Above The Sky
Chapter 407 - 407 378 I Want to Apply for Off-field Assistance!

407: Chapter 378: I Want to Apply for Off-field Assistance!

(2/3) 407: Chapter 378: I Want to Apply for Off-field Assistance!

(2/3) Now, Ian felt a further elevation.

Having completely transformed into a fairy bloodline, the four sublimation organs of the First Energy Level had reached an extremely robust cycle.

He could sense that his spirit and spirit energy, or rather, his soul itself was starting to change under the influence of the fairy bloodline.

A change he couldn’t articulate at the moment, but one that instinctively brought Ian joy.

This was probably the ‘Domain of Extremes’ bringing sublimation to the entire system…

but this process was quite slow, a subtle and gradual sublimation.

——Take it slow, I have all the time in the world to wait.

“The Second Energy Level…

truly a complete metamorphosis.

However, the fairy bloodline hasn’t much enhanced my physical attributes, which could also be seen as a gain and a loss,” he pondered.

Thinking to himself, he opened his eyes, praised the staff around him for their responsibility and reliability, distributed two talle each, then returned to his room.

At this moment, he realized that the main focus of the fairy bloodline was on elemental control and strengthening the soul and perception, in other words, its role was similar to that of a caster.

Although one could strengthen their body through various means, on the whole, they lacked direct abilities for physical combat.

The transformation of the Third Energy Level might still be underway, but by the Fourth Energy Level…

Ian seriously doubted whether Sublimators of the fairy bloodline would still need a body— or rather, whether they could easily discard their bodies like fairies, then recondense them with some simple materials without affecting their core combat strength.

With this in mind, it’s no wonder Patrick, being of the Second Energy Level, couldn’t suppress him too much in terms of physical quality.

Eclipsing Light Refining Dragon, as a parasitic being capable of manipulating three types of origin quality, truly is a casting bloodline like the fairies, without an excellent host.

Being forced to engage in physical combat underground, without clouds or thunder, is indeed a most uncomfortable situation.

Having stored a sufficient amount of origin quality, Ian completed the full set of sublimation organs in one go, skipping the ‘newcomer period’ that typically took about half a year for other Sublimators of the Second Energy Level to slowly accumulate.

After all, not everyone has an Ancient Dragon Heart Core.

Even for great nobles, with abundant origin-quality food and potions available, they still need to convert primordial seeds and gradually condense their sublimation organs bit by bit.

“I still need a bit more time to adapt to the various powers of the Second Energy Level, such as externally projecting origin quality to influence nature, and gathering origin quality to nourish and warm the soul,” he thought.

After some instruction from Master Gossay, Ian had a rough idea of the three stages of the Second Energy Level.

The first stage is the close union of the body with origin quality, forming an internal cycle within the sublimation organs.

The second stage is when origin quality begins to merge gradually with a person’s spirit and will, fostering the growth and strengthening of the soul and spiritual power.

The third stage is the tight integration of the soul with the body, after which, with just a thought, origin quality can freely leave the body and resonate with the natural spiritual energy fields around, worlds apart from the current need for various breathing techniques and instinctive cues to control it.

Thanks to six years of accumulation, Ian had already skipped the first stage, having directly formed his internal circuit of sublimation organs.

And as a Spirit Energy User who had gradually adapted over the years, his origin quality and soul had already begun to integrate and grow incrementally.

It was also for this reason that he was able to advance his Foresight View in the South Sea Great Labyrinth, allowing him to see not only the future direction but also to glimpse traces of the past.

“If I had to categorize it, I guess I’m about halfway through the middle stage of the Second Energy Level.

It’s fitting for the many years of hard training I’ve done—no wonder they say that a Spirit Energy Awakener, if nothing goes awry and with ample resources, has a good chance of reaching the Third Energy Level.”

Of course, this is as if saying ‘theoretically, everyone has a chance to get into a world-class university’…

It’s all theoretical.

Drawing the Coldlight Longsword and checking it, Ian also tested the aetherization and materialization processes of the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.

Both were very smooth.

And the Frost Butterfly, which had been very excited and content when Ian was taking the Magic Potion, was now lying dormant, curled up inside the young man’s helmet, seemingly asleep.

After some thought, Ian placed it into the bottle he used for the Magic Potion, then infused it with some of the extra essence he had extracted earlier, and secured the bottle to his waistband.

Little fairies are influenced by the Great Fairy they follow, which is why fairies revere ‘Empress’ and ‘King’—because from the point of view of origin structure, all fairies are offspring of their empress and king.

