Chapter 917 - Meryl's Return
Chapter 917 Meryl’s Return
The path of an adept was not built in a single day!
Those who attempted to take a shortcut would always pay a heavy price. It would often be one that an ordinary person would not be able to endure.
Right now, Meryl was enduring inhuman torture and agony for her past sloth and indulgence.
Tremendous power required an equally tremendous Physique as the host. The reason the dragons were all so massive was to be able to contain their powerful bloodline talent.
However, the dragons required year after year of long sleep to digest and absorb their bloodline powers. Meryl, on the other hand, was attempting to assimilate the bloodline rune in a short period of time; it was only natural that she would suffer some pain. This cruel modification process was unavoidable unless she could seal herself somewhere and meditate over a long period, much like a dragon.
Over the entire month, Meryl was always between heaven and hell. One leg in life and one in death, she struggled and endured painfully between the two.
The bloodline rune started by slightly radiating a trace of fire dragon aura, cooking her flesh and boiling her blood. By the end, all the fire essence that had accumulated within her body was slowly released and started to change and modulate her life circulation system passively.
Meryl used to only be one hundred and seventy centimeters in the past, but she was now nearly two entire meters!
Her previously light blue eyes had also turned dark red, with the light of fire faintly glimmering at the fringes.
Every time the adepts locked eyes with her, they would feel their eyeballs sting with pain as if they had been slightly burned. The adept apprentices didn’t even dare to stare directly at this once gentle female adept. Otherwise, their eyes would most surely water and hurt so much that they would not be able to open them.
What moved everyone the most was that vague spiritual pressure that hung faintly around Meryl. It caused the heart of every person around her to beat erratically and uncontrollably.
The apprentices were not experienced or well-versed. They had no idea what this effect was. However, the Crimson adepts had a very clear idea of what it was.
Dragon’s aura of might!
A weakened version of a dragon’s aura!
Since when did Meryl possess spiritual pressure that could imitate a dragon’s aura? It was unthinkable!
Meryl casually walked into White Tower amid the little storm she had personally started. She then took one of the flying discs and flew toward the higher levels of the tower.
News of her return quickly spread through the tower. Of course, this included Snowlotus who was sitting on the hall of the seventh floor and Vanlier, who was standing by her side to help her.
Snowlotus waved away the water mirror in front of her as a cold smile appeared on her white and pretty face.
“Your old master’s flexing her power to me! It seems like her bloodline modification at her teacher’s place went very well.”
Vanlier still had a fawning smile on his face, but he gave no quarter with his words.
“I will only ever have one master– Lady Mary herself!”
Snowlotus was stunned for a moment. She knew that she had made an indiscreet remark.
Lady Mary was indeed one of the strongest individuals in the Crimson Clan. Apart from her own terrifying Third Grade power, she possessed a large group of Second Grade vampires under to her. Though Snowlotus and the Fate Witches were not under the governance of the Crimson Clan, she still had to maintain respect in words and attitude toward an influential individual like that.
It was a rule of the adepts that all low-grade adepts must obey. Otherwise, a high-grade adept would have more than enough excuse to punish her and teach a lesson.
Though Snowlotus was not interested in authority over White Tower, or even the internal matters of the Crimson Clan, she still couldn’t be composed at seeing the changes that had occurred to Meryl.
The increase in strength of any party in the tight collaboration of the Crimson Clan and the Fate Witches would cause the barely maintained power balance to tilt in one’s favor.
The simultaneous advancement of Greem and Mary to Third Grade had already significantly impacted the Fate Witches. If a few more powerhouses appeared within the lower level adepts of the Crimson Clan, it would become increasingly harder to maintain the balance between their two forces.
As such, Icelady Snowlotus felt no joy upon seeing Meryl’s triumphant return. Instead, she felt a deep sense of defeat and danger deep in her heart.
Compared to the Crimson adepts, the Fate Witches were improving far, far too slowly.