Ancient Tears BloodLine Chapter 940 - 940 Part 2 Test

Chapter 940: Part 2: Test Chapter 940: Part 2: Test From MC’s Perspective: When I stepped into the room, the air seed to thicken, tension radiating from every corner.

Two new faces sat behind the main desk, their expressions unreadable but intense.

Across from them sat the Federation Head, his usual calm deanor masking the weight of the mont.

Their gazes locked onto mine the mont I entered.

A creeping dread coiled in my chest, tightening with each passing second.

I didn’t know what to think, let alone what to do.

Sothing about their presence made feel exposed, as if every secret I carried was laid bare.

They were studying now.

Not just looking at -but through .

Their eyes felt like needles, sharp and probing.

It was unsettling, like they could peel back the layers of my existence with a re glance.

The silver ring on my finger, usually a reliable safeguard against prying eyes, seed utterly powerless in their presence.

I felt a pang of vulnerability as their stares deepened, probing beyond what should be possible.

Clinton’s gaze flickered, a subtle shift as if he had discovered sothing hidden beneath the surface.

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and I could sense him reaching a conclusion.

His eyes had found the truth-red skeleton.

A look of surprise rippled across his face as he seed to peer even further, noticing the intricate, almost imperceptible runes etched across every inch of bone.

“What is this?” he thought, his curiosity deepening.

A mont passed before his expression shifted again, realization dawning in his eyes.

“Bone strengthening,” he muttered internally.

But even that didn’t explain everything.

The red color of the skeleton-that wasn’t typical of any bone-practice he’d seen before.

His heart raced as the answer hit him.

Blood elent.

A rare and powerful force, even more elusive than the coveted lightning elent.

Clinton had encountered plenty of lightning elent warriors in Tier-4 regions, but blood elent warriors?

Those were near mythical.

History books spoke of an age where multiple blood elent warriors road the lands.

But that era had long since passed.

Nowadays, finding even one was a rarity, a legend almost forgotten.

Earlier, Clinton and Sally had been debating his potential, weighing the decision to recruit him based on his lightning affinity alone.

They had discussed subtle thods to bring into their fold.

But now?

The discovery of the blood elent erased any doubts.

The lightning elent was powerful, yes, but the blood elent-it overshadowed everything else.

Clinton’s thoughts raced.

He knew the University Elders would scramble to recruit unconditionally if they knew.

“If this kid gains access to blood elent inheritance, no one will be able to stop him,” he marveled, trying to mask his shock.

He shifted his focus to my dantian.

Among the familiar purple essence of the lightning elent, sothing else caught his eye.

A small amount of mixed brown-green essence swirled within, faint but unmistakable.

“Another elent?” he thought, eyes narrowing.

“Healing…

It has to be.” His lips parted as if to say sothing, but he stopped himself, the weight of his discovery too great for words.

On the other side, Sally was equally floored.

Her composed exterior cracked as she processed the overwhelming reality.

She, too, had detected the presence of three elents-blood, lightning, and healing.

Though she couldn’t fully comprehend the cultivation thod I was using, she could feel the raw potential coursing through .

“Blood, lightning, and healing,” her mind echoed, the enormity of it all sending shockwaves through her thoughts.

Her gaze flickered toward the Federation Head, suspicion creeping in.

She had noticed sothing else-the silver ring on his finger.

A ring designed to shield him from the senses of warriors up to the Silver Rank, and to so extent, even from Gold Mark Warriors.

Why hadn’t the Federation Head ntioned it?

Did he not know, or had he deliberately concealed it from them?

Her doubts lingered, but considering his recomndation of him, the second option seed more likely.

The Federation Head knew more than he let on.

“Federation Head, could you give us a mont?” Sally’s voice broke the silence, though it was polite, there was an edge of urgency to it.

“We would like to speak with him alone.” Clinton nodded in agreent.

He, too, was eager to dig deeper into the mystery of Zack Lockwood.

The questions burned in his mind, and he could hardly wait to unravel the answers.

“Okay,” the Federation Head said as he rose from his seat.