For the Frost Butterfly, the overflow of origin quality fluctuations caused by Ian’s advancement would alter part of its inherent origin structure.

This was also a process of ‘learning’ for the Little Fairy.

Now that Ian had advanced to the Second Energy Level, it was estimated that the tiny Primal Fairy would soon be able to initially condense its own Spirit Substance core, possessing a bit of true intelligence.

After settling the Frost Butterfly, Ian prepared some potions.

Confirming that his current armament situation was quite satisfactory, he stood up, ready to set out.

Set out for what?

Certainly not to turn Baron Leyan’s castle upside down looking for something!

Although Ian was indeed very interested in the various doubts related to Baron Leyan, he had not yet reached the point of rummaging through someone else’s house out of curiosity…

unless he found something that could prove his conjecture.

Therefore, he went to the Platinum Iridium Workshop’s remote communication device and started the ‘language module’ with a small piece of Elemental Crystal, connecting to the equipment at the Viscount of Port Harrison’s mansion.

Not getting through on the first attempt, the young man didn’t mind and continued to dial.

On the third try, Ian heard what seemed to be the breathless voice of the Viscount, who must have been exercising before.

The young man checked the current time, just after nine o’clock.

It seemed the Viscount’s nightlife had already begun early.

His own call was ill-timed.

[Ian?] Viscount Grant composed himself and said, [Cough…

At this time, are you in the Leyan Territory?

You must have something urgent if you specifically spent a lot of money to activate the communication module, right?]

He was indeed a bit annoyed, after all, having one’s pleasurable moment interrupted is something no man would take lightly.

But Viscount Grant was very clear that unless it was necessary, Ian would never spend five Small Silver Coins a minute to initiate a voice communication with him.

“Viscount, the information you gave me about Baron Leyan seems to be missing something.”

Ian was to the point, and he asked very seriously, “You only told me that Baron Leyan has the ‘Rockwood Whitestag’ Bloodline, but you didn’t mention his family situation, nor his connections with the Mountain People.”

[Rockwood Whitestag?

Yes, he inherited the bloodline of the mountain protector from the Mountain People, but it’s not very important, as their family completely integrated with The Empire over a hundred years ago.

Aside from occasionally finding a Mountain People’s wife or husband, they are no different from other Nobles]

Viscount Grant was somewhat puzzled: [You were just going there to buy nourishment fluids…

Wait, he didn’t tell you that the Two-Year Shimmering Dawn Grass from his place was stolen, did he?

I clearly told him you would be coming, did he not get the message?]

He clicked his tongue, somewhat impatiently: [Don’t worry, just go and buy it, mention my name.

If it really doesn’t work out and the price is higher, it doesn’t matter, the town hall will reimburse you]

Indeed.

Ian thought.

The theft of the Radiance Grass was obviously involving quite a few Nobles, all in cahoots.

Or rather, because Viscount Grant possessed a commercial port that was hard for The Empire’s oversight system to monitor and that led directly to other countries, he was exceedingly important against the backdrop of the vigorous development of the South Ridge.

Official smuggling, huh…

“I’ve already bought the nourishment fluid, and will send you the reimbursement bill later.”

But this was just a side curiosity, Ian lied without a change in expression, and then continued to inquire, “But in fact, Lord Viscount, what I want to know is about the family situation of Baron Leyan, like who exactly is the Baroness, and whether there are some…

well, like, connections with the Mountain Folk Cult?”

“I just met him this afternoon, and a Nun from the Embrace Light Church was looking for him, and his left hand was already broken by that time.

I am a bit uneasy and even less clear about who could amputate the arm of a noble of the Second Energy Level in his own territory.”

[Family situation?

He’s a widower now.

I remember his wife passed away six years ago—exactly the year you awakened your Spirit Energy, during the second great storm]

Viscount Grant noticed something off about Ian’s question and frowned on the other end of the device, recalling seriously: [The rainstorm brought by the great storm caused massive landslides in the Eluma Mountain Area.

Lady Ranko was returning from the Mountain Tribe with her children to the Barony when the disaster struck…

half a mountain collapsed.

The tremors could even be felt in Indigo Mountain]

[On the day of the landslide, Labor (the Baron’s name) went mad, braving the rain and earthquake to search the mountains, but it was too late.

You know how terrifying half a mountain collapsing can be, plus the rainfall caused by the great storm; the entire road section was buried under mud, and no ordinary person could have possibly survived.

When the bodies were found, it was said the mother and child were so mangled that a complete form couldn’t be discerned]

[It was a real tragedy.

Labor was devastated and has not remarried to this day]