Wasting no time, Oasis moved inside the building. He boiled more vegetables, quickly eating to regain some energy, and then he sat down to study the Heavenly Slicing Technique.As he read through the manual, the intricacies of the technique began to unfold before him.This was not just a sword technique, nor was it bound to a single element.It was a method of manifesting mana into razor-sharp strings that extended from the fingertips, capable of slicing through anything when mastered.The technique was versatile, adapting to the elemental affinity of the user—whether fire, water, wind, or any other element, it would mold itself accordingly.The more Oasis read, the more he understood the profound potential of the technique.His mind began to form a poem, capturing the essence of what he was learning:Strings of mana, born from thought, Fingers weave what steel cannot. Elemental threads, sharp as a blade, In silence, they dance, in shadows, they wade.Fire’s sear or water’s grace, Win
Morning had arrived in the valleys, and Rurik was still relentless in his search for Oasis.The sun’s first rays filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground as Rurik moved with the fluidity of a shadow, his frustration mounting with every step.He leaped from one shaded area to the next, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of his elusive target."Damn kid, you’ve got me overworking," Rurik thought as he propelled himself forward, heading in the direction of Belvan Town.He smirked, his mind whirling with possibilities."But fret not, you’re unfamiliar with this place. The only location you know around here is Belvan Town. With those injuries, you'll definitely head there."A sinister grin spread across his face as he considered his advantage."And since you have my dagger, I can track you anywhere."He moved with renewed determination, realizing that scouring the streams and battle sites had been a waste of time.in his mind, Oasis was grievously injured,
"Huh? I can’t catch it… What kind of force is this? But this brat’s strength should only amount to the Tabula-Rasa Realm," he thought, his mind racing as the dagger closed in on him.At the last moment, Rurik tilted his head slightly, the dagger whizzing past his ear by a hair’s breadth."You missed, brat!" he mocked, a grin spreading across his face as he continued his charge.!!!But then, he noticed something that made his blood run cold."Huh? What is this string attached to my dagger?" Rurik thought as he glanced down, noticing a thin string of mana connected to the weapon that had just passed him.He looked back at the dagger, which was still moving, and then back at Oasis, who was now veering to his left.Oasis’s speed was terrifying, leaving Rurik struggling to keep up as the young martial artist’s movements blurred.The mana string, still attached to the dagger, was being pulled taut as Oasis moved, leaving Rurik caught in the middle.Oasis's speed was terrifying, and Rurik c
From their conversation, Oasis learned that the guard's name was Captain Garven, a seasoned warrior who had served the city lord for many years.The city lord of Belvan Town was Lord Valen Belvane.Captain Garven explained that Lord Valen had requested help from the Bluemoon family which was now the Lunaris Sect."So, the city lord himself is involved," Oasis thought, his curiosity piqued.He had briefly mentioned to Captain Garven his reason for being in the Dawnhail region, though he kept the details vague.As they continued walking, the town of Belvan gradually came into view, its walls bathed in the soft light of morning.The bustling activity at the north gate of Belvan Town was a stark contrast to the intense battle and power that had unfolded just beyond the town's borders.Merchants haggled over prices, children played in the streets, and guards stood vigilant, keeping an eye on the flow of people entering and leaving the town.As Oasis and Captain Garven passed through the ga
After the meal, Oasis, the city lord Cedric Valen, Captain Garven, and the city lord’s son made their way to Lord Valen’s private office.The room was simple at first glance, but as Lord Valen tapped a button on the wall, a hidden door slid open, revealing a spacious chamber beyond.This room was clearly designed for strategic planning, with a large round table at the center.Upon it lay a massive scroll and a detailed map of the Dawnhail region, marked with key locations linked to their plans for dealing with the Crimson Hand.Oasis’s sharp eyes scanned the room."So, he's been preparing for this," he thought, impressed by the thoroughness of the setup.As they took their seats around the table, Lord Valen observed Oasis carefully."When I requested help from the Lunaris sect, I didn't expect them to send someone so young," the city lord mused silently, trying to mask his doubts."But this kid is fascinating—so calm and composed for someone who hasn’t even come of age."Breaking the
Oasis explained,"If we attack one of these camps, what happens to the slaves? They’ll likely return to the towns, and Belvan will become overcrowded with refugees.""We don’t know how they’ll act, and it could tip off the Crimson Hand."He then pointed to Riffridge, a town nearby. "City lord, what’s your relationship with Riffridge?"Lord Valen frowned. "It’s neutral. We don’t have much contact with their city lord.""Then we need to investigate Riffridge. Two of these camps are near that town, and it would make sense for the refugees to head there instead of Belvan.""We need to find out if their city lord is involved or if he’s trustworthy."Oasis continued, "I’ll personally investigate Riffridge. If their city lord is honorable, he’ll allow the refugees to take shelter in his town.""That will confuse the Crimson Hand a bit about who attacked their camps.""You’ll investigate Riffridge?" Lord Valen asked, surprised."Yes," Oasis affirmed. "We’ll send a small convoy to Riffridge wh
As they walked together toward the exit, Teves kept sneaking glances at Oasis, clearly impressed.Oasis’s unassuming nature made it easy to forget that he was the same young man who had justorchestrated an intricate strategy to bring down a powerful criminal organization.Teves, full of nervous energy, eventually worked up the courage to speak."You’re amazing, you know that?" he blurted out, his voice filled with admiration.Oasis smiled slightly, shaking his head. "I’m just doing what needs to be done."But to Teves, Oasis wasn’t just doing what needed to be done—he was a living embodiment of the hero he aspired to be.Back in Lunalith, within the Bluemoon Estate of the Lunaris Sect,Zane Bluemoon was walking gracefully along the newly expanded pathways, taking in the sight of bustling servants and disciples moving about.He noted the unfamiliar faces scattered around the estate. "Already new people? What’s going on here?" he mused, curiosity piqued.After a few moments, Zane arriv
"Of course we can visit the capital, and our manor remains ours. We are not enemies of the kingdom, just neutral," Conri replied."When Oasis returns, we should head to the capital to see the prince and others along the way," Zane suggested.Conri smiled faintly at his son's enthusiasm, but Zane's thoughts turned mischievous."That prince called me a puppy once. I need to teach him a lesson next time I see him."Conri’s expression turned stern as he unleashed a bit of his aura."That’s not going to happen, young man. As soon as Oasis returns from his mission, both of you will enter secluded cultivation and training."Zane shuddered slightly, feeling the weight of his father’s presence. "I sometimes forget how terrifying Father can be," he thought."Raising our strength is the priority," Conri continued. "It’s also about time your elder brother, Zenon, comes out of his seclusion.""Brother Zenon!" Zane exclaimed with excitement. "I bet he’ll be even stronger now.""With Brother Zion no