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Chapter 193: The Powerful Effects of Cultivation
🕑 Added 2024-09-15 04:45:35 +0000 UTCThe Saint Realm... A powerful being who has lived for over a thousand years and controls a Blood Elf. No wonder he can perform such unimaginable possession techniques... Rhett suddenly understood and nodded, then seriously asked:
"Where is the organization you control? I’ll set out tomorrow!"
"I can’t tell you that yet. I’ll come personally to take you to the organization," 'Leon' replied with a smile.
A secret that can’t be revealed? Rhett raised an eyebrow. "Alright, then go to hell."
Hearing this, 'Leon’s' face filled with rage. Rhett's unpredictable behavior frustrated him deeply. As a Saint-level powerhouse, it had been a long time since he had felt toyed with like this.
He narrowed his eyes and coldly said: "Killing me now won’t help you. I’ve already memorized your aura and know where you are.
If you don’t submit to me, I’ll kill you and your entire family.
Before that, I’ll make sure you suffer unimaginable pain! Believe me, I have plenty of ways to make you beg for mercy on your knees..."
Hmph, in reality, you don’t know where I am or what my aura is like... Although this was a simulation, the thought of someone threatening his family touched Rhett’s bottom line.
No longer interested in talking, Rhett's eyes filled with killing intent as he cast two spells in quick succession.
Quicksand Spell! Spike Rain!
In an instant, the ground became a vast, swirling quicksand vortex, and the sky was filled with shimmering spikes of light.
Is he serious? Faced with such an assault, 'Leon' could no longer maintain his composure.
He had been pleased with Rhett, especially considering tonight's events were an unexpected bonus. But Rhett's refusal to cooperate had infuriated him. His earlier threats of killing Rhett were empty; at most, he would have killed some family members to force Rhett into submission and use the Sand Spirit’s abilities.
"Are you crazy?" 'Leon' squinted, trying to make one last attempt to persuade him.
"Hmph," Rhett sneered, disregarding everything as his spiritual power surged, flooding the area with a yellowish glow.
Spikes fell like rain, a storm of blades.
In an instant, the ground was riddled with holes.
This time, Rhett showed no mercy.
Even with the silver skeleton protecting him, Leon's body, merely that of a second-level knight, could not avoid the brutal spike attack.
Moments later, the spike rain ceased, the earth's element calmed, and darkness once again shrouded the world.
But 'Leon' had already become a lifeless pincushion, lying powerless on the ground, his head impaled by two spikes, dead beyond doubt.
Or rather, the real Leon had long been dead.
He had merely rid the world of some trash, using the corpse as a vessel.
After dealing with the evil organization's boss's avatar, Rhett glanced at Goldsand, who was staring at him in awe.
Rhett then looked at Blackstar's corpse beside her and could only sigh at his bad luck. A fourth-level magician was no match for a sixth-level bone king skeleton.
Fortunately, it was just a simulation, so Rhett wasn’t too concerned. He had plenty of ways to adjust things and prevent any tragedy from happening.
Next, he turned his gaze to the fourth-level magician, who was trembling and half-lying on the ground, watching Rhett approach step by step, swallowing hard.
Fear spread through him like wildfire. He knew his end was near. This man had just taken down the sect leader's avatar—dealing with him, who was already immobilized, would be a piece of cake.
At that moment, Goldsand, consumed by rage, rushed forward with her whip, shouting:
"Damned bastard, I’m going to kill you and avenge Blackstar!"
Rhett remained calm, stopping her:
"Goldsand, don’t be hasty!"
At this moment, Rhett's words were law—he had saved her multiple times tonight.
Even though she was filled with anger, Goldsand had no choice but to comply.
"Hmph!"
She took a deep breath, glaring at the magician on the ground, snapping her whip so hard it left deep marks in the earth. Then she circled behind the fourth-level magician, ready to strike at any moment!
Her murderous gaze felt like a beast lurking behind the magician, waiting to strike at any moment.
It also felt like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead, ready to drop at any second.