His movents were unhurried, his face calm, as if expecting nothing more than a routine conversation about the trial.

He seed confident that everything would go smoothly, unaware of the deeper revelations about to unfold.

With a final glance toward Zack, he exited the room, leaving alone with Clinton and Sally.

“You’re Zack Lockwood, right?

Please, take a seat,” Sally said, her smile warm but hiding sothing sharper beneath.

There was an air of calculation about her, a politeness laced with a desire to know more.

I nodded and moved to sit opposite them.

As I settled into the chair, I could feel their eyes on again-probing, questioning, searching for answers I wasn’t sure I was ready to give.

The room felt smaller sohow, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Sitting there, I realized this wasn’t just a conversation; it was an interrogation cloaked in formality.

Clinton leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but direct.

“So, you have three rare elents?” My heart skipped a beat at the question, a brief mont of shock rippling through .

But I wasn’t truly surprised.

Their earlier penetrating gazes had told everything I needed to know-they had seen through the protective layers of my cultivation.

I quickly realized that these two were far stronger than the Federation Head, their powers far more advanced.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the tension in my chest.

“I have three elents.” Clinton’s eyes glead, but it was Sally who spoke next.

“Your skeleton is red,” she began, her tone almost casual but her eyes sharp, “Is that because of the blood elent, or is it a result of the bone strengthening thod?” I turned to her, my gaze eting hers.

There was sothing unsettling about her, as if she could see even more than she was letting on.

“It’s due to both,” I answered carefully, “the blood elent and the bone strengthening thod.” Sally nodded, her expression neutral, but I could tell she was processing every word, analyzing it.

“And the third elent-is it healing?” Her voice was soft, but her eyes were intense, as if she already knew the answer.

I took a slow breath before responding.

“Yes, it’s healing.” Sally didn’t hesitate before launching her next question.

“Where did you get a cultivation thod for three elents?” Her question hung in the air, weighty and filled with implication.

I could feel the intensity of both their gazes, and for a mont, I considered my answer carefully.

These two didn’t seem like the type to be easily satisfied with vague responses.

“I got the bone thod from a library book at my ho town academy,” I began, my voice steady as I laid out the truth, or at least, part of it.

“The lightning elent thod was given to by my teacher, and the healing elent…” I paused briefly, rembering the old man’s wrinkled face, his weathered hands offering the knowledge.

“The healing elent was passed down to by an old healer at the outer post academy.” I could feel their reactions even before they spoke.

Clinton’s interest was piqued, and Sally’s mind was racing with possibilities.

I knew I had to be careful now.

Their curiosity was no longer just professional-it was personal.

I had beco more than a candidate in their eyes.

I was a puzzle they needed to solve, a potential they couldn’t afford to overlook.

But how much more could I reveal?

And how much could I afford to keep hidden?

Clinton’s composure remained intact, but deep inside, he was startled.

As he examined the red skeleton further, he realized that the bone-strengthening thod Zack ntioned was far from ordinary.

The runes etched across Zack’s bones seed to pulse with an ancient power, a forgotten energy that carried the weight of ages.

Clinton could feel it-the breath of sothing far older than anything in the modern cultivation world.

It was as though the skeleton resonated with the echoes of a long-lost era, and that realization sent a wave of awe through him.

Sally, sitting beside him, was thinking along similar lines.

Though Zack’s words seed almost casual, she knew better.

She didn’t doubt what he said, not for a mont.

This world was ancient, spanning countless eras, each with its own cultivation techniques, secrets, and hidden knowledge.

It wasn’t uncommon for forgotten thods to resurface, especially ones tied to sothing as powerful as the blood elent.

Still, she was quietly astounded by how much potential lay before them.

As I sat there, watching their silent contemplation, I had no idea what thoughts were running through their minds.

They hadn’t spoken for several monts, their expressions contemplative, perhaps even intrigued.

But inwardly, I felt a small wave of relief wash over .

Their probing gazes, sharp as they were, had failed to uncover my greatest secret: the ancient blood drop hidden deep within my body.

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