The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



"How can this be!" James could not stop these words from leaving his mouth as his face turned ashen. He had never thought much of this eldest senior brother disciple of his. The latter was not as talented as himself and was also lacking in ambition, someone who tried to be on good terms with everyone else. Hence, James never really respected the former, the only thought he had was to replace this senior brother's position once he grew stronger.

Over the years, James was only ever able to achieve 4 paths of ablution each time, a result that always fell short of James's own. Hence he never imagined that Mubarak would actually reach 6 paths of ablution this time.

One must know that basically, only the chief disciples of each peak would achieve 6 paths of ablution, people that even someone as capable as James felt he had no hopes of catching up to.

"But how? How had Mubarak done it?!" James's expression fluctuated indeterminately, his heart filled with anger, fear and alarm. "How lucky was he in the energy reservoir?!" He gritted his teeth, a dark look in his eyes.

While James's emotions were churning, many other disciples in the vicinity also discovered the 6 paths around Mubarak and immediately gasped in surprise.

A 6th path was just far too rare amongst the diamond belt disciples and was usually only reserved for those few chief disciples, a group that Mubarak was not part of. As such, they began to ask around, and soon found out his identity,

Astonishment filled their faces when they discovered Mubarak was from the Alchemic faction of Alchemic Rune Peak. After all, Alchemic Rune Peak had reached rock bottom in the Spirit Devouring Mountain, and no one really paid any attention to them. But now, Mubarak had become an overnight sensation. Not to mention, his main focus was on alchemy, not martial prowess, what kind of amazing luck did he have in the energy reservoir?

No matter what, Mubarak's name was sure to spread today. When the other disciples in the sect mentioned him in the future, they would know that there was a disciple in the Alchemic faction of Alchemic Rune Peak that achieved 6 paths of ablution.

The altar was abuzz with excitement, the majority of the disciples wearing a satisfied look on their faces. It was clear that this baptism had allowed them to progress in their cultivation.

Elder Rilda stood in the air. Upon seeing that everyone was done, she waved her hand and said, "Leave if you're done."

The numerous disciples hastily rose to their feet and began leaving in succession after cupping their fists together towards her. The ablution altar soon became empty again.

Mubarak returned with an excited look on his face, as several disciples approached to congratulate him.

"I did not expect senior brother Mubarak to be good at concealing your capabilities. I wonder how he managed to obtain so many crystals in the energy reservoir." James's expression was somewhat ugly as he returned. Mubarak truly performed splendidly this time and drew numerous gazes towards him even till now. This made James rather jealous, and his words rather biting.

Mubarak knew that James was unhappy, but could not be bothered with the latter. The former merely looked towards Ezra with a smile of gratitude.

Ezra returned the gesture with a smile of his own. Those Duct Creation Energy crystals had been his leftovers and were of little use to himself. In contrast, they were extremely beneficial to Mubarak. But the real reason was not that Ezra had become a generous man, he was the opposite, a vicious man only true to himself and his goals.

James grew even angrier when he realised he was being ignored by Mubarak. He followed the latter's gaze and saw Ezra, causing him to smile superficially as he said, "Ezra, it's your turn next."

"It wasn't easy for senior brother senior brother Mubarak to gain a little prestige for us, so don't go throwing it all away later."

James was almost certain that Ezra had a hard time hunting duct beast in the energy reservoir, and would at best achieve 3 paths of ablution.

An ablution of that level was a waste of Duct Creation Energy.

Ezra Zephyr merely swept a glance at James and chuckled softly.

At this moment, Elder Rilda spoke once again, "The diamond belt disciples' ablution is done, next…"

She paused, feeling somewhat ridiculous. The ablution should be over at this juncture, but there was an additional Ezra Zephyr this time. As the only gold belt disciple to enter the energy reservoir, he was the last to have his turn.

She looked towards the prince and said, "It's your turn, Ezra Zephyr."

Every gaze in the area converged towards this very spot, most of them filled with amusement. After all, what could a gold belt disciple possibly achieve in the energy reservoir?

On one of the mountains, Ella Abella's eyes opened, a sliver of interest within them as she looked towards the youthful figure far away.

Wilson Sallow's eyes were cold and indifferent. The corners of his lips curled slightly, clearly not the least bit concerned about Ezra Zephyr.

In a location near Ezra and the gang, Aila smiled as she cast her gaze over, her voice somewhat gloating.

"Looks like we'll be seeing the lowest level ablution in history…"

***

Around the energy reservoir, countless gazes were cast over in amusement, ultimately converging on a certain peak where Ezra Zephyr was currently standing.

According to the rules of the sect, only diamond belt disciples had the qualifications to enter the energy reservoir to find Duct Creation Energy, and subsequently complete the ablution.

Ezra was only a gold belt disciple, but as the most recent champion of the peak selection ceremony, they had made an exception for him this once, and bestowed upon him the opportunity to participate in the current Divine Spirit Ablution, an exception that most diamond belt disciples did not mind.

Because all of them clearly understood that entering the reservoir was the easy part. The true challenge lay in hunting the duct beasts inside and obtaining Duct Creation Energy