Rhett crouched down, leveling his gaze with the magician’s, his cold eyes locking onto him as he softly said: "Tell me everything you know..."
Half an hour later.
After a brutal interrogation, Rhett had wrung every piece of information from the magician. He had learned everything he needed to know.
Once the interrogation was over, Rhett ignored the magician's desperate pleas for mercy.
With a flick of his wand, he summoned a glowing spike, mercilessly ending the lives of the few remaining enemies.
Ignoring Goldsand standing by, Rhett fell deep into thought: "As expected, spirits can continuously evolve. This isn’t a trait unique to the Snow Spirit! And to think that after a thousand years of evolution, the Blood Elf has grown so powerful?"
He had learned from the magician that the true leader of this organization was known as the Blood God Cult Leader due to his control over the Blood Elf and his cruelty.
It was now confirmed that the Blood God Cult Leader did indeed control the Blood Elf, which had evolved over a thousand years.
The experiments conducted in this underground cave were connected to the Blood Elf's creation—the Blood Source Pearl.
However, unlike the Blood Source Pearls previously used for enhancing strength, this batch contained a mysterious new power.
According to the magicians, these purple-red Blood Source Pearls contained a violent spiritual power. If one could withstand it, the Blood Elf could serve as a bridge, linking the Blood God Cult Leader with his avatars.
This explained how 'Leon,' though just a second-level knight, could cast advanced dark magic.
"So that's the secret...
The special Blood Source Pearls create a mystical connection, allowing the spirit to descend! After a thousand years of evolution, the Blood Elf has become this powerful?"
Rhett’s eyes filled with astonishment.
Of course, achieving this wasn’t solely due to the Blood Elf—Rhett was certain it required immense strength from the host as well. Without adequate spiritual power, one couldn’t use the Blood Elf as the Blood God Cult Leader did.
Even so, it was still terrifying.
Shaking his head, Rhett bent down to search the corpses, eventually finding a small, two-finger-thick box.
Inside, Rhett found dozens of Blood Source Pearls.
At first glance, most of the pearls were empty, yet to be charged.
Only three of them glowed with a sinister purple-red hue, eerie and ominous.
Rhett placed the three fully charged pearls in his hand, pondering, "Now, I have four fully charged Blood Source Pearls. The effects of simulated training will be even stronger.
Though... these three pearls do create a mysterious link with the Blood Elf, it doesn’t matter. Once the simulation ends, the side effects will vanish."
With this thought, Rhett smiled.
Then, right in front of Goldsand, he swallowed one of the purple-red Blood Source Pearls.
"Rhett, why are you eating that?" Goldsand asked in surprise, watching Rhett anxiously, fearing something terrible might happen.
After everything that had happened, and Rhett saving her multiple times, Goldsand now considered him a friend! At that moment, Rhett was already sitting cross-legged, his face showing signs of struggle.
A powerful energy had exploded within him, crimson tinged with a wicked purple, rushing not toward his body but straight into his mind.
Suddenly, a sharp pain, like needles piercing his nerves, made Rhett furrow his brow, his eyes squeezed shut.
"As expected, this is nothing like a normal Blood Source Pearl. It feels as if it has a mind of its own." Rhett endured the pain, analyzing the situation.
Moreover, as he swallowed the purple-red pearl, he felt his mind grow hazy, his thoughts less clear.
Rhett braced himself, realizing with a shock, "That must be the side effect."
Whether his lifespan would shorten remained unclear, but if he couldn’t withstand it, he might lose his mind, just like the knight he encountered earlier tonight.
So he stayed vigilant, ready to end the simulation if anything went wrong.
After half an hour.
Goldsand’s eyes filled with concern. Seeing Rhett’s worsening condition, she took a deep breath, pacing nervously nearby.
She had resolved to wake him if anything seemed off.
Fortunately, Rhett suddenly opened his eyes, though they were slightly unfocused, and he rubbed his head, managing a weak smile. "Goldsand, I’m fine. Just don’t disturb me."
"But..."
Goldsand began, but the words died on her lips.
