Chapter 19: Demonic Spear of Order (1/2)
Grants words were of little comfort to me as he took my pulse, giving me a reassuring smile, ” your Meridians look amazing. They are comparable to master cultivators. Your really lucky, or your body must be special; either way, you would have been crippled, your quite luckily.” He voiced, slapping my back.
With a bitter smile, I stared at my body covered in filth and blood. Grant, seeing my plight, grinned not like his usual self before waving his arm. Causing all the impurities on my body to be washed away, similar to an illusion, thanking him, I informed him what happened inside the cube. It would be foolish not to; secrets kill especially when I'm so weak.
His eyes grew big like two saucers before he suddenly faded from my view, returning with Grandfather, who had a shocked expression. Tears fell from his face as he kowtowed towards the cube pounding his head madly against the pavement.
My feelings were rather ambiguous as I stared at my grandfather praying towards a demon-like entity like he was Jesus Christ, but I still maintain a graceful smile.
Turning his attention towards me, he chuckled, his snowy beard shivering with euphoria, ”Do not cultivate for the next few months; your body needs time to adapt. Go to your room to rest. I will start making preparation for you later.”
His words confused me, but I bowed before making a swift exit. My body felt completely different...especially my vital Qi. Everyone, including the demonic beast Vital qi, was red, but mine seemed to have turned black as ink.
Lamenting at myself, falling deeper into the rabbit hole the longer I cultivated I scowled, before taking a long bath. Dunking my head into the warm flowing water, I screamed, feeling frustrated at my situation.
People trying to kill me, a damaged soul, and now a fucked up cultivation. Grandfather had said to wait a few months, but I'm sure my body will adapt quickly in a few weeks, if not days. It was created to be highly adaptive.
Marching out of the bath, I laid naked on my bed, not finding the energy to even dry or cloth myself. Closing my eyes, I fell into the deep dark abyss of darkness.
I did not know how long I had slept, but by the time I opened my eyes, I could see my parents worried expression as they took me into their arms. ”Daman it, Arsène! You really gave us a scare.” Mother shouted in tears.
”Did I sleep for a year again,” I questioned in a panic, looking down at my clothed body?
Flicking my head, Father snorted, ”A week, Lord Grant said you received the ancestors legacy; that's why you were so tired. But we had expected you to sleep for a day or two, not an entire week.” He said, gripping my shoulder, quivering ever so slightly.
Grinning, I patted mother's head before kissing her cheek, ”was mama bird missing her baby. hehe”
Mother's eyes teared up a little more as she nodded, her golden eyes sparkling, ”of course, Richter is not here to play with mama. So all she has left is her youngest.” she happily said, taking me by the hand.
Mother was happier than usual as we spent the day together. The next day, however, I was forced by that demon Grey to attend class. Seeing everyone present, Victoria had a gorgeous grin present as she handed me another spear, ”Something like that will not ever happen again,” She promised.
I couldn't help but disagree inwardly, remembering the blood bath that happened yester...a week ago. Then there was also that insane man that appeared daring to call my mother a whore.
Humming in response, I returned to my seat before looking over the spear technique that Demon had gifted me, ”Demonic Spear of Order,”
It was quite contradictory as demons represented chaos, while devils order. Smirking at the thought, I stared at the image of a Demon holding a demonic, almost sacrilegious spear in his hand as he stared up in disgust at the heavens.
His figures were blurred...again...but there was something off about him, or rather there was a deep calling for him as if he was whispering in my ear ”Arsène~ ” he would call.