Mors stands under the crying sky, his hair wet and stuck to his face, obstructing his view. In his hands are two objects, in his left hand are shining bull horns. With a crystal-like appearance, this is one of the items he got as his second place reward. On his right hand is a crystal bottle with gray liquid. A soft smile grows on Mor's face as he looks at the night sky.
Two weeks have passed since the auction, it does two weeks of his training with Wen had help him a lot in ranking up his various skills. Because he had a lower amount of skills and of a lower stage, he is able to rank them faster than Zhihui. His Spear and Bow skills both increases by one rank. But his sword skill had increased by two ranks, now with it being rank 10 he can upgrade it.
This is why the warrior stage is so important, as after this stage you can never upgrade your skills again. This is why he also calls this stage the "Class Building Stage". From here on out your build will determine how you will play the game and reach immortality.
But unlike the game that a set number of upgrades for the skills, this is a whole other world. He can make a new skill never seen before, such a thing fills him up with excitement. He spoke to himself, all by himself with no one else to see him or hear him.
"Update on episode 2, Making a new skill!"
Mors said as he throws the crystal bottle on the ground, breaking it and letting its contents flow on the ground. He then throws the horns into the ground as well. Shattering into a million pieces, the winds gasping in surprise. Mors with his red sword in hand started to do a beautiful well-crafted dance.
Mors was not a dancer back in his old life, the only reason he is able to dance now is that he knows [The Sword Kings Dance] by heart. [Wars Everlasting Dance] is much of the same, but more in line with the music of war. So coming up with a new dance to fit his already-form theme is a hard thing.
But after days of sleepless nights and thinking and practicing the cerography, he made a dance that he was proud of. His steps were sharp and clean. The sword was his long-lost dance partner. His sword deflects attacks with elegance, but he did not use only his sword to attack and defend.
With an exaggerated but beautiful movement of both arms, he is able to attack and block in a position he could not before. The dance is broken down into two simple phases, a slow phase. Where his steps are longer, his hand doing weird twists and turns. His sword plays a more defensive role.
His second phase is a fast phase. Where his steps and movement are closer together, his body spins around in a grand ballroom. His arms doing beautiful movements with the drums of his feet. The rain, like the fingers of a musician, plays the air like a string.
These two phases most had a clear transaction period between two. Breaking a phase and switching to the other without proper setup will break the flow of this deadly sword dance. His cultivation style reads this new dance and started to move the QI around Mor's body.
The [Liquid steel] and the [Gem Bull Horns] started to gravitate towards Mors. The liquid and crystal pieces mixed with his red sword. But now his mind focuses on his grand dance and did not notice, as he continues to dance. The dance with every step becomes better. As he added more steps and movement to each phase.
His breathing was soft and calm, his eyes clouded by higher visions. In front of Mors now stands his dance partner, his beautiful wife. Wearing a beautiful dress, a dress from his old world. A dress with bright colors and handcrafted by someone who has dedicated their life to this craft.
The two of them do this beautiful and deadly dance. In a ballroom all by themselves. As his movements become better, the rain picks up, the floor becomes even more slippery. The liquid and gems cover his entire sword and body. As his body and sword started to absorb the two treasures.
His muscles and tendons become stronger and more flexible. Allow for the creation of more ambitious steps and movements. His dance with his dear wife reaches the climax, the song has reached its peak. Their steps are energetic and loud. They spin and twist each other In this grand bloody room. Their dance is a battle of equals, enemies, rivals, and lovers.
As the QI of the [Liquid Steel] and [Gem Bull Horns] settle within his first dantian, a large shock wave spread across from Mors. His eyes open, Enlighted by knowledge fundamental to this world. He could feel the increase in his strength, as he spoke to himself, to the illusion of his wife that is slowly disappearing.
"The sword is more elegant of all weapons, single and light. Beautiful and deadly. Flexible and unbreakable. The sword represents our partners in war, our spouse in deadly bloody combat. War is but our date, our dance with them. We all must search for that special dance and sword. You are my bloody partner, from now you should have a name"
Mors points his sword up at the sky, his eyes bright with knowledge.
"You are Flamengo and this is our [Bloody Dance]
[Tsubame Gaeshi(Heaven) has been changed to [Flamengo Bloody Dance(Primordial)
[For upgrading a skill to the Primordial stage, 500 points will be given]
[250 points will be given to spouse]
-----Zhihui Pov-----
Zhihui was sitting on her study desk, countless books and papers with notes lingering on the desk. She is wearing a light and easy-to-move nightgown. During the past 2 weeks, they finally were able to move to a bigger apartment. With three rooms, two bathrooms, a dining room, a kitchen, and a small balcony that both she and Mors like to use.
It was currently late at night and it is heavily raining, she knew Mors went outside to upgrade his skill. That much was apparent from his status and the points she just got. It looks like he would be coming back soon and she can finally go to sleep.
The two of them have grown to conformably sleep next to each other since they have a similar sleeping pattern. It became second nature to sleep and wake up at the same time. A small blush on Zhihui's face as she thinks how much like a couple the two of them act.
"Well, we are a married couple so it makes sense…"
Zhihui said to herself as she looks at the documents and books in front of her, she has been studying these papers for the past couple of days. The reason for doing so is very simple, latter in the future there will be a massive purge of cultivators within the sect because of their corruption.
To sects and clans, corruption of either outer world or old world is very serious. A lot of cultivators were people of importance within the sect. as such it became a big blow to the sect's reputation when corruption was found. But at that point, the damage has been already done.
A couple of cities and towns were drained of their blood and life. The outer world corruption of Blood feeds on does that love war and bloodshed. Does that love the arts and the night. What she is looking right now is the crime reports of the capital city and other big cities. As well as a list of all cultivators within the sect. thankfully all of their names were plastered everywhere when they were found out, so she remembers every single one of them. But not their faces as she never saw them in person.
She already got all of their names circle out. Her plan is very simple, find these cultivators and their hideout. Rat them out and claim the reward of dealing with another corruption problem. All of this must be done before the next second major event that will affect the sect. The Elven Tribes' grand migration, soon a large migration of the nomadic elven tribes will happen and attack the sect.
Causing lots of damage and drain of resources, including the loss of more territory and cultivators. As Zhihui looks at the books and papers one last time, she finds a particular piece of information.
"A series of murders? The serial killer has already been caught?"
A smile grows on Zhihui's face, it looks like there was a serial killer on the loose in one of the major cities. But thankfully the killer was caught and brought to justice, she also notices that other major cities and towns have also experienced a problem with serial killers, one after the other.
As Zhihui paints a road map in her mind, she slowly traces the real killer's movements. Till she arrives at what she would assume is the killer's next destination.
"Can't hold back your bloodlust anymore and now would start killing in the capital city. But this time your friends won't be there to help you, for you all won't last past this year"
Zhihui said to herself, having adopted the habit from Mors.
[Name: Mors Mundin
Cultivation: Warrior Rank 4
Stats:
Mind: 106
Body: 106
Soul: 106
War Manifestation: 106
Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)
Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert
Martials Art:
[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Flamengo Bloody Dance(Primordial) Rank 1]
[Soragui(Heaven) Rank 5](Spears)
[The Man Hunter(Heaven) Rank 3]
[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 1]
Talents:
[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes]
Fate Points:5952 ]