Mixed Blessing System



"Soul Bones, huh?" Lothur muttered upon hearing what moved these people.

There were few Soul Bones on the continent, even though this place and demons had existed for countless years.

Soul Bones could be damaged!

As had happened to Lothur before, his bones had been destroyed when he was very close to dying in the Imperial Prison. They only recovered after that because his Physique was special and could regenerate.

When these bones fused with a body, they became part of it, so naturally, they suffered the effects of their owner's bloodline and Physique.

So Lothur, as well as other hybrids, had the ability to regenerate their bones when damaged.

However, this was something that no one else could do but them!

Hence, over the generations, as new bones would emerge from dead demons, others would degrade, and some would come to their end.

As these bones passed from person to person, they tended to weaken and reach the day when they would be destroyed!

But the opposite could also happen. While stronger bones lasted longer than weaker ones, a talented person could take a bone several advances, as Lothur had already achieved with his own.

This not only improved the level of the bone's powers but also restored some of its structures and increased its durability.

However, more people with Soul Bones would not go far in cultivation than those who would reach the peak. As such, most bones would eventually be wasted, weakened, and destroyed.

Also, some bones would not form parts of the Spirit Body but would become pure energy capable of strengthening the one who absorbed it, as had happened to Annaliese.

So, even if the history of humans and demons facing each other was countless years old, and the bones had a chance to accumulate, few people had these wonderful items on the continent.

There were certainly a few hundred thousand people out there with these bones. Still, these individuals were scattered worldwide among billions of people.

At the same time, most of these bones were low-level and damaged or weakened.

Not only that, most people could not feel Soul Bones parts of a Spirit Body. Only a few individuals, like Lothur, had the ability to see other people's bones.

Therefore, finding a Soul Bone in humans was as tricky as finding a demon!

Information about those with these little beauties was extremely rare and valuable.

Upon hearing the words of these people, Lothur changed his expression. Even if these bones were not good for him, they certainly would be for his women!

For people with few bones, any Soul Bones would make a lot of difference!

"Very well, I will let you live," Lothur said, easing the pressure on each of those five people. "You will take me to that expert confrontation to the north, but you will not receive any of those Soul Bones. That will be your punishment."

The leader of that group sighed as he had his neck released by Lothur, wondering how things might have been different if they weren't so confident in their own abilities.

"By the way, if what you've told me is a lie, I will kill all of you," Lothur said as he threw some dirt on his fire and prepared to leave.

As they caught their breath, the people in this group watched as Lothur quickly finished preparing to leave.

After a minute, he ordered them to lead the way, then began to follow through the forest, following in their footsteps.

Previously Lothur had been on his way to Rablus without caring which path he took, unlike this group of five people who were immediately diverting the territories of dangerous beings in their path.

Seeing this, Lothur felt the advantage of having a guide.

In his travel days, he had fought a few times against creatures that attacked him for passing through their territories.

But the strongest one he had encountered was only level 19.

There really weren't many Saints in this state, and even those that existed, most of them were low-level.

Luckily for Lothur, he had encountered only these beings, and it was quite easy for him to get where he was without many delays and disturbances.

But not having to face anyone was much better. He didn't always want to train his skills, so having someone to guide him was somewhat interesting.

"After I get these two Soul Bones, you will guide me to the border with Rablus. You will only be free after that."

The people in the group listened and didn't object. The border with Rablus was not far from where they were going. But they were happy to hear that this person would not stick around where they had their business and lived.

A monster like that was better off living far away!

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As Lothur's group traveled to the north of Cesha, in this area, there was a large sect that lived in the mountains of a large forest.

It was only 20 kilometers away from a medium-sized city, only slightly smaller than Peters City, where its members could easily come and go to acquire resources and live their lives.

This was the largest organization in the area, the dream object of countless young people from that city and nearby villages who wanted to become great cultivators and part of this force.

The sect had the strongest and most talented warriors in this area and was behind the defense of the territory, having already fought against demons, criminals and even participated in a war in defense of Cesha two thousand years ago.

This organization was deeply connected to this province and held a leading position locally.

But precisely because of this position, opposing forces were looking from the shadows at this sect, desiring its fame, prestige, respect, resources, and talents.

Sometimes for one to grow, another would have to decline.

Naturally, they had many enemies and competitors!

And just one of them, a man full of greed and desire to have what was not his, was watching this place from the top of another mountain, only a few miles away from such a sect.

"Sam, these are the last moments of your The Grey Eagles. How do you feel about that? Happy about your journey here?" A tall, muscular man dressed in a bearskin coat asked loudly, looking directly at the group in front of that other mountain.

There, a man dressed in feather armor stood with his eyes closed, standing in front of a group of warriors from his sect.

"The fight hasn't even started yet, Malte. We don't know what the outcome will be." Sam shouted as he opened his eyes and looked at his old rival, whom he had beaten so many times in the past.

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