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"What does this egg mean...?" While cursing inwardly, Bu focused his mind and exited the Personal Attribute Interface.
Sitting up from the bed, Bu shook his head and absentmindedly twirled a strand of white hair that had fallen down. The phrase "premature aging" suddenly surged to the forefront of his mind. Even the skin on his arms showed signs of aging, and a more intense sense of fatigue spread wildly throughout his body.
"Your current state is very poor. I don't know why you would learn the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, such an evil Forbidden Technique, but now that it has come to this, there's no turning back.
You have exhausted too much of your life potential. If you do not take an extremely rare longevity elixir, you will likely only have two years left to live with the remaining vitality in your body."
Sean Sterling's expression was grave, and his tone was low as he gazed at Bu, seemingly wanting to hear what his plans were.
"Only two years left with the Forbidden Technique?"
Bu Xin felt a chill run through him. Although he had guessed that his current state was dire and had prepared himself mentally, he never expected things to be this severe. If it weren't for Sean Sterling being the one to say it, Bu would not have dared to believe it.
Elena sighed softly and looked at Bu with a sympathetic gaze before speaking. "You don't need to worry too much; things haven't reached their final stage yet. Don't give up lightly; there is still a bit of hope. Since Sean Sterling is unwilling to tell you, I will."
With that, Elena glanced at Sean Sterling and then, under Bu's puzzled gaze, continued slowly, "The Ethereal Thirteen Swords is extremely malicious. Thirty years ago, it caused a huge uproar in several countries. This was originally a basic entry Sword Technique passed down from a powerful figure of the Medieval Period, but for some unknown reason, everyone who learned this Sword Technique ultimately did not live beyond five years.
This Sword Technique exchanges the life potential of its users for a surge in power. The deeper one masters it, the more life potential is drained. To date, no one has been heard of who learned this Sword Technique and survived. Therefore, the Ethereal Thirteen Swords is referred to as a cursed Sword Technique by later generations and classified as one of the most malicious Forbidden Techniques."
At this point, Elena paused her tone and looked at Bu. "I think you should have a clearer understanding of your situation now. We cannot help you with this matter; whether you can break the curse or become the first person to learn the Ethereal Thirteen Swords and survive depends entirely on yourself."
"What should I do by myself?" A hint of confusion gradually appeared in Bu's eyes as his thoughts became chaotic. Anyone would find it hard to accept such dreadful news.
"All who have learned this sword cannot live beyond five years; among them are certainly those stronger than me. Yet even so, they still cannot escape death—the cursed Sword Technique."
Bu's eyes flickered as he forced himself to calm down and search for a way to save himself. Sean Sterling and Elena exchanged glances before silently leaving the room together, giving Bu space to think.
Bu seemed oblivious to their departure; his thoughts were swirling chaotically as if possessed by madness while he desperately eliminated one idea after another. In the end, however, an overwhelming sense of helplessness and frustration left him even more agitated.
"What can I do? What can I do? Ordinary warriors can live up to eighty years if their lifespan is sufficient, but once they learn the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, no matter how long their lifespan is, they cannot live beyond five years! What should I do about these five years?"
Bu Mianrong's mood fluctuated wildly; he could find no solution for something even Sean Sterling and Elena could not resolve using his own abilities.
"Not living beyond five years feels like being cursed; this curse drains all those whose lifespans are sufficient and robs them of their life essence until they age and die. Aging? Wait—aging?" Bu's eyes brightened as if he had found a breakthrough.
"The curse that a common person cannot break may not be beyond my reach. A common person cannot live beyond five years, aging and dying. As a vampire, what do I have to do with the passage of time? Even if my lifespan is still limited, if I act according to my instincts and drink human blood, I might be able to maintain my youth forever."
Bu's eyes grew brighter as he recalled how he had recovered from the near-fatal injury after drinking Benson's blood, which had been forcefully cut from his throat. He felt a surge of confidence.
"This is the only way I can restore my lifespan and break the curse. Otherwise, even if I obtain an extremely precious elixir that could potentially replenish my lost years, the curse of dying in five years would still remain unbroken," he pondered, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The Ethereal Thirteen Swords sword technique was given to him by Warren Earl. With Warren Earl's cunning nature, he could not possibly be unaware of the secrets surrounding this sword technique. It was clear that when he provided this technique, he harbored malicious intentions and never intended for Bu to have an easy time.