Because Rhett had already swallowed another Blood Source Pearl.
Ignoring everything around him, Rhett focused solely on frantically boosting his spiritual power.
After experiencing the effects of the purple-red Blood Source Pearl, he could only marvel at its power! The purple-red pearls boosted his spiritual power to a level three times that of the regular scarlet Blood Source Pearls—over thirty times more than the Aurora Potion! Though the side effects were indeed terrifying.
At this moment, Rhett felt as if his mind was being devoured, his consciousness clouded by a murky blood mist, threatening his sanity.
The risks were undeniable!
Another half hour passed, and the three purple-red Blood Source Pearls were fully absorbed.
Rhett’s mind grew even more muddled. His eyes were hollow, like a lifeless corpse, but he didn’t care. He reached into his pocket and took out one final pearl, swallowing it.
Time passed, and after all four Blood Source Pearls were absorbed...
"Rhett... are you alright?" Goldsand asked nervously, fearing that Rhett had ended up like Leon, possessed by that mysterious entity.
She had overheard that the entity had possessed Leon using the purple-red Blood Source Pearls, a creation of the Blood Elf! And Rhett’s current state was far from reassuring. The flickers of madness in his eyes made her anxious and scared.
"I’m fine!" Rhett gritted his teeth against the madness gnawing at his mind. Dizziness clouded his thoughts as he struggled to stand, shaking his head to clear it. Barely coherent, he asked: "Goldsand, may I ask you a question?"
Goldsand blinked in surprise. "What question?"
"Are you... with the Circle Tower?" he asked earnestly, hoping to use his acts of saving her to gain the information he wanted.
But Goldsand’s response caught him off guard!
"Huh? Why would you ask that?" Goldsand’s eyes widened in confusion, and after a moment, she replied:
"You... suspect us of being with the Circle Tower?"
"Are you not?" Rhett was equally stunned. Her expression was genuine, not deceitful.
"Of course not. We have nothing to do with the Circle Tower. But... I can’t tell you more than that." Goldsand replied quickly, then hesitated and added:
"Sorry about that."
So that’s how it is... Rhett frowned, surprised to find that Blackstar and Goldsand weren’t with the Circle Tower? This revelation completely invalidated his previous assumptions.
Which meant the Circle Tower wouldn’t know that he had once traded away a bottle of Bloodline Potion.
"But then... why did Master Aesad send another bottle of Saint-level Bloodline Potion?"
One question after another arose in his mind. Rhett scratched his head, feeling both confused and overwhelmed by the situation.
He pondered for a long while but found no answers.
"Sigh." He let out a long sigh.
Then he ended the simulation.
Ripples spread through the air as the space around him shifted, and Rhett returned to reality.
A light screen appeared before his eyes.
【Simulation complete. Please select one attribute to retain.】
【1. Constitution】
【2. Battle Qi】
【3. Spiritual Power】
"I choose Spiritual Power!"
With that choice, a surge of gentle spiritual energy flooded Rhett’s mind. It was soothing, painless.
It felt like taking a powerful stimulant, leaving his face slightly flushed.
The sensation was incredibly pleasant—he could feel himself growing stronger, with no discomfort in his mind!
And time had returned to just before the simulation began!
At that moment, Leon had just finished saying, "Sir, I can tell you! But I have one condition—after I tell you, you must kill them all."
Rhett quickly calmed himself, his expression neutral.
But almost immediately after the simulation ended, he prepared to strike at the remaining members of the evil organization.
He had already wrung every last drop of value from them in the simulation—keeping them alive now served no purpose.
First in line was the fourth-level magician.
The magician, sensing something was off, began to reach for his Blood Source Pearl. But before he could react, a sudden spike pierced his wrist!
"Ah!"
The magician’s scream echoed through the night.
Then, a spike erupted from the ground, piercing his heart!
Splurt! Blood sprayed out, forming a crimson line in the air.
The fourth-level magician couldn’t believe how quickly he had been killed. The opponent had not followed any predictable path, catching him completely off guard.
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