oh… it truly feels nice to be called 'brother.' Very well, I'll get straight to the point."
His tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious.
"I wonder… why powerful people like the two of you would follow a weak family like the Luo family?
Join me, Zhuo Fan… Arthur. And you will have everything you desire."
"Oh?"
Zhuo Fan smiled with obvious cunning, yet remained perfectly calm.
"Unfortunately… I refuse to join your family."
"What? Why?"
Jiu frowned.
"I'll make you an elder of the family! You and Arthur will obtain anything you want, so why refuse?"
Zhuo Fan took a deep breath before answering in a sincere tone free of mockery:
"Honestly… if you had asked me this just fifteen minutes ago, I would have accepted without hesitation."
Jiu paused for a moment.
"Then what changed?"
Zhuo Fan gently placed his teacup onto the table, then raised his eyes and looked directly at Long Kui.
"Lady Long Kui… do you remember what you said earlier?"
He did not wait for her answer.
Zhuo Fan smiled calmly, yet the smile carried more weight than any threat, then he stood and raised his hand steadily.
"Ten years from now… I will make the Luo family stand above all other families, and become the unquestioned number one."
Silence filled the garden.
"Only ten years."
Then he turned away without hesitation.
"Let's go, Arthur."
Arthur immediately stood, smiling faintly, and walked away with Zhuo Fan, leaving behind a garden drowned in silence, and gazes that no longer concealed their unease.
Together, they returned… to the Luo family residence.
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