Ancient Tears BloodLine Chapter 952 - 952 Guidance of 2 Elders

Chapter 952: Guidance of 2 Elders Chapter 952: Guidance of 2 Elders From MC’s Perspective: ThunderFla Faction Hall Seated at the head of the room, the elder in white robes leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

His aura, though calm, radiated authority.

“So, young man,” his voice was both soft and commanding, “what’s your decision?” His question cut through the stillness, and every eye in the room turned to , the weight of their gazes heavy.

My heart pounded, but not from fear.

It was excitent.

An opportunity like this wasn’t sothing to pass up lightly.

ThunderFla was one of the most powerful factions in the University and the thought of belonging to it stirred sothing deep within .

Elder Clinton and Sally, who I’d co to trust, were already key figures here.

Their presence gave a sense of security, but beyond that, there was potential here for growth, for mastery.

The guidance I could receive in lightning and healing elents would be invaluable.

It was only a sha the blood elent was so elusive.

I doubted there was anyone here who could help develop that power further.

I could feel my resolve harden as my thoughts aligned.

There was no more room for hesitation.

The old man watched intently, his eyes flickering with an almost imperceptible gleam of expectation.

“I’m happy to join the ThunderFla faction,” I said, my voice steady, each word carrying the weight of my decision.

The room shifted.

There was a collective release of breath, a ripple of surprise and joy flashing across the faces of those gathered.

Whispers broke out, so of the elders exchanging knowing glances.

“Good!

Good!” The elder in white chuckled, his face brightening with satisfaction.

“You’ve made the right choice.

Rest assured, the ThunderFla faction will be your strongest ally from this day forward.” I barely had ti to digest the words before the middle aged man in black armor stepped forward, his movents precise, like a predator marking its territory.

His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto mine.

“Now that he’s joined,” he declared, his voice deep and resonant, “he’ll be under my wing.” Before I could react, another voice cut through, firm yet graceful.

The green-haired woman, whose eyes glead with the unmistakable light of ambition, smiled.

“He won’t be solely under your wing,” she said.

“A warrior with his talent in the healing elent deserves my guidance as well.” I blinked, caught between the subtle tug of their words.

The room felt heavier, more charged.

They weren’t just elders they were powerful figures, each vying to mold , each wanting a stake in my future.

And yet, a part of was eager to learn from both, to drink in the knowledge they had to offer.

“You’ll both teach ?” I asked, trying to mask my surprise, though I could feel the weight of their expectations settling on my shoulders.

The elder in white smiled but said nothing, his eyes glinting as if he’d already predicted this turn of events.

The armored man nodded curtly.

“Of course.

You are a rare talent.

It would be foolish to limit your training.” “Indeed,” the green-haired woman added, her gaze soft but determined.

“Healing is a gift not many possess.

It must be cultivated.” I drew in a breath, letting the mont sink in.

As promising as this all sounded, there was sothing else gnawing at , sothing I had to address.

“Actually,” I said slowly, my gaze shifting to each of them, “I want to focus on all three elents.” The room fell silent again.

This ti, the quiet was different tense, charged with surprise.

For a mont, even the crackling energy in the air seed to still.

The elders exchanged looks, but not of disbelief.

Their eyes glead with curiosity, so with approval.

Clinton and Sally, standing off to the side, exchanged glances as well.

They knew.

They had seen his physique.

They knew his body strength was unusual, lightning essence equally formidable.

And they have realized, like the elders did, that there was more to him than just a dual elent warrior.

The elders weren’t truly surprised.

I could see it in their faces.

They had already know seen the ancient runes on my skeleton.

The green-haired woman, I realized, knew exactly what she was getting into when she laid claim to training .

The elder in white finally spoke again, his voice calm but tinged with amusent.

“Ambitious.

But not impossible.

The path ahead will be difficult, young man.

But with all of us guiding you, perhaps you will achieve what others deem impossible.” His words hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the challenge.

