7 The Rings Spirit 2 (2/2)
Beirand's eyes glistened. ”Anselm Dreamsworn, a fine name indeed.”
”Uncle, with your soul existing in the ring, is there any way for it to be released completely? Not only allowing you to leave temporarily, but to separate soul and ring?” Anselm felt closer to Uncle Beirand, and so was worried that he'd be trapped and have to suffer in the ring forever.
Stroking his beard, Beirand thought for a moment before replying, ”Anselm, I told you before that my soul was sealed in the ring. The being that sealed me here was incredibly powerful - he had strength incomprehensible to the people of this world. For me to leave here, there are two options.
Firstly, the one that cast the seal has to be killed. With his strength, however, that is almost impossible. Secondly, if I fully heal my soul and recover my strength, then I have confidence in being able to break the seal set on me.
It's comfortable in the ring anyway and I can leave whenever I want to - just as long as I don't stay outside too long.”
Anselm remembered those methods deep in his heart. In the future, he would help his Uncle Beirand to escape the confines of the ring. After listening to what he said, concern flashed through Anselm's eyes,
”But what if somebody notices you when you're outside of the ring?”
Beirand simply chuckled in response.
”In my current feeble state, only those with aura mastery at the Spirit Lord stage and above can faintly detect my existence. As my strength recovers, even those at the Life Master stage won't be able to discover me. The ring itself has aura masking properties as well, so there isn't even the slightest presence of aura emanating from it.”
Anselm looked on in wonder, ”You sound so strong, Uncle! With your strength, surely you can train and teach me. You've got nothing better to do, right? I'm only at the early stage of Vitalisation.”
An enigmatic smile appeared on Beirand's face, ”Only early stage of Vitalisation? Check again.”
Confused, Anselm began to inspect his body. Circulating Heaven's Anil technique, he was shocked to discover that several new aura meridians had been forged in his body. From the manual that Captain Alder gave him, his current strength was equivalent to the middle stage of Vitalisation - a level that the village's weaker hunters were at.
”I was only at the early stage before I ventured into the Shadow Woods, so when did I break through?”
With a smug look on his face, Beirand answered his question.
”A man with a scar covering one of his eyes entered the room a few days ago and fed you an Eternal Vitality pill. When I exited the ring earlier, I also sent some of my remaining aura into your body to finish the recovery and wake up. With such a large volume of aura from me and the strong medicinal properties of the pill in your body, your body unconsciously circulated your Vitalisation technique and used the excess aura to create new aura meridians.”
'A man with a scar on his eye? That must be Captain Alder. I'm sure he'd be shocked to see that I've already advanced to the middle stage of Vitalisation.'
Anselm underestimated the speed at which he broke through two cultivation levels. It usually takes new aura immortals several weeks or even months to advance even a single level, yet he's already advanced twice. It would be safe to say that Captain Alder would be completely stunned.
Anselm looked up at Beirand and respectfully clasped his fists.
”Thank you for the help, Uncle Beirand!”
Beirand waved his hand. ”No need for such formalities, Anselm. We're good friends now.” He turned his head towards the door. ”I can hear footsteps coming this way. It looks like you have a visitor. I'll head back into the ring to rest a little then. It was fun meeting you, young Anselm.”
Beirand's body disappeared as he was transported back into the ring.
Gently touching the ring, a smile appeared on Anselm's face and a tear gently ran down his cheek. ”Uncle Beirand…”
A voice appeared in his head. ”Hey, I haven't gone forever. My body has just entered the ring. I'm still here!”