Chapter Ⅴ:Martial Spirit
After a few minutes, I regained my composure and began to think seriously. It was no longer just a matter of self-development—I had to hurry. Self-improvement was no longer my priority at the moment.
The real question now was: how could I help Aislyn at this early stage? She was still young, and her personality was not fully formed yet, making it difficult for her to understand things clearly or grasp the purpose of training. Unlike me, she had no memories from a past life to accelerate her growth; she would rely entirely on her bloodline inheritance.
I would teach her how to train, and even if she didn't understand why, I hoped she would try to imitate me. I could turn the exercises into simple games to make it easier for her.
I didn't want Aislyn to fall behind, let alone leave. Although our relationship had been built on exchanging emotions throughout the past month, I had grown very attached to this small cluster of positive feelings.
(From a third-person perspective)
Nearly seven hundred years had passed.
Amid snow-covered hills and frozen lakes, a group of five—four adults and one young man—moved forward with slow, cautious steps. The deeper they ventured into the heart of the Extreme North, the heavier the tension grew among them.
The strongest of the party was merely a Spirit King with six spirit cores: one white, two yellow, one purple, and two black. His spirit possessed low-level ice attributes, and he had yet to surpass the mid-stage of the Spirit King realm. If he were to encounter a spirit beast of fifteen thousand years, he would have no choice but to flee.
Ordinarily, none of them would have dared approach the center of the Extreme North, a place crawling with spirit beasts older than ten thousand years. But after three fruitless months of searching without finding a suitable spirit beast, they had no choice but to risk pressing deeper into the central region.
The young master, who had broken through to the Spirit Trainee rank at the age of fifteen, was regarded as a prodigy. To ensure such talent would not go to waste, the group had chosen to gamble, advancing to where the chance of encountering a high-quality spirit beast was far greater.
The young man spoke, his voice carrying both boredom and complaint:
"Uncle Li, we've been walking this path for more than three months now… How much longer must we wander through this barren, frozen wasteland? We haven't encountered a single suitable spirit beast, not even at the outskirts."
He was around eighteen years old, with an ordinary face and a slightly plump build. Yet, his tone at times carried an air of arrogance.
Uncle Li replied in a weary tone, "Young master, the spirit beasts here aren't older than a thousand years, and even the most mature among them barely reach twelve hundred. The chance of finding a suitable spirit beast of the right age is almost nonexistent, especially in the far north."
Uncle Li had endured the young master's arrogance throughout the first week. Born into an ordinary farming family, awakening a low-level ice-element combat spirit was already a tremendous achievement for him. He had even assisted the young master personally, never daring to think of seizing the essence of a high-level spirit beast.
A middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Uncle Li, let's go and inspect those hills. Perhaps luck will favor us, and we'll find a suitable spirit beast there."
This suggestion came from one of the three other Spirit Masters present—a middle-aged man who possessed a spirit beast with ordinary ice attributes.
The other two responded in unison, "Let's go. We have no choice but to rely on luck anyway."
After traversing several kilometers and climbing the icy hills, the group's eyes fell upon a small frozen lake. On its banks stood a snow-white dragon, streaked with shimmering shades of blue, giving it a sparkling appearance, like ice or crystals.
The icy white dragon looked as if it had come from another world. Its body radiated a vivid blue glow, glistening like a piece of pure ice or polished crystal. Its wings were massive and semi-transparent, arching backward with fluid dynamism, as if crafted from shattered glass or pure ice; their intricate details made them glitter with every reflection of light around them.
Its head was adorned with slender horns and sharp spikes that angled backward, with a long central horn jutting from its forehead, giving it a majestic, legendary appearance. Its brilliant blue eyes brimmed with power, evoking awe, as if gazing from a royal throne over its dominion.
Its body was covered in thick, gleaming scales resembling hardened ice or crystalline formations, arranged in a strict geometric pattern, each scale reflecting a steadfast, steel-like chill. This precise arrangement made its body appear carved from compressed, unyielding ice.
It measured three and a half meters in length, and from its body seeped a bitterly cold air that froze everything in its path. This dragon not only radiated immense power but also embodied deadly cold; its mere presence was enough to instill a sense of inescapable, looming danger.
They had not the slightest hope of finding such a rare and high-quality spirit beast upon entering the central region. What a fortuitous encounter!
If the young master could obtain this spirit dragon's pearl, he would surely ascend to the level of a true Spirit Lord, becoming a formidable force not to be underestimated.
Uncle Li said, "Young master, you are extremely lucky. This is a snow-white dragon, about 1,700 years old. It is perfectly suited for the three spirit cores."
They could hardly believe they had managed to find such a rare spirit beast simply by entering the central region.
The young master exclaimed with delight, "Uncle Li, help me capture this spirit beast!"
Despite his arrogance, he understood the true value of the dragon's racial pearl deeply and knew exactly what this opportunity meant.
Uncle Li responded firmly, "Xiao Tian, Liu Bai, Guo Ning, help me trap this spirit beast. Aim for the wings. This icy white dragon, though not powerful on its own, is extremely fast, and even a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast wouldn't be able to defeat it. If it tries to escape, we won't be able to catch it."
Feeling reassured, the entire group replied in perfect unison:"Yes, yes, yes."
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