“Very well,” I said, my voice unwavering.

“I’m ready.” The elders nodded, and for the first ti, I felt a true sense of belonging.

The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but I knew deep down this was the beginning of sothing extraordinary.

The elder in white, Clifford, the true leader of the ThunderFla faction, stood calmly at the center of the room, his presence commanding despite his modest deanor.

“I think it’s best for Zack Lockwood to learn from both Elders,” Clifford began, his eyes scanning the room, resting briefly on Elder Austin and Elder Ann.

“Elder Austin can guide him in his lightning elent,” he continued, nodding toward the stern man in black armor, whose eyes glinted with approval.

Elder Austin gave a slight nod in response, his face calm but thoughtful.

He was a man known for his mastery over the lightning elent, a figure of respect and intimidation within the faction.

Clifford then turned his gaze to Elder Ann, the green-haired woman who had been watching with a asured intensity.

“And Elder Ann can guide him in his healing elent.” Elder Ann smiled, a soft, knowing smile that hinted at the pride she already felt in ntoring soone with such a rare gift.

Healing was a delicate and invaluable art, and her role in guiding was not lost on her.

Clifford’s expression turned somber as he continued.

“It’s a pity,” he said, his voice quieter, “that we don’t have anyone with the blood elent in the University right now.” His eyes t mine, and I could see the sincerity in them.

“You are the first to appear with the blood elent after a long ti.

The previous elder who carried that legacy died in battle a hundred years ago.” Then, from the side, the middle-aged female elder, Leola, who had been quietly observing the proceedings, stepped forward.

Her eyes narrowed slightly in thought, and her voice, though soft, carried a subtle edge of ambition.

“What about taking him as a personal disciple?” A murmur rippled through the hall at her suggestion.

Leola’s words carried weight, and her reasoning was clear.

A warrior blessed with three elents, one of them as rare as the blood elent, was not just a talent.

He was a legacy, a seed to be cultivated with the utmost care.

Clifford paused, his eyes turning thoughtful as he considered Leola’s suggestion.

Before he could respond, another voice interjected.

“It’s too early for that,” Elder Cathy, the ice-and-fire elder, spoke, her voice cold and clipped, much like the elents she commanded.

Her expression was unreadable, but her words carried caution.

“Taking him as a personal disciple now would draw too much attention.

It would be unwise.” I could sense the undercurrent of tension in the room.

The decision of whether to formally take under soone’s personal tutelage was more than just a matter of prestige.

It could shift the balance of power within the faction, and perhaps even beyond it.

Sally, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, her face unusually serious.

“If we don’t protect him carefully, he’ll be easily targeted by other factions,” she said, her voice steady but laced with concern.

At the ntion of the other factions, the mood in the room shifted drastically.

Every elder’s expression turned solemn, and a heavy silence settled over the hall.

The reality of the political landscape at the University was sothing none of them could ignore.

The ThunderFla faction wasn’t alone.

Other factions each based on the mastery of different elents vied for power and influence within the University’s walls.

And their rivalry wasn’t just confined to the elders.

It perated every hall, every classroom, every training ground.

The internal politics were fierce, and students were often caught in the crossfire, whether they liked it or not.

And soone like an unpolished talent with the potential to wield three powerful elents would inevitably beco a target.

Clifford’s brow furrowed slightly, and I could see the gears turning in his mind.

He understood the risks, perhaps better than anyone.

Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but firm.

“Sally is right.

We must be cautious.

Zack’s talents will draw attention, and not all of it will be friendly.” The elders exchanged silent glances.

They knew the stakes, and they knew what was at risk.

Rival factions would stop at nothing to either sway to their side or eliminate before I could grow into a threat.

Clifford continued, his gaze eting mine.

“For now, we will proceed with the plan.

You will train under both Elder Austin and Elder Ann.

But we will take every precaution to ensure your safety, Zack.

The ThunderFla faction will protect you.” I nodded, the weight of my situation settling in.

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