Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 107 - : Undercurrents

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Undercurrents

Pugil Port.

In the bustling crowd, a tall woman with green hair followed the flow of people into an estate next to the port.

After entering the estate, there were many other young ladies just as outstanding in appearance, dressed in fashionable and attractive attire.

“Come with me, and don’t wander off,” said a tall young man loudly. “Many areas here are not open to outsiders.”

He ran a modeling agency that provided custom services for the island’s wealthy.

As for the specifics of the business, it definitely wasn’t something as straightforward as catwalk modeling.

The ladies seemed very familiar with the place, following the young man into the heart of the estate, where some were diverted away en route.

The remaining few followed the stairs down to the basement, and in the crowd, the green-haired woman discreetly pulled out a ping-pong ball-sized metal disc from her shoulder bag.

She walked into a room and skilfully moved a statue aside, then placed the metal disc into the base of the statue.

A soft click sounded as the bookshelf leaning against the wall slid away, revealing a downward passage.

The lady entered the passageway, and all around her turned pitch black.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from the darkness, “Moor, what are you doing here?”

Moor, the woman addressed, looked up at the shadow on the ceiling, “What’s it to you?”

The shadow didn’t make another sound.

Moor kept going down, walking a great distance as the air around her gradually became damp, until finally, a clear pool appeared before her.

In the water, a seductive woman washed her hair, her skin pale, her lower body submerged, faintly revealing blue scales and a snake-like tail.

“You’re here.”

The woman lifted her head, showing a green triangular symbol on her forehead.

“My lord,” Moor lowered her head.

“A trace of the Saint Heir’s Advent has been detected in the regions near Bordeaux City, the energy fluctuations are very faint. Go there, and if you find him, bring him back.”

“Me?” Moor was slightly taken aback.

“Lord, I’m afraid with my abilities…”

“Don’t worry, William has sent someone who has just broken through to the Sacred Body level to accompany you.”

“However, those who are transformed through the Waning Moon Ritual tend to have a few screws loose. You handle the general direction, and let those rigid-minded fools focus on fighting,” the woman said as she casually tossed a seashell.

“Take this, it can detect abnormal energy sources, after locking down the area, you’ll still need to search meticulously.”

“Don’t use it continuously, as it will damage its internal structure.”

Moor secured the seashell in her hand.

“Go now.”

“I hope you bring me good news next time.”

Saying this, her figure slowly submerged into the water until she completely disappeared.

Just as Moor reached the steps, a sudden voice penetrated her mind. She was slightly startled, but then proceeded as if nothing had happened.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. They also want me to take care of a traitor on the side,” Moor said with a smile on her lips, “I just wonder what sort of state the guy sent by Lord William will be in.”

“I hope he doesn’t go berserk and drag me down when the time comes.”

……

Training Room.

Roger let out a blood-curdling scream, his eyes wide open, muscles all over his body twitching, as if a red-hot iron rod had been thrust into his internal organs.

The pain far exceeded what he had felt when taking the Pain Potion, and with time, it showed a trend of becoming increasingly intense.

This was tempering, and what Roger was going through was only the first stage.

In recent days, he had been studying new characters while striving to improve his meditation level, all the while gathering the raw materials for the first stage.

After nearly a week, Roger’s meditation reached level three, and after preparing the Potions, he commenced the first tempering.

However, the result of the tempering made him wish he could die on the spot.

It was unknown how much time had passed when the pain inside his body gradually subsided, but by then, Roger had been completely drained of energy and vitality.

He couldn’t even think about standing up, let alone moving.

Amidst the daze, he lay on the cold floor and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the sky outside had turned completely dark. Getting up from the ground, Roger immediately felt a difference.

His heartbeat was strong and powerful; with a deep breath, oxygen filled his entire lungs.

Roger believed that with a short time of adaptation, his physical condition should improve again.

His stomach roared, and he fished out some food, devouring it like a madman. As he ate, Roger also noticed some abnormalities.

His digestive capability had greatly improved; he had eaten three times his usual amount of food before stopping.

Yet even so, his stomach still felt empty.

“Truly a terrifying effect, with a bit of adaptation I should be able to start the second stage soon,” he said.

He had asked Henrik to help him procure some innards of powerful beasts in advance, such as those of black bears, tigers, lions, and the like, which couldn’t be found near Baytown.

But the Hunters Guild should have channels to get these things.

After these days of study, and with reference to the books Henrik had given him, Roger could barely translate some of the content of the Soul Transference Book.

The Three Holy Spirits represented three individuals who were not only strong figures who had reached the Holy Spirit level but also the founders of the Three Holy Spirits.

They corresponded to the land, the sky, and the ocean respectively.

Within the Three Holy Spirits, there were a total of three systems for entering the Transcendent Class, and the Soul Transference Book recorded one of them.

Only after reading this book did Roger realize that Ivy, due to her limited knowledge, had only completed part of the ritual and therefore, the power she obtained was incomplete.

Limited by human genetics, through postnatal training, ordinary people can only approach the limit of the human body, unable to break through this restraint.

The Soul Transference Ritual, then, is an extreme method of transforming an ordinary person into a specific creature.

Beyond that, it also involved some peculiar rituals. Functionally speaking, the Book on Soul Transference was quite detailed.

Even an ordinary person, by following the ritual step by step, could gradually enter the Transcendent realm.

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Nevertheless, this kind of Soul Transference Ritual has major drawbacks, causing irreversible damage to a person’s spirit and soul, with a very high mortality rate.

This book was the only cultivation system Roger had encountered, apart from the Green Grass Trial, that could advance someone into the Transcendent Class.

As for the Advent of the Saint Heir, indeed some records were mentioned in the book.

The Three Holy Spirits had a method of detecting abnormal energy fluctuations.

Although the accuracy wasn’t high, with anything probability-related, increasing the attempts ultimately increases the success rate.

Therefore, the Three Holy Spirits would frequently send people to investigate based on the strength of the energy feedback.

Thinking back on Ivy’s last words before her death, a sense of vigilance arose in Roger’s heart.