Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Myrielle’s Warning
Chapter 166: Myrielle’s Warning
Rhain held Seris in his embrace for a long moment before gently pulling back to look at her.
"How are you doing here?" Rhain asked warmly.
"Everything is very good here," Seris replied, her eyes shining with pure joy of seeing him again. "Master is taking very good care of me. She even provided me with a Mystic-Grade technique, and I have been trying my best to comprehend it all day."
Her smile softened, and she buried her face against his chest again. "It’s just... I miss you."
Rhain’s heart melted completely at her words.
"How was your day, husband?" Seris looked up at him.
"It was also good," Rhain smiled faintly.
Seris’s eyes suddenly lit up with eagerness.
She quickly pulled back from his embrace and reached into her spatial ring. With a flash of light, an ancient scroll materialized in her small hands.
"Husband, look at this! This is the Mystic-Grade art Master gave me!"
Seris happily held the scroll out to him.
Myrielle had sternly and repeatedly warned her to never, under any circumstances, show this highly classified Core Palace technique to anyone else.
It was the foundational secret of the Stormveil Academy.
But to Seris, Rhain was not "anyone." She trusted him with her very soul.
Rhain raised an eyebrow, entirely aware of how valuable a Mystic-Grade technique was.
He took the scroll, and began to read.
For an ordinary genius, deciphering even the first line of a Mystic-Grade art would take months of grueling meditation.
But with his Heaven-Grade Eyes of Truth and his incredible comprehension, Rhain deciphered the entire technique in a mere few minutes.
Rhain lowered the scroll, his golden eyes fading back to their dark grey calm.
"It is a very profound and powerful martial art," Rhain praised, nodding his head. "However... there are a few flaws in its execution."
Seris blinked her pale purple eyes in surprise. "Flaws? But Master said this technique was perfect."
"To them, perhaps. But not to my eyes," Rhain stated matter-of-factly.
With his Eyes of Truth, no martial art in existence could hide its imperfections from him.
He had already traced the simulated flow of essence and spotted exactly where the technique hindered optimal performance.
Rhain raised his finger and tapped gently against her forehead.
"Listen closely," Rhain instructed, his tone turning serious. "When you reach the third cycle of the second phase, do not force the frozen essence through your heart meridian as the scroll dictates. It will cause a micro-stutter in your casting speed. Instead, divert it through the lateral lung meridians. It will increase your essence output by at least twenty percent and entirely eliminate the backlash."
He proceeded to point out three other crucial mistakes hidden deep within the foundational logic of the Mystic-Grade art, correcting each one precisely.
Seris listened to everything with rapt attention, nodding her head from time to time.
They sat together on the edge of the frozen pool, talking casually and sharing the quiet warmth of each other’s company for a long while.
Eventually, Rhain reached into his spatial ring.
With a flash of light, several jade bottles appeared in his hand.
He placed them gently into her snow-white palms.
"I refined these specifically for you," Rhain said with a tender tone. "They are tailored perfectly to your Ice Physique. You can take one each day."
Seris looked at the bottles.
Through the semi-transparent jade, she could see the beautiful blue pills inside.
She clutched them tightly to her chest, her heart overflowing with sweetness.
Thank you, husband."
Rhain stood up, gently stroking her silver-blue hair.
"Cultivate well in my absence, Seris," Rhain said softly. "Focus entirely on your progress, and do not let your thoughts of me hinder your cultivation. Do not miss me too much. I will win the tournament and come to the Core Palace officially very soon."
Seris’s delicate shoulders straightened.
"I will," Seris gave a firm nod.
Rhain smiled, leaning down to give her one final kiss before he finally turned to leave.
As he stepped out of the frozen domain, Rhain paused.
Standing quietly at the edge of the pavilion’s serene lotus pond was Myrielle.
Her hands were clasped loosely behind her back, and her sapphire eyes were fixed thoughtfully on him as he approached.
"She is really very attached to you," Myrielle stated, getting straight to the point. Her voice carried her concern, "The very second she sensed your presence, she completely abandoned her meditation."
Rhain let out a slight laugh.
"It is only natural," Rhain replied casually, "We have been together for many years, and in all those years, we were rarely ever separated."
His dark grey eyes softened as he looked back at Seris.
"What’s more, we just got married recently. This sudden separation now is naturally felt even more deeply by us."
Myrielle listened quietly, her sapphire eyes unreadable.
She turned, and the two of them began to walk slowly.
As the grand marble archway finally came into view, Myrielle suddenly stopped.
She didn’t look at Rhain, her gaze looking up at the stars in the night sky.
"It is a beautiful thing that you two share such a profound and genuine relationship," Myrielle said, her voice drifting into the wind. "In this ruthless world, finding someone you can trust with your back is rarer than finding a life changing treasure."
Myrielle shook her head as she continued.
"But you must remember, Rhain. On the unforgiving path of cultivation, being overly attached can easily become a fatal weakness. When the heart is bound too tightly, you yourself become your very own enemy."
She didn’t wait for Rhain’s response.
Swoosh—!
With a sudden flash of blue light, Myrielle disappeared from her position, leaving Rhain standing entirely alone before the towering gates of the Core Palace.
Rhain’s dark grey eyes stared at the empty space where Myrielle had just vanished.
"When the heart is bound too tightly, you yourself become your very own enemy.’
He repeated Myrielle’s parting words in his mind.
He didn’t fully understand the hidden meaning behind her warning.
Whatever it was, for some unknown reason, an inexplicable trace of unease rose in his heart.
Rhain frowned deeply, his hands clenching into tight fists.
’In the face of absolute power, any so-called fatal weakness is meaningless,’ Rhain thought, forcefully shaking off the lingering dread.
With his Abyssal Sovereign Physique, and the System backing him, he refused to believe that his affection for his wife could ever become a blade turned against himself.
If anything dared to threaten them, he would simply crush it into dust.
Without wasting another second dwelling on Myrielle’s words, Rhain turned around and descended from the floating island.
He swiftly made his way back to Residence Number 32 in the Inner Palace.
Inside, the underground Spirit Gathering Profound Banner was still working, silently drawing a massive vortex of pure essence directly from the subterranean vein into his cultivation chamber.
Although it was already late into the night, Rhain did not head to the plush meditation bed to sleep.
Instead, he stepped into the center of the cultivation chamber and sat cross-legged on the polished stone floor.
A flash of spatial light illuminated the dim room.
Thud.
The heavy, dark-gold Epic-Grade cauldron materialized before him, its reinforcement arrays illuminated softly as it settled onto the floor.
Following the cauldron, several exquisite jade-sealed boxes appeared, hovering gently in the air.
Rhain’s dark grey eyes narrowed with sharp focus.
Inside those jade boxes lay the incredibly rare Epic-Grade materials he had procured from the Alchemy Division with Neve’s help, alongside the supreme treasure he had acquired through his Location Sign-In earlier today.
The Mystic-Grade herb, the Spirit-Ascension Star Lily.
Tonight, he wasn’t going to refine a batch of mere Rare or Epic-Grade elixirs.
Taking a deep breath, Rhain raised his right hand.
Fwoosh!
A beautiful blood-red spark ignited above his fingertips.
He was going to attempt something that even the most venerated Master Alchemists of the Stormveil Academy would not dare to casually try without years of meticulous preparation and an army of assistants.
He was going to refine the very first Mystic-Grade pill of his life.
