Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 242 - 129: Cold Stone Manor, Changes and Abilities of the Holy Blood Tree_2

Chapter 242: Chapter 129: Cold Stone Manor, Changes and Abilities of the Holy Blood Tree_2

Over a month of uninterrupted blood watering, the Holy Blood Tree Seedling grew at an astonishing rate.

Its height had gone from the size of two palms to now over one meter tall.

The trunk was close to two fingers thick, and the number of leaves had reached more than forty, presenting a lush and verdant appearance.

After its growth, the Holy Blood Tree’s spirituality was more abundant, and its actions expressing intimacy became more pronounced. When Ronan took it out from the Space Ring, the little seedling immediately rustled its leaves all over, as if it were coquettishly interacting with him.

As usual, Ronan used his own blood mixed with a special nutrient liquid tailored for the Holy Blood Tree Seedling that Benny had given him before he left, to feed the seedling a mixture.

After watering, he habitually patted the top of the tree lightly with his hand, playing with it to deepen their bond.

"Hmm?!"

Suddenly, Ronan’s gaze shifted, and his fingers gently parted a clump of leaves at the bottom of the Holy Blood Tree to reveal several tiny crimson tentacles hidden beneath the vibrant green and slightly pink leaves.

"What’s this?"

Ronan blinked at the red tentacles in his hand and subconsciously pulled out a Communication Stone from the Space Ring...

Moments later, there was a knock on the door of the room where Ronan was staying. When the door opened, a young, tall, and skinny man with a red nose and eyes full of cunning stood at the doorway, respectfully.

The young man was also holding a portly partridge with grayish-white feathers that flapped from time to time.

"Respected Wizard sir, may I... Would this be alright?"

"Yes, thank you."

Ronan took the partridge from the young man’s hand, casually tossed a Low-level Magic Stone, and before the other could express his joyous gratitude, Ronan had already closed the door.

Quickly returning to the Holy Blood Tree Seedling within the Rune Formation, Ronan took out the Communication Stone from his pocket and calmly spoke into it: "I’ve found a living creature, Benny.

What should I do next?"

The voice belonging to Benny came from the Communication Stone, not as calm and indifferent as usual, but seemingly suppressed with faint excitement and urgency.

"I don’t know the specifics of how to proceed, it’s up to you, Damien...

Try communicating with the Holy Blood Tree, let it understand your intentions...

Remember to record the entire process!!"

"Communicate..."

Ronan put down the Communication Stone, gazing at the Holy Blood Tree Seedling before him, his eyes slowly shining with anticipatory brilliance.

The Holy Blood Tree.

A legendary tree from the tales that is said to purify bloodlines and resurrect the dead.

Ever since it was just a seed, Ronan had been anticipating this day’s arrival.

Unexpectedly... it came so quietly and unexpectedly.

According to Benny, when the Holy Blood Tree sprouts blood vessel-like tentacles, it proves that it has already acquired the ability to purify bloodlines to some extent.

Ronan took a deep breath, steadying the tumultuous emotions within him.

He squatted down, releasing his spiritual power towards the Holy Blood Tree before him very gently, like coaxing a child.

This process was smoother than he imagined, perhaps also because the Holy Blood Tree had grown entirely from his blood, and on a certain level, it was truly connected to his bloodline, having unabashed intimacy and trust in him.

The spirituality of the Holy Blood Tree was full, and it quickly understood his intentions.

Only when those hidden crimson tentacles under the branches and leaves were fully exposed did Ronan realize that their number far exceeded his estimates.

Dense tentacles like countless slender red threads latched onto Ronan’s right hand, slowly wrapping around the snowfield partridge in his hand, which had no idea what was about to happen.

The whole process had a mysterious and sinister flair.

Ronan let go of the partridge and stepped back two paces, eyes fixed intently on the scene before him.

As the partridge used for the experiment was completely enveloped by the tentacles, turning into a state resembling a red yarn ball...

"Gurgle—"

A sucking sound akin to absorption echoed within the silent room, and those densely packed crimson tendrils all lit up, followed by the Holy Blood Tree Seedling that also began to glow. On each of its leaves, complex light red mysterious patterns emerged, and an indescribable mystical aura diffused and flowed throughout the room.

Ronan watched as a plump partridge, ensconced in numerous tendrils, rapidly "withered" in just two seconds, although the life force within it was still present, merely becoming incredibly weak all of a sudden.

