Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 163 - 99: Two Months, Germination, Brain-eating Flower_2

Chapter 163: Chapter 99: Two Months, Germination, Brain-eating Flower_2

"Bang!"

An entire Ice Ball slammed directly onto himself, and the burst of chilling air at that instant caused a sensation of needle-like stings on the surface of his skin, making his whole body shiver uncontrollably.

"Sigh—"

He stood up, moved his body a little, and shook off the ice residue covering him.

Checking his body, other than feeling a bit cold, there were no injuries.

This was the first time he tested the defensive ability of his Pure Body and unexpectedly found it quite good; he was able to withstand a Low Zero Rank Level Magic attack without any effect.

However, the Proficiency level of his Ascetic Body Refinement did not increase on the panel.

Within Ronan’s expectations, he immediately summoned a second Ice Ball.

The third one...

The fourth one...

After smashing five Ice Ball Skills onto himself in a row, the Proficiency level on his character panel finally increased from the original 7 points to 8 points.

Ronan, covered in a thin layer of ice frost, clenched his fist tightly as he looked at the panel.

It’s feasible!

His idea was not wrong!

Since both Wind Element and Ice Magic could prompt the growth in Master Level Proficiency of Ascetic Body Refinement, spells of other elements were definitely also possible.

He had finally figured out how to proceed with the practice of Ascetic Body Refinement at the Master Level.

"But it’s just enduring lightning with the flesh, washing the face with ice frost, bathing in the lava... That’s all."

"Master Level Ascetic Body Refinement, is this the beginning of emphasizing the enhancement of the body’s elemental resistance?"

Ronan’s eyes blazed with passion, a feeling he hadn’t experienced for a long time ignited within his heart.

"Training the body while casually also increasing the Proficiency of magic spells, killing two birds with one stone."

"Time to grind..."

...

Mini Secret Realm Space.

Beside a transparent ice coffin encased in a dense Rune Formation, Benny sat on a chair, holding a silver cup, resting leisurely.

Compared to a few months ago, the rust-like decay on Benny’s left cheek had improved significantly, gradually revealing his originally heroic facial contours.

But his temples had more gray hair, and his overall appearance was disheveled, looking very exhausted. Only his pale gold eyes retained their calm and alert glow, seemingly always in contemplation.

"Pop—"

A strange noise sounded, creating a clear echo within the silent Secret Realm Space.

Benny, roused from his thoughts by the rest, thought he had misheard, but as his gaze instinctively shifted in a certain direction...

His eyes slipped into a momentary daze, followed by an uncontrollable surge of excitement and joy flooding from the depths of his eyes.

Benny quickly stood up from his chair and teleported to an experimental table filled with various instruments, exuding a strong smell of blood.

His gaze was completely fixated on a seed soaked in an unknown dark red liquid on the table.

The seed had sprouted, with a tiny whitish-pink growth on the black embryo, where whitish-pink seemed to have vein-like patterns spreading slowly across it.

Benny stared at that seed for a long time, his gaze intoxicated as if to immerse himself in it.

Moments later, he regained his composure and swiftly took out a Communication Stone from his pocket, speaking in a low voice, "The seed has sprouted...

And there’s something I need to tell you, you better come over here as soon as you can."

After speaking, Benny put away the Communication Stone, his attention fully returning to the seed in front of him.

At some unknown time, he had taken out paper and pen, observing, thinking, and quickly recording something.

After an indefinite span of time, a faint energy fluctuation passed through the entrance of the Secret Realm Space.

"You’re here, after the Holy Blood Tree Seed germinates, what’s needed is... Hmm?..."

Benny, who was in the midst of observing, called out towards the entrance of the Secret Realm subconsciously, but as he got a clear look at the visitor’s appearance, he was taken aback.

The person’s appearance and temperament had changed so much that Benny almost thought he had recognized the wrong person.

A tall young Englishman with an impressive stance approached him with long strides.

