50 Blood Cultivation (1/2)
Arnin looked at the flame in front of him. Is was different from the one he saw in the past, however the aura it exuded was much more intense. It felt extremely strong, and also somewhat mysterious, almost like the saber.
”This is my Flames of Neutrality, haha!” Arnin was exhilarated. He never thought that the outcome would be so amazing. Arnin swallowed the flame and it went back into seed form. What confused Arnin about the whole ordeal was the seed that was created. He didn't know what element it belonged to.
Would it fall under the fire element? Maybe the darkness element? Possibly light? Or would it be all of them? Or maybe even none?
Arnin could feel each of the elements inside of the seed, however they felt slightly different from before. Arnin decided to call it the Neutrality seed, since it was birthed from the Flames of Neutrality.
Arnin was extremely happy, however there one last thing that was on his mind. He had decided to keep the withering component inside his body, and even created a seed of Neutrality with the fire, however there was still one more component left, the blood component.
This was one of the three that came into his body without him directing it inside. It was also a very rare type of component, and he only knew that it existed because of one of the cultivation manuals that Fae gave him.
'Should I discard this, or keep it? I kept the other two, and this is also just a type of component. It doesn't conflict with anything that I already have.' Arnin pondered quietly. The blood component was rare, however it might have many mysterious uses that Arnin didn't know about, especially since he had never used anything like it in the past.
After pondering for a few minutes, Arnin decided that he would keep the blood component. It didn't hurt to have it, and it might even be helpful in the future.
Arnin brought out the saber once more and began to hunt for some more components. He no longer needed to look for light, darkness, or fire, so he focused on space, withering, death and blood. He knew that time would be difficult to obtain unless he went to higher floors, so he decided not to waste his time trying to find it.
Another hour or so passed, and Arnin had absorbed plenty of death and withering components. He took in a decent amount of space components as well, however he only managed to absorb a very meagre amount blood components.
'Hmm, is there a special way to get the blood component?' Arnin looked around the room and found that there was a little bit of blood on the floor. 'Wasn't there much more last time? How did it decre-' That's when it hit Arnin. The best way to obtain the blood component was to be in a place where one could find lots of blood, like battlefields, or anywhere blood was spilled.
Arnin smiled wickedly. He knew that this essence was very good for him. He enjoyed the process of killing others, whether it was for his own objective or just for fun. It was thrilling.
'Alright, I have cultivated enough in this room. I will have to find a way to get blood later. Right now, I need to go and train with this new flame of mine.' Arnin got up and walked out of the room. The door was still visible in the dark room, and opening it didn't require any special order of knocks.
Arnin walked out of the door and stretched his body, as he had been sitting down for many hours. The sun was still up, but it would be setting soon, so Arnin wanted to quickly get what he needed done.
As he walked towards the middle desk where Surk was, people looked at him with strange eyes. Arnin was confused as to why they were looking at him like that, so he began to inspect himself and quickly found the reason. His clothes were in tatters and there was blood on his arms and face. He looked like a wreck, so who wouldn't stare?
Since he now knew the reason why they were staring, Arnin shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way, ignoring their weird looks.
Soon, he got to the front desk and found Surk standing with his back towards him. ”Hey, Surk.” Arnin spoke without the proper respect that a junior should show to a senior, however he didn't care. He didn't find anyone to be his senior, since he himself was actually over a hundred million years old.
Surk turned around and had a smile on his face, however that smile quickly froze when he saw Arnin's condition. ”W-what happened to you? Weren't you just cultivating in there?” Surk asked with some confusion. He couldn't help but shake his head. He always felt that there was something wrong with Arnin; bad things just always tended to happen around him.
”Become my slave, and I will tell you.” Arnin smirked towards Surk, however he wasn't really serious about it. If Surk did accept, then that would be great, but if he didn't, then it didn't matter. It was just a joke.
Surk's mouth twitched when he thought back to the library scene. Arnin beat his servant and slave to the point where they weren't even recognizable. He shuddered at the memory. ”Heh… heh...heh. Y-you sure are a funny guy.” Surk laughed awkwardly.
”I need to find a place to train some skills. Is there a place like that in the Tower or even in the academy?” Arnin asked.
”Umm, well there is a place like that in the Training field. It's not in the Tower though.” Surk said after thinking for a few seconds.
”Take me to it.” Arnin spoke and then turned around. Surk was about to decline, but seeing that Arnin already begun to walk away, he couldn't help but shake his head bitterly.
