Warlock Apprentice

The bloodline essence of a succubus, as its name suggested, came from an Abyss Succubus.

To know the effect of the essence, one should learn about the arts learned by wizards first.

One of the three major arts, the Bloodline Art, allowed wizards to absorb the bloodline of powerful creatures into their own body in order to receive an evolved bloodline. For Bloodline Wizards, any creature that lived on throughout the history could provide a bloodline. For example, creatures such as monsters, magical plants, phantom beasts, humans…

The major arts were not exclusive. Non-Bloodline Wizards could also use a foreign bloodline for self-strengthening. However, Bloodline Wizards could spend many years to make a bloodline fuse with their bodies more perfectly. Once they had mastered a bloodline, they could choose to go for a second one.

The other wizards did not usually spend so much time on it. Injecting a bloodline only meant to improve their bodies to a limited extent.

To put it simply, Elementalists and Occultists used bloodlines to enhance their physique, while Bloodline Wizards considered the method as part of their long-term cultivation. Every bloodline could show its best effect and special properties on the body of a Bloodline Wizard. These wizards grew stronger by the day as they continued to draw more bloodlines while acquiring more and more special traits.

However, drawing bloodlines came with a fatal drawback: having more complicated bloodlines in one’s body meant a lower chance of getting new ones successfully. This was the reason why very few bloodline wizards could progress to higher levels.

“There isn’t really a reason. Just… no.”

Angor was not sure whether his assumption was correct. Nevertheless, he would totally avoid using the blood for now. At least not before he got the chance to look into related knowledge himself.

“You ungrateful fool!” Ness cursed.

“Don’t force him since he doesn’t want it. Use Sweetblood Orchis instead, and let’s begin the experiment,” Sunders spoke.

Ness still looked angry. “I don’t have those. I only got Mero Scorpion Flowers here.”

The old man was staring at Angor in rage now. “How dare you little assh*le reject my offer! Just you wait. Once I get you aroused with the Mero Scorpion Flowers, I’ll find the ugliest fatass woman in the valley, throw her at you, and record everything that happens next so that I can sell it to someone with the right fetish!” Ness made up his mind in secret.

While Ness was being all happy with his wicked idea, Sunders pulled a colorful vine from his ear nail.

“I happen to have transplanted some Sweetblood Orchis in my garden last time. Now we don’t have to find them elsewhere.”

Ness looked at the plant in Sunders’ hand and grew speechless.

“I fuc*king hate rich guys!”

Sunders only chuckled at Ness’ outburst. “Remember your words. You owe me a favor.”

“But he never agreed!”

“I agreed that I won’t tell Angor anything about the drawbacks of the blood. It wasn’t my job to persuade Angor. Do you want to break your promise?” Sunders slowly revealed the powerful aura of a level-2 wizard.

Ness lost his balance a little.

“But, but… I agreed to help you check Angor’s soul…” Ness looked defeated.

“Because you’re also interested in his soul. We both agreed. Besides, you get to learn something about special souls, so you should thank me for that.”

Sunders looked away.

Ness felt about crying. “Why can’t I at least earn something for myself?!”

…

The first step of separating Angor’s soul was “attuning”.

There were individuals whose soul could not be easily separated from their bodies. If forced, they would experience conditions such as loss of memory, dementia, even a dead soul.

Such conditions were common on mortals with weak spiritual power, but it did not mean that supernaturals would be safe.

To avoid problems, they had to determine whether Angor’s soul was good enough for separation.

The process of attuning was difficult and could only be done by Soul Manipulators. However, it did not take much time. Ness asked Angor to step into a magic array. Angor saw something colorful flashing in front of his eyes before he was asked to come out.

“It’s fine,” Ness spoke, but he looked doubtful for some reason. “Something’s strange though. The volume of his soul is… similar to people of the same age. Maybe a bit bigger. Yet the quality of his soul is exceptionally good. Angor’s soul is purer than Saka’s.”

Ness looked at Sunders. “You sure he’s an Illusionist? Not a talented Soul Manipulator?”