Mixed Blessing System



After feeling his bloodline ability deactivating, Lothur smiled as he saw his soul power much stronger than before, seeing that the pain of moments ago was well worth it.

He hadn't improved his soul cultivation to reach level 17, but he had come very close to it and felt he would reach it the next day when he could use his bloodline again.

With his increased power, he would now be much stronger than before, and his combat proficiency would allow him to fight level 18 opponents more easily.

Without his bloodline skill, he would have had trouble facing all those opponents from moments ago before this improvement passed. But now, Lothur was confident that if the same group stopped him, he would have a much easier time!

All his skills and techniques would work better on opponents like that, which made him confident of staying the next few hours, unable to use his maximum skills.

'I destroyed the leaders of that Flame Faction...' He smiled mischievously. 'I guess that gives me the right to take that group for myself, right? I'll use them in my time here.'

He decided on that before collecting the spatial rings left behind by his enemies.

He quickly got weapons, resources, armor, techniques, crystals, and many coins with these items.

Lothur had all the resources he had previously acquired while in Peters City, minus the ones he had spent to invest in his company and buy resources for himself. So he still had a value of about 600,000 gold coins with him.

However, by adding the coins from those men in the surrounding area, his wallet had doubled in value, even considering just the coins!

He had also obtained crystals, reaching 100 crystals in his wallet, a high amount for a person at his level.

But even though he could use such a thing in his current situation, Lothur would not do this because he could strengthen his soul through the EVF points. So he would rather keep those hard-to-get items for his women to strengthen once he returned to Peters City.

But with those people's techniques in mind, Lothur was interested in learning his first soul technique, something he didn't have yet.

'I'll do that later...' He thought as he left that area, going in search of the people of the Flame Faction.

He had left no one alive behind, so he would have to find this place for himself!

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As Lothur began his search, the major factions in the Imperial Prison were already on alert.

Moments ago, a terrifying spiritual fluctuation had made every person in this place feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Even people at the peak of level 18 in this place had felt such a thing, a clear threat even to them.

As such, groups were already moving through this city to investigate what had happened and track down the person responsible for it.

Among these local leaders moving, the head of the Wildflower Faction was, for the first time in a while, leaving his routine of depravity to deal with a serious matter.

The feeling he had felt moments ago was terrible. But what worried him most was that the fluctuations of his two strongest allies had vanished overnight.

He knew they were both dead. But he needed to see the site of their deaths to believe this nonsense fully!

How could a novice who had just entered the Imperial Prison cause the deaths of two level 18 cultivators?

Therefore, he was moving around, with anger in his eyes, interested in the head of this person that moments ago he wanted to recruit to his group.

Other local leaders wanted the same thing, even considering that Lothur had such a frightening ability.

They lived inside the Imperial Prison, where those who exhausted themselves were permanently weakened because even cultivating with crystals there was very difficult.

It wasn't impossible; if one had the time, one would eventually regain strength. But this was something that would happen outside in a matter of minutes, and inside this place, even with crystals, it would take months.

Thus, everyone was confident that the culprit for all this was exhausted, and they were already moving, confident they could finish off this brutal opponent.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen peak level 18 cultivators were on the outskirts of the place where Lothur had acted.

Upon arriving there, they found a place completely burned down, with only ashes left behind.

Even the buildings in the surrounding area had been totally consumed by the red flames of Lothur's bloodline skill!

"This..."

"How could that happen? How could someone be so powerful?"

"Hey, isn't the one responsible for this a novice? What level is he at?"

"Boss, he should be a Soul Core Transcendent." One of the subordinates next to their leader replied.

"Impossible!" Another level 18 man commented. "To do that, he had to be at least a Divine Soul Transcendent!"

"Hell, if we weren't here, I'd say the one responsible for that had been a Saint!"

A few individuals agreed, shaking their heads, while the leader of the Wildflower Faction viewed the surroundings, not even finding the remains of his men.

'Damn it. They've been destroyed!' He clenched his fists tightly, shaking with rage.

Amid his fury, someone asked him. "Hubert, your men died here, right? So what are you going to do?"

He looked at another local leader, one of the Six Sovereigns of the City of Darkness.

This place had six major factions that controlled the lives of everyone who entered the Imperial Prison, each of them men who were at the peak of the 3rd stage and had been in this place for decades.

The oldest of these men had been in this prison for 200 years and could be considered the strongest and most respected locally.

If Lothur saw him, he would notice the highest attribute points of his life, with the strongest reaching an incredible 1,500 attribute points!

If he had to face such a person, he would have problems!

The strongest one he had faced earlier had 970 Soul attribute points, something impressive but which couldn't compare to that person's particulars.

The other city leaders couldn't see this man's status, but they knew the difference between him and the rest of them.

Therefore, Hubert looked at that man who had asked him such a thing with respect. "I will kill that person, senior Arno."

Arno heard that and closed his eyes, forming a wide smile on his face. "Hmm, you're right to wish him dead. He is a horrific hybrid of demon and human, so he needs to be killed, or we will all perish!"

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