Chapter 21: Nine Years (1/2)
Two weeks had passed since the death of Isula, but a cold atmosphere hung over the estate of the Snows. Grey had gone completely mad, cleansing the entire manor slaughtering everyone he deemed a traitor.
The traitors' bodies were hung high into the sky of our home, showcasing all that would occur if you were deemed to be a traitor. In all my years, I had not seen such a slaughter, yet no one dared voice their opinion before the demon known as Greyson Snow.
This had marked the end of my hiding period, and a great change within me had occurred. By my uncle's side, we began planning our next move. I had officially dropped out of school, at least for now; there were far too many factors in regards to my safety.
Mother and Father had objected, but I held steadfast in my decision. I had grown much colder since that day. With that thought of the disgusting Light of Ashna, I began my training with the Demonic Spear of Order.
No more were the days of frolicking with my parents but days of Blood and Steel. Every day I would join in the training ground fight against those older than me until I was bloodied and beaten. Mother would shed tears begging me to take it easy, but I knew that my enemy would not.
Aside from my spear training, I had broken into the next stage, known as Qi Condensation, oddly enough. A Realm where we connect to the heavens allowing us to steal qi from heaven and earth. Qi Condensation had nine stages, where we would gather the qi of heaven and earth into our Dantain.
My breakthrough shattered the record my brother had created, but I did not feel proud. Although, my Grandfather was fuming when he heard I broke through as he had prepared a cultivation bath to strengthen my foundation. Only to be shocked when he discovered that my foundation was far stronger than most.
I had originally wanted to keep on increasing my Cultivation but stopped as I felt my body changing, unfolding into something never recorded in cultivation history. The black vital qi within me had started corrupting my dantian, turning black as night. At first, I was worried, but as the years began to pass, those thoughts vanished.
It had been nine years since the day Isula had died, and the snow family had changed considerably. By Grey's side, my name slowly became known by all as the Snow families Ashen Prince.
With a step into my uncle's office, my hands behind my back with a cold, calculating expression. Grey slowly handed me a few documents causing me to sneer.
He eyed me with an inquisitive stare. Causing me to grown inwardly even after all these years, he still loves testing me. Placing the document down, I poured myself a glass of whiskey from his collection.
”Why not let the imperial whore succeed? Either way, we still win. Marquiss Dra would be in hot water for his involvement allowing us to take over some of his assets. While the house of Julus would be killed off.”
”You would sacrifice Marquiss Dra for that reason alone. Preposterous, that man has one of the biggest spy networks in the kingdom. Do you really believe we can just seize his assets so easily?” said Grey with a scowl. His long fingers lightly tapping his desk as we spoke.
”When the imperial whore decided to kill the first prince, it was he who secretly founded that woman's campaign. From what we know, there is a civil war brewing in pendragon, and Marquess Dra is right in the middle. Unless the Snow family is planning on siding with the imperial whore we need to get rid of this thorn.” I said, already compiling my own plan behind Grey's back.