Chapter 605: How Bold
“Will I?” Theron asked with a smile that was almost sweet.
BOOM.
An elder with hair dancing with whites and greys appeared, his body a controlled mass of power.
On a single shoulder, he wore a pauldron that looked carved from white steel. It was strapped to his body with a belt of blue, a saber hanging from a sheath attached to his body via the same method.
He looked like a true warrior, and his aura was even more daunting.
An Ascended Cloud Realm expert, to be sure.
This was a cultivation realm only the Patriarchs and Matriarchs of the various powers here could reach, with very few exceptions. But all of a sudden, a random elder had appeared with this much power.
“What is going on here?”
The voice sounded questioning, but the wave of power that threatened to crush Theron where he crouched was undeniable. It seemed he didn’t care very much about hearing the answer.
Theron, though, only sneered.
“I received a personal message from Elder Lyrah just yesterday.”
The moment the name touched Theron’s tongue, all of the momentum of the elder seemed to recede like a tide, fear flickering in his eyes.
There was only one Elder Lyrah, and there was no way this boy would know her name unless he was telling the truth. Nothing else seemed to make sense.
“But imagine my surprise when this little disciple here claimed that I shouldn’t be able to participate? Worst of all, he actually unilaterally lowered the quota of my Nightingale Sect to just three. I don’t even think the powers here with only Treading Cloud Realm experts leading them have such a low quota, no? Are you the one overseeing him?”
The eyes of the elder flashed, confusion hitting him in waves.
Why would an insignificant Outer Disciple do such a thing?
Sure, the Nightingale Sect itself was worthless, and attendants to this gathering often bullied small Sects like it, but it wouldn’t go so far.
In that case, this young man had certainly been ordered by someone else and was now suffering for it. But it seemed the person doing the ordering wasn’t aware of Theron’s backing; otherwise, if they had ten times the guts, they wouldn’t dare.
If this old man knew that the one who pulled the strings to get this young man to act this way was probably Elder Lyrah herself, who knew how he would react?
He was clever, to be sure. Just apparently not clever enough.
“This… young man, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Please.” Theron gestured with a smile on his face. His familiar gentle tone and winning smile made the elder relax considerably. Of course, this only worked because of Elder Lyrah’s name.
“As far as I know, the Nightingale Sect is a Sect of Dark Mancers…” His voice trailed off, but his gaze landed on the faint bubble of mist protecting Lyra. It was subtle and pletely invisible to the naked eye. But the senses of an Ascended Cloud Realm expert couldn’t be underestimated.
Theron’s smile deepened, flipping a palm.
A sphere of Water and a sphere of Dark Mana formed, rotating around one another in perfect harmony before falling into one another and fusing perfectly.
“I am a Dual Resonance Mancer. I can, of course, control both.”
The pupils of the elder constricted.
“I see, of course, of course.”
At that moment, the elder believed everything. Of course Elder Lyrah would be interested in such a disciple. Although Water Mancers weren’t Ice Mancers, the connections were very close.
This also wasn’t the continent. There was no stigma against Water Mancers here; they were seen the same way as any other Elementalist would be. Though, they still weren’t known for their attack prowess.
Also, because of the heavier emphasis on Laws and Echoes here, it wasn’t unheard of for Water Mancers to learn to control Ice Mana through these abilities.
A Dual Resonance Mancer, depending on their Water Mana talent, could easily learn to wield Ice Mana. Of course, their Resonance with Ice would be of a lower tier than their Resonance with Water. But it was often a tradeoff that was worth it if the talent was strong enough.
Even the weakest disciple of the Hall of Ice and Heart was a Runebound Talent, not to mention the resources and training they had received.
For Theron to defeat an Outer Disciple by five cultivation realms, including a large realm gap, above him, it could only mean that he was at least a Higher Arcane Talent, maybe even Peak.
That made it more than worth it.
“There’s no need to worry about this disciple. I will handle your Nightingale Sect’s acmodations personally and thoroughly punish this disciple. I will make certain that young friend is satisfied.”
Theron smiled and stood up, releasing his hold on the youth and returning to Lyra’s side.
“…Who is Elder Lyrah?” Lyra asked with a hushed whisper.
“No need to worry your pretty little head.”
Lyra pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind,” Theron said in a familiar tone.
“Hey!”
Theron laughed.
Elder Lyrah sat on a slab of ice. Despite the fact she was getting on in age, she had an undeniable beauty to her. Her bust was tall, her hips wide, hair that was a pale shade of blue falling to her shoulders while her brows looked frosted in white.
There were faint signs of age on her face, delicately hidden with makeup and what was undoubtedly a well-refined skin care routine. But a beauty she was nonetheless. In fact, if one said she was still the top beauty of the Hall of Ice and Heart, no one would fight you on the fact.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Her irises flashed with a blazing intent that almost made their baby blues look white before they faded.
“…Still a bit away…” she said softly.
Remembering something, she flipped a palm to reveal a badge. She read the messages left on them, and her eyes narrowed.
“How bold. Who dares to use my name in such a lie?”
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