'This kid really likes to push me around.' Surk hesitated before following Arnin. He went in front of him very quickly, and led him out the South gate, toward the grassy field.
”So, where is this place?” Arnin looked around at the familiar sight and asked Surk.
”Just follow me. It is not that far.” Surk smiled before leading Arnin around the Tower. The kept walking around the large walls and Arnin eventually began to hear some noises.
”Hah! AHH!”
*CLANK*
As they finally circled the Tower, Arnin saw a large area that was fenced around the sides. The barrier went on for many kilometers, enclosing a sizeable amount of land.
”This is the place where the Moth students come to practice their skills. They either duel each other, or practice with the training bags.” Surk pointed towards the large grassy area. Not only was there lots of space filled with grass, Arnin could even see dozens of platforms which looked like they were made of a gem like material.
”What are the rules here? If we duel, can we kill? How seriously can we damage the opponent?” Arnin asked without any change in his expression. Surk knew that he wasn't asking this as a joke, Armin was serious.
”Well, you can't kill anyone here unless--” Surk hesitated but Arnin quickly cut in.
”Unless what?” Arnin smiled wickedly.
”U-umm, let's ignore that. You can duel them and injure them, but you can't kill them.” Surk became bitter because of his slip of tongue.
Arnin glared at Surk. ”I won't ask again. What is that 'unless' you were about to mention?” Arnin slowly released a lot of his sinister aura. Surk shivered and took a deep gulp. After Arnin's breakthrough, Surk didn't feel confident in taking Arnin down, especially since he saw him destroy Unuz, who was in the same realm as him.
”Well, a duel of life and death allows for you to kill. However, both parties have to agree, or else you will be punished severely.” Surk quickly reminded Arnin that both parties had to agree. If he didn't, he felt that Arnin might go and begin killing indiscriminately.
”Say I do have the duel of life and death with someone, and I happen to kill them. Will the academy pester me, or will they act as if it didn't happen?” Arnin thought that this would be the best way to collect some blood essence components. If he went up to the stage, killed some of the people, and started to cultivate around their bleeding bodies, it could help him collect a lot more blood components.
”The academy will not pester you if both parties agreed willingly, however the family behind the person might try to harm you. That's only if you go outside the academy though, they can't do anything inside.” Surk explained. He hoped that Arnin would back off if he knew that the families would have something against him.
'The families could become a problem. I will be doing missions soon, and will most likely need to go out of the academy. Hmm.' Arnin put his hand on his chin as he began to ponder what he should do.
”Let me ask you one more thing. If I cripple a person, what will happen?” Arnin decided that killing right now may not be the best choice. However, if he sliced off their arms and legs, and then allowed the blood to drain for a period of time, that could still work for him.
”As long as they can continue their cultivation, then anything is fine.” Surk decided to tell Arnin whatever he wanted. He knew that if he didn't, then Arnin could force it out of him, or he could just go and ask someone else.
'Should I call a teacher and have them supervise the area?' Surk began to think of a solution. He felt that once Arnin stepped onto a platform, things would become very chaotic, very quickly. Surk nodded his head and decided to get a teacher to supervise the area to prevent Arnin from doing anything excessive.
”Arnin, you can head over, I'm gonna go back. I still have work to do as well. Hehe!” Surk laughed bitterly as his mouth twitched somewhat.
Arnin raised an eyebrow and smirked at Surk's obvious expression. 'This guy is going to do something.' Arnin shook his head and waved his head. He didn't really mind what Surk did. If he followed the rules, then no one could do anything to him.
When Surk got the signal, he bolted away. He was going to find Xaac, since he was the one who led the new students over. 'Let's just hope I can do this quickly, or else there might be too many casualties.' Surk would have warned the other students about Arnin, but he knew that they wouldn't believe him, especially with their towering pride.
As Surk disappeared, Arnin scoffed, before walking towards the training area. He looked around with a mysterious smile, while everyone also looked at him with weird looks. Arnin hadn't changed his clothes yet, so he was not surprised by their reactions.
Arnin walked over to a big guy who was punching a training bag. He looked to be around the age of twenty one, however his body was much larger than that of others his age. He had refined muscles that bulged out, while his face also had a small beard. He looked like a macho man, however his cultivation was not too high, only Essence Manifest - Earth.
Arnin didn't care if the person was at the Sky or Earth realm, he was just looking for people who would spill lots of blood for him.
”Hey, ugly beast, wanna duel?” Arnin walked over and began to taunt right away. He wanted to anger the guy into fighting him since no would fight a five year old, unless they were similar in age or realm.