Two Years

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed. Thirteen-year-old Kane broke through to the Peak Level Five Warrior stage. He now stood 1.7 meters tall, with a well-built body and a handsome face. The unique aura of a Tiger-Striped Warrior had gradually begun to show on his face. He could break through to become a Fifth-Level Warrior at any time; once he did, he would be able to transform into a Tiger-Striped Warrior and reach the level of a Sixth-Level Warrior.

Kateburen broke through to the Level Four Warrior level. Although he and Kate usually liked to play around and find all sorts of ways to slack off, seeing how diligently Wharton practiced caused them to slowly calm down and focus on their training, making them much steadier than they had been two years ago.

That year, Wharton's warrior training broke through the Peak Level Four Warrior stage and was on the verge of advancing to a Fifth-Level Warrior. His lightning magic broke through to Fourth-Level Mage, while his water and fire magic both reached the Third-Level Peak and could break through to the fourth level at any time. Going from Third-Level Magic to fourth-level magic was only a small step; all he needed was the right opportunity.

Over these past two years, aside from his daily training, Wharton spent all his remaining time in the library of O'Brien Warrior Academy, reading many books. One of them recorded the rise of alchemists in the history of Yulan Mainland. This reminded Wharton of a formula for the Foundation-Building Elixir that he had once seen in his family's library in his previous life. However, he had never had the chance to try refining it because he could not find suitable spiritual herbs on Earth. The spiritual energy here was far denser than on Earth. Perhaps he could try it in this world and see whether he could succeed.

There were also cultivation methods recorded for Sinew-Cleansing Marrow-Washing, which could raise the body's potential and strengthen one's soul. This could increase the speed of magic cultivation. Over the past two years, Wharton had also practiced combat techniques. He preferred sabers—the tyrants among weapons. Besides practicing basic saber techniques, he had found a saber art to cultivate.

Blood-Battle Ten Forms

It was a saber art most favored by generals on ancient battlefields. Its movements were broad and forceful, lacking much of the flashy flourishes, striking directly at vital points and focusing more on killing the enemy in a single blow.

Wharton taught this saber art to the other three as well, but none of them used sabers. Kane was accustomed to using a greatsword, Kate used a spear, while Bulen used a flexible sword.

Wharton found suitable combat techniques for each of them and taught them personally. At the same time, he practiced each of those techniques himself as well.

Whenever the four had time, they would spar on the mountain behind the academy. Usually, the three of them would join forces to attack Wharton alone, as this was more beneficial for the three of them in learning how to use their weapons.

That day, after the four brothers finished lunch, they walked along the road and discussed issues related to cultivation.

"I want to apply to the academy tomorrow to go train in the Magical Beast Forest," Wharton suddenly said.

"I knew you would go sooner or later. I'll go with you tomorrow, so we can look after each other. Kate and Bulen can continue studying at the academy." Kane did not object; he merely said that he would go with Wharton.

Kate and Bulen remained silent. They knew their own strength. If they went, they would only become a burden, so they said nothing. At the same time, they knew that every warrior had to undergo the baptism of blood before becoming a true warrior.

Otherwise, why would those warriors who fell into the mouths of magical beasts every year continue to risk their lives, seeking breakthroughs and tempering themselves?

"No, Boss. You haven't broken through to become a Fifth-Level Warrior yet. Wait until you do before going. Besides, I won't be gone for long this time. I'll just take a look around the outskirts. If it doesn't work out, I'll retreat," Wharton said.

Wharton actually knew that Kane was worried about him and wanted to accompany him. To keep Kane from taking risks, he firmly chose to go alone. Besides, this trip was mainly for him to gain experience.

He also wanted to see whether there were any spiritual herbs he needed so that he could carry out the next step of his experiment.

The next day, at the gates of O'Brien Warrior Academy, the three watched Wharton leave before returning to cultivate.

Wharton was ten years old that year and stood 1.65 meters tall. A saber was strapped to his back. Bulen had asked a family servant to buy it for Wharton the previous night. The saber was silver-gray and 1.5 meters long. It looked plain and inconspicuous, but its blade was forged from Black Iron, making it extremely sharp and highly resilient. The faint icy chill it gave off against his back made Wharton feel that everything was so real.

Wharton did not ask Bulen how much it had cost. He knew Bulen was not short of money, so he merely remembered this brotherhood silently. In the Magical Beast Mountain Range, a good saber could increase one's chances of survival by several degrees.