"I will remember this grudge for now. Even considering Wendy, I won't take Warren's life, but I won't let him off easily either. For now, restoring my vitality is the priority. I will try to see if drinking blood is effective; if it isn't, then there's no point in discussing anything further."
Slowly tightening his fist, Bu's eyes were filled with hope as if he were grasping at what he believed was his only means of salvation.
Three hours later, outside the castle, a squad of light cavalry thundered in. The sound of hooves echoed like a sudden downpour, shattering the rare tranquility of the night.
As the ground trembled, the cavalry rushed forward like a black wind, swiftly arriving at the castle gates.
A long whinny rang out as eighteen cavalrymen almost simultaneously reined in their horses. A burly man dressed in black light armor and wearing a red-tasseled steel helmet dismounted with agility. In one swift motion, he grabbed a string of wine pouches hanging from the saddle and strode directly into the castle while the other seventeen remained seated on their horses like statues, silent and unmoving.
"It seems what you wanted has arrived. Habea III has kept his word; he brought you a bowl of fresh blood from five Intermediate Level 5 warriors. The other ten requests should also be fulfilled without fail."
In the room, Sean Sterling had already sensed the arrival of the cavalry under his mental power coverage. He turned his gaze toward Bu and spoke in a calm tone.
Bu did not respond but merely nodded slightly, appearing deep in thought.
Sean Sterling sighed inwardly; regarding Bu's situation, there was little more he could do.
The Ethereal Thirteen Swords had a notorious reputation. Although it was merely a low-level combat technique, its bizarre and sinister nature classified it as one of the most forbidden techniques. Thirty years ago, no one could decipher this technique; thirty years later, still no one had succeeded.
Perhaps some stronger beings, like the Headmaster of the Holy Light Academy, could suppress its life-draining potential, but Sean Sterling believed that with his current strength, he could not achieve that—not only could he not do it, but he also had no clues on how to break it.
Thus, he could only do his best to heal Bu's injuries and even gave him the only Revitalization Pill available to help him live a few more years as a way to alleviate his guilt.
This guilt stemmed from not being able to protect Bu as promised; despite having done far more than what was initially agreed upon.
But Sean Sterling was stubborn; in his view, a promise must be fulfilled perfectly. However, the current dire situation made him feel extremely frustrated, and he placed the entire responsibility on himself, believing that he had failed to protect Bu well.
To keep one's word is paramount! This is Sean Sterling.
If Bu knew what Sean Sterling was thinking, he would probably be so moved that he would be left speechless and in tears. Someone like Sean Sterling, who is so fixated on details and possesses a strong sense of responsibility and commitment, is truly rare. It is indeed a great fortune for Bu to encounter someone like him; it could be considered meeting a benefactor in his life.
As the two of them were lost in their thoughts, a knock on the door interrupted them.
After sensing with his Mental Power, Sean Sterling waved his hand to open the door and said calmly, "Put down the items; you can leave now."
Standing at the door was the rugged cavalryman who had entered the castle earlier. Upon hearing Sean Sterling's words, the man did not hesitate; he placed a string of five bulging wine bags at the entrance, performed a salute respectfully, and turned to leave without saying a word.
Under the coverage of Mental Power, the string of five bulging wine bags lay quietly at the door. Sean Sterling glanced at Bu, who was about to get up, raised his hand to stop him, and used Second-Level Magic to draw the wine bags into the room. He then asked with slight confusion, "Now that the items have arrived, what do you plan to do with this blood? Have you found a way to counteract the Ethereal Thirteen Swords' drain on your life potential?"
Looking at the floating wine bags in the air, Bu glanced at Sean Sterling and shook his head with a sigh. "I don't know if this method will be effective, but it's the only thing I can think of trying after considering my options. If it doesn't work, then I can only resign myself to fate. After all, this is my only advantage."
In the end, a hint of confusion appeared in Bu's eyes as he looked at the five wine bags, like gazing at his last hope. If this method of using blood to replenish life energy proved ineffective, his fate could very well mirror that of those predecessors from thirty years ago who learned the Ethereal Thirteen Swords—ultimately having their life potential drained completely and dying of old age.
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