The Holy Blood Tree Seedling itself was trembling intensely, desperately stretching every one of its leaves, the mysterious patterns floating on them growing increasingly bright.

It was evident that the Holy Blood Tree Seedling was really trying hard...

It was unknown how much time had passed when, at the very top of the tree, a large blood sac grew at a visible rate, followed swiftly by a thumb-thick branch that rapidly elongated.

Rather than calling it a branch, it was more accurate to describe it as another strange tendril, just much thicker than the previous ones, with no patterns on it, very smooth, except at the very tip, where there was a small mouth-like sucker.

This tendril connected to the blood sac actively extended towards Ronan, transmitting a weak wave of consciousness to him.

Ronan understood the information contained within this wave of consciousness. After a moment’s thought, he directly inserted the tendril back into the red "Yarn Ball" wrapped by numerous tendrils.

The blood sac at the top of the Holy Blood Tree Seedling shriveled rapidly until completely withered, while the originally withered "Yarn Ball" instead swelled and inflated once again.

"Shua——"

All the tendrils and the tubular branch simultaneously released and retracted in an instant, and a lively snow partridge reappeared before Ronan’s eyes.

This snow partridge from the kitchen of the "Ice Bat Inn," after being "transformed" by the Holy Blood Tree Seedling, had become completely different from its original form.

Its size had expanded almost twofold, the original greyish-white feathers reduced to solely white, and under the reflection of the room’s Rune Formation, they emitted a faint radiance.

Its legs and wings were visibly strong and powerful, its beak and claws seemed very sharp, and its eyes sparkled like rubies, with a hint of ferocity emanating from them.

It seemed as if an inexplicable and formidable aura was awakening within its body, and the changes to its body continued, with Ronan even feeling a large number of Free Energy Particles in the air constantly converging toward it...

"Shua——"

A sharp piercing sound was followed by a flash of white light swiftly charging towards Ronan’s face.

Ronan simply snapped his fingers, and the "My fate is my own" partridge completely exploded mid-air, bursting into a cloud of red and white blood mist, which then was enveloped by an invisible force, gathered into a clump, and landed in Ronan’s hand, which he stored inside the Space Ring.

[Strength has increased three to four times, speed increased... size changed, constitution changed, an ability to actively absorb Energy Particles has awakened... ]

A blank rune stone suddenly appeared in Ronan’s hand, and he swiftly began recording something into it.

By the time he had finished everything in his hands, his originally calm and handsome face was now taken over by barely concealable excitement and joy.

"Truly... there’s an effect of bloodline purification!"

"Just an ordinary snow partridge, after a single bloodline purification, nearly has the tendency to develop into a Zero Rank Magical Beast..."

"Good, good..."

Turning his head, Ronan’s gaze fell back on the Holy Blood Tree Seedling, his eyes immediately stirred, and he quickly moved closer. ƒreewebɳovel.com

At this moment, the Holy Blood Tree Seedling looked utterly wilted, its leaves drooping lifelessly without luster - a look of fatigue and great exhaustion.

"Doing this is still too strenuous for you right now, isn’t it?"

Ronan gently consoled the Holy Blood Tree Seedling’s emotions, speaking tenderly.

At the same time, he directly entered the "Half-demonized" state, cut open his flesh, and without stinginess, quickly poured his blood full of vitality onto the Holy Blood Tree Seedling.

The latter greedily absorbed Ronan’s blood, its appetite never having been as voracious as this time.

It also recovered very quickly, not long before returning to its original "vigorous" state, even sprouted a few more tender leaves, upon which faint mysterious patterns began to grow...

"Good child..."

Ronan ceased the watering, gently patted the top of the Holy Blood Tree Seedling, stood up, with immense splendor swirling in his eyes.

"Once back at the Magic Ring, let Benny help analyze my bloodline, select the valuable parts, then we can start purifying with the help of the Holy Blood Tree..."

"I recall Kosti once said, there’s a trace of Moonlight Elf bloodline in me, I wonder what kind of Talent a Moonlight Elf possesses... whether it is considered a formidable race..."

"These days... are starting to become more and more hopeful..."

...

Three days later, on a high snowy slope outside White Stone Ridge.

A black carriage with silver trimmings sped through the endless expanse of snow.