White hair, blue eyes, and on his right arm was an arm bracelet enveloped in swirling black mist; silver and blue rune patterns grew upwards along his chest and neck, highlighting an exquisite and noble temperament.

The youth seemed to have just emerged from a recent cultivation practice, his skin still damp with beads of sweat that hadn’t yet dried.

His entire being felt like a massive and terrifying smelting furnace, emitting horrendous invisible waves of heat all around him, searing everything nearby and exerting an overwhelmingly domineering sense of oppression.

As the youth approached Benny step by step, this aura gradually retracted until it had vanished completely, as if a longsword had been resheathed.

The youth returned to his original delicate and handsome appearance, with skin as smooth as fine silk, and an ice-blue stone necklace faintly visible around his neck, as if he was a young noble lord who had just stepped out from a wealthy family.

"Is this what it looks like when the Holy Blood Tree Seed sprouts?"

The youth quickly walked to the experimental table, squinted his eyes to take a close look at the sprouting seed on the table, then turned his head towards Benny, "What did you just say would be needed in the future?"

Benny snapped out of his brief daze, and took a deep look at the youth.

He didn’t understand why, despite the fact that the fluctuations of the youth’s spiritual power had not significantly increased, the sense of threat emanating from him was far denser than it had been two months before.

It was as if a legendary giant dragon was sealed within the body, occasionally and unwittingly revealing its scales and teeth, capable of sending a chill of terror through one’s soul.

These are someone else’s secrets; everyone has their secrets, including himself.

"We need your fresh blood for regular watering..."

Benny spoke, "For the seed to continue growing, it must be irrigated with blood rich in vitality.

So far, your blood is the most vibrant and full of life I have ever seen..."

Ronan’s brow furrowed slightly, but then he heard Benny continue, "You don’t need a lot, and it won’t have much of an impact on your body.

Additionally, using your fresh blood has another benefit: when the Holy Blood Tree is fully grown, it will be particularly close to you.

It’s a bond of blood kinship, even more intimate than some soul-bound master-servant contracts..."

"So, you’re saying that once it drinks my blood, it will recognize me as its master?"

Ronan understood.

"More or less. You are supposed to be its master, after all."

Benny replied indifferently.

Ronan nodded and without wasting words, a sliver of black mist separated from the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel arm bracelet on his right arm, flowing into his hand and forming a Small Knife, which then quickly shifted to a bright silver color.

Ronan picked up the knife and gently sliced his index finger.

This was not an easy thing to do after two months of Ascetic Body Refinement.

Only Ronan knew how much strength was needed to cut open the flesh of his fingertip, forcing out droplets of fresh blood to fall into the petri dish containing the Holy Blood Tree Seed.

After about a dozen drops of blood had been dripped into the dish, Benny told Ronan to stop.

"That’s a lot less than I expected we would need..."

Benny looked at Ronan with a hint of surprise.

Ronan acted as if he hadn’t heard him and carelessly sucked the wound on his finger, asking Benny, "What was the other thing you mentioned in the Communication Stone?"

"It’s about you."

Benny carefully manipulated the Holy Blood Tree Seed in the petri dish and said, "The Magic Ring recently discovered a Brain-eating Flower, located within a Secret Realm, and announced it as a mission..."

"How can you stay in the Secret Realm all day and not go out, yet still be so well-informed about the various news within the Magic Ring?"

Ronan was astonished.

Benny simply shook his head and said, "It’s just a little privilege of once being Third Ring that hasn’t been completely revoked yet.

That’s not the point.

The point is that I happen to know an ancient Magic Potion recipe that requires the Brain-eating Flower as the main ingredient.

Other than significantly enhancing spiritual power, the effect of this ancient potion..."

Benny paused here and looked at Ronan, then continued after a moment’s thought, "Perhaps it could also increase the chances of you achieving a Level 1 Law Domain Resonance in advance."

"Hum—"

Ronan’s pupils trembled slightly.

He quickly regained his composure.

"Tell me the details about this