Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 140 - 89: Sinking as an Instinct, Youth is the First Blade_2

Chapter 140: Chapter 89: Sinking as an Instinct, Youth is the First Blade_2

"Do you know the saying of the Multi-Ring Continent?"

Benny suddenly inquired.

Ronan paused, thought for a moment, and replied: "The Nine Ring Continent?"

"More or less, no one knows exactly how many layers this world is divided into..."

Benny spoke calmly: "But the constant sinking of Free Energy Particles is an indisputable fact.

The richness of Energy Particles determines the abundance of resources. The lower the land, the more resources there are, and the smoother the path of advancement...

Every Wizard should have an unceasing desire to descend.

Ancient Wizard Forces that once flourished on this continent, with the exception of those obliterated by the river of time, almost all have moved to deeper layers..."

"If you want to reach higher in the future... then make descending an instinct."

"So..."

Ronan couldn’t help but frown, interrupting Benny’s words.

"What does this have to do with soul Age?"

He could understand the "competition" concept that Benny emphasized—it’s just the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, which is how he has always been living.

Only previously, what he had fiercely fought for was not resources, but mostly... just for that tiny chance of how to survive as the weak.

Faced with Ronan’s question, Benny coolly responded: "Soul age is your ticket to enter the competition of descending."

"Huh?"

Ronan blinked, puzzled.

"Young souls are full of vitality, ambitious, and more suitable for battling for the Magic Ring."

"Most importantly, many ancient Secret Realms’ entrances can only be accessed by sufficiently young souls.

That’s because the flow of time inside most Secret Realms is often different from the outside world. The older it is, the more chaotic it gets.

These Secret Realm entrances’ locations accumulate a large amount of time energy particles. They develop into a mysterious power, commonly known as the Time Curse.

The Time Curse loves to cling to those Wizards whose souls carry the scent of decay, like hungry, gluttonous snakes, and could in an instant devour a Wizard whose life isn’t much to speak of...

Even if you are powerful, you will still be affected.

Only the aura of youth can drive ’them’ away and withstand the Curse."

"So the Magic Ring has always favored those young and talented Wizards, with resources generally leaning in this direction too."

"The soul age of one hundred years is a dividing line. For the same Second-level Wizards, there’s a big difference in treatment between those whose soul age is over one hundred and those under..."

Benny stopped in his tracks, his pipe in hand melted like mercury, finally taking the form of a black short sword in his hand.

"You are your first sharp blade, Damien."

He looked at the short sword in his hand and said softly: "Make good use of it, fight for what you should when it’s time, never shrink back or be merciful.

Otherwise, you might never have such a chance again."

Ronan fell silent.

After a moment, a plain black wooden box appeared in his hand, which he tossed to Benny.

"Here. The Holy Blood Tree Seed you wanted."

But the wooden box was returned to Ronan’s hand the next second.

Ronan looked at Benny in surprise.

"Give it to me three days later.

I will leave the Magic Ring in three days, you bring the seed over, and inject the Ice Energy into the Rune Formation on the ice coffin for the last time.

No matter if the seed can survive or not, I will return it to you one day.

Of course, if you don’t trust me..."

Benny gazed at Ronan calmly: "You can also go back on your word."

Ronan’s eyes flickered, "Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving after getting the seed?"

Benny did not reply but turned his head away, and then casually gave Ronan a Communication Stone.

"I’ve offended many people in the Magic Ring before, and if you vouched for me, it’s easy for you to be painted as in cahoots with me.

In the future, you might be forced to attract some trouble...

Keep this Communication Stone safe, and you can ask for help from its counterpart’s owner when needed, and he will surely help you."

Ronan stared at the Communication Stone in his hand, with the light constantly flowing and flickering in his eyes.

When he looked up again, he found that Benny’s figure had disappeared long ago.

...

"Three days."

Blueberry Inn, in the room, Ronan sat on the soft leather sofa, fiddling with the small wooden box housing the Holy Blood Tree Seed, but his eyes kept falling on the things placed in front of him on the coffee table.

A Rune Stone that recorded all First and Second Rank Metal Magic and the Silverization Soul Seal, and an ordinary Communication Stone marked only with a Communication Seal.

They were the two items that Benny had given him.

Ronan had checked everything, the inheritance should be fine, but the Communication Stone...

"I can’t even sense the location of the other party’s seal."

Ronan slightly frowned, "Is Benny playing a trick on me, planning to trap me at a critical moment, or is it because... he’s been played by someone else?"

The latter seemed more likely.

Up to this point in the trade between Ronan and Benny, he had gotten the better end of the deal.

Apart from charging Benny’s ice coffin’s Rune Formation with energy once, a mere effort on his part, he hadn’t given much else.

Perhaps because of Benny’s reputation, he might have unknowingly tainted himself with some unknown troubles, but...

This was also his choice, something he knew beforehand.

Between enduring thirty years under Basil’s parasitism, and possibly offending some people because of Benny, he ultimately chose the latter.