Chapter 644: Chapter 555: The Abilities of the Cat Fraction Chapter 644: Chapter 555: The Abilities of the Cat Fraction “In normal circumstances, shouldn’t the antagonist jump out and offer a cup of poisoned wine?”
“How come when it’s your turn, you’re not playing by the script?”
At this critical juncture, Roger remained unusually calm, even fancifully musing–the influence of Yukiko on him lately seemed rather profound.
His body shrank back into the shadows, ready at any moment to activate the power of Shadow’s Touch.
“Should I retrieve the transported liquid from the Shadow World and then drink it?”
A sudden thought crossed his mind, but just then, standing not too far away, Michihiro Morita suddenly turned around.
“There’s no need to hurry; your strength is not enough to fully activate the power of Black Spirit Water. Absorbing it now would be harmful rather than beneficial. However, rest assured, that part of the power is already stored in your body.”
“In the future, it will be released gradually with your cultivation, and for a long time to come, your rate of progress will be tremendously fast.”
Hearing Michihiro Morita’s explanation, Roger exhaled a long breath.
He had indeed almost brought back the liquid he had transported away just moments before.
“Keep up the good work, and if you are good enough, you may even have the chance to encounter the true legacy of Yatagarasu Cold Crow.”
Sword Master Cold Crow spoke.
Roger was slightly startled, and Michihiro Morita explained in a timely manner, “The Three-legged Crow is a mighty Guardian Spirit, far surpassing ordinary Guardian Spirits in grade.”
“Under certain conditions, even advanced cultivators may change their legacy and replace their original Guardian Spirit.”
Sword Master Cold Crow nodded.
“In fact, it was after advancing to the Fourth Tier that I changed my Guardian Spirit.”
He revealed a slight smile.
“I hope you’ll have such a day, too.”
Sword Master Cold Crow placed the cup on the table.
He waved his hand, issuing an order to leave.
Michihiro Morita gave Roger a look, and the two of them slowly backed away.
Wham, the wooden door opened automatically.
As he left the room, Roger turned around, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Sword Master Cold Crow had at some point turned his back.
His broad robe fluttered, the fabric clinging tightly to his thin back.
There, on the pale moon-colored robe was a patch of pitch-black Waning Moon.
The door closed tightly, separating two worlds.
Roger took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into his lungs through his nostrils, and to his surprise, he found that after leaving that person, after leaving that room, his body seemed to have gained much more vitality and desire to fight.
“Sword Master Cold Crow.”
Previously, a mere distant clash with Ran’ei Divine Master had inflicted serious injuries on Roger, even from an unknown distance, and in a full effort, Roger was significantly wounded.
Without Hunter’s Cabin, it was uncertain how long it would take to recover combat power.
Yet, although Sword Master Cold Crow in front of him exuded no evident power fluctuations, this plainness exerted even greater pressure on Roger.
Perhaps in terms of hierarchy, the Elder of Shadows transcends so-called Sword Masters and Divine Masters, but the former, after all, is an inanimate object, deprived of soul and blood, leaving behind only an insignificant trace.
But the one in front of him was like an iceberg hidden beneath the sea’s surface, unknown and mysterious.
Yatagarasu Kensumi appeared at some point, leading the two down the mountain. He did not utter a word, only led the way.
Gradually, Roger noticed the light change around him, and he quickly looked up to see the lazy sun hanging in the sky.
“When did it happen?”
The sunlight was not hot; it hung in the sky like a painting. The air was filled with drifting snow, and the distant scenery was clearly visible. Along the way, Roger saw groups of Sword Pavilion Samurai.
Upon returning to the villa where they had previously rested, Michihiro Morita left right away. It wouldn’t be long before he would be assigned elsewhere, perhaps even to manage a crucial part of the entire plan.
Yatagarasu Kensumi stopped and said, “I’ve been busy with cultivation and haven’t had time to deal with many things. I need someone to help with my affairs.”
Roger kept silent, knowing the other had more to say.
“I could force you to do things for me, but I prefer another method. You seem very interested in the cultivation methods of other fractions; I can satisfy your curiosity. If you are good enough, even the condensing method of the Three-legged Crow could be possible.”
Roger sighed; indeed, their entire conversation had been known to Yatagarasu Kensumi. Now it seemed that the shadow he had embedded in Michihiro Morita when he initially left was not for tracking purposes at all.
It was clear that Yatagarasu Kensumi bore a heavy shadow of Sword Master Cold Crow.
He was deliberately imitating his father in many aspects.
Having such a powerful, and nearly unsurpassable father was both a fortune and a sorrow.
Opening his mouth, Roger did not ask the lingering question. Though still somewhat confused, Yatagarasu Kensumi was right about one thing.
He eagerly wanted to acquire the swordsmanship of other fractions.
“Although I’m not sure what you’re planning, some things are better left as they are.”
At that moment, Yukiko emerged from the room. Yatagarasu Kensumi smiled and said, “Come to me in three days; enjoy these last moments.”
With that, he departed.
“Roger, Senka has woken up.”
Yukiko spoke, and Roger nodded, quickly walking in.