While Sam went as far as gaining the information on cultivation techniques and battle experience, Sivan is currently feeling extrely frustrated as he couldn’t even get a scratch on Sam’s soul.
The Ghost chira is looking at him like he was a little kid who strayed into a jungle and ended up being prey to the king of it.
He couldn’t even take a closer look at Sam’s soul because of this chira. He has been cultivating his soul because of this difference, but until now, there is barely anything he could do. The most he was able to do is exchange a couple of ntal blows with the chira and then had to back down.
When he looked at the face of Sam’s soul which is currently covered with the chira, he could only imagine a smug smile pasted on it.
He frustratingly ca out of the sea of consciousness and looked at Butler Si, who is standing in front of him.
"I want to use the dark elental energy and cultivate a soul strengthening technique. Go and check the library for a suitable one."
Butler Si frowned.
"Young Master, it is not a good idea." He looked at Sivan’s blood-red eyes and the jet black hair that had a faint red blood hue, he couldn’t help but object to his ideas. His vampire bloodline is on a complete raise since he started consuming the blood of the beasts.
He had to take at least four als a day to even control that urge. Butler Si already warned the young master about this situation, but the young master didn’t bother to listen to him.
Now if he cultivated so soul strengthening technique with dark elental energy, he would be even more out of control.
It would only fuel the instincts of the vampire bloodline and make him more violent. He is already hard to control and the other young masters who are trying to pick a bone with him will be the ones to pay the price for it.
But when he looked at the stubborn look of the young master, he knew that it is inevitable. He is cursed with obedience towards his master, he has little strength to resist against him.
He sighed in exhaustion and went to the library to check for the techniques.
anwhile, at the desolate.
Philip is currently supervising a large-scale construction project.
It is as big as a large ship. Many artisans are working on it with various equipnt and many inscription masters are simultaneously drawing the inscriptions. Philip held a blueprint in his hands as he looked at the whole project.
Sirona walked towards him from the side as she took a peek at the construction project.
"When did even design this? I never saw sothing like this in the projects we worked on together and never saw anything related to this in the library."
"Did you guys work together a lot?" Philip asked instead of answering the question.
"Not really, but every ti he ca back, he would co looking for to get a second opinion on every major project. I helped him in the puppet ridian network, Cultivation chambers, and many other projects.
I am surprised that he didn’t co to with such a large project and so of the parts of the design are missing so of his usual flares. They appear a bit..."
"Raw." Philip finished her sentence and Sirona nodded.
"Yes, they appeared too raw. The usual finesse and elegance he usually adds to his projects are not present."
"Well, he didn’t actually design the project on paper, it appeared straight out of his head. Most of the design was actually done in his head and he sent it directly into my head."
"No wonder, he didn’t even na it. Too bad."
"Bad? I think it is amazing that he didn’t na it. That guy has no sense of naming whatsoever. I still feel sorry for all the things he nad before."
"I don’t think they are that bad."
They both chuckled.
"You look a lot more cheerful than before." Philip said to Sirona.
"I am. I never knew I could feel this way."
"Good for you then."
They stayed silent and after a few seconds, she asked.
"So, are you going to na this?"
"Yes, there needs to be a na for better coordination."
"What is it?"
"I am thinking ’The Carrier’."
"Really? Carrier?"
"It might sound normal, but I cannot think of a better na. After all, it carries a lot of things."
Back at Gravin’s mansion.
Sam was done with understanding the cultivation technique and other battle techniques that guy used.
He imdiately decided to start cultivating and the first thing he took out is the water he collected from the pond.
He drank half of it as he sat in a calm environnt without any disturbance and started cultivating. His mind is peaceful as he let the energy circulate around his body. He removed his peg leg before he started and in the place of the arm and leg the energy condensed together to form a temporary circulation network completing the ridian network of the cultivation technique. As he circulated, Sam felt relaxed.
His whole body seed lighter than ever and he felt more complete. He couldn’t even notice the missing limbs.
He never had such a cultivation session. His cultivation technique might be profound, but it is also a bit straightforward and for a lack of a better word, crude.
He didn’t need to control the energy too much and he doesn’t need to loosen the bottlenecks one by one as he reached the next level.
All he needs to do is destroy each bottleneck with an excessive amount of energy along with the rest of the beasts.
He is more of a beast than a man in the process of cultivation. But now he felt like a true cultivator.
Soon, the energy from the water was completely gone as he strengthened his cultivation and then he started absorbing the energy from the rest of the water.
He finished absorbing all the energy. But he didn’t directly go for the fruits.
He stopped the cultivation and decided to go for the next organization that helps Sivan’s growth.
And for this organization, Sam is sure that he doesn’t need to hold back at all.
He would never in a million years partner with these guys. The atrocities they commit are completely beyond Sam’s bottom line.
He decided to take all of his recent frustrations with this body on them.
But this organization is a bit branched out and no one knows the supposed headquarters of it. But from what Sivan knew, Sam learned that there is no such thing as headquarters for this organization. It is constantly moving and all the core mbers are in constant motion as they fulfill their duties.
They gather in a commonplace now and then to discuss important matters and that place is not even known to Sivan.
But Sam didn’t care. He would destroy all the places of this organization spread across three realms and he went on that journey.
The first place he arrived at is actually a large bar. He directly barged into the largest private room of the bar and tapped the staff on the floor.
*Crash*
A secret door was crashed open under the stone slab and the stairs were revealed.
The waiter was stunned and he imdiately ran out to call for their boss.
But by the ti they returned, he was already inside and they started hearing so explosion sounds from under it.
Sam went through the stairs and reached a large underground room. Where so people are drinking and gambling. In the corner of the room, there are a bunch of little girls huddled together as a guy inspected their looks one by one.
Sam aid the three protrusions at the handle at the gambling table and only by then did they notice Sam’s presence. They are not even alard by the forcefully reveal of the door and Sam’s entry.
"Who the fuck are you?"
One of the gamblers asked, but he was only replied with three energy bullets.
*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
Three explosions.
The person who asked the question took one bullet all by himself as he was turned into at paste. The second one landed in the middle of the table and all the gamblers were blown away and in the process, the third one hit two guys, who died with half of their bodies gone.
Sam didn’t even bother to wait for them to co back to their senses.
The energy bullets were launched without and propriety and the dozen or so gamblers died along with the guy who is inspecting those little girls.
anwhile, the bar manager ca in with a few people and so more people ca from the adjacent room and attacked him from the rear.
Sam activated the barrier and turned around slowly.
He looked eerie with all the blood and gore behind him and the black mask and the cloak didn’t help. The staff is an added bonus to that creepiness.
Sam started shooting the bullets once again.
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