All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 251
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Chapter 251. The Six Factions.
Heir Of Lightning The library was silent except for the soft rustle of parchment and the steady scratching of quills from distant desks.Kirin sat cross legged in one of the far corners, surrounded by towers of open scrolls and thick books that leaned against one another like tired old men. A single sphere of dim white light floated above his head, flickering now and then as if it too was trying to stay awake.He had been here for hours, possibly since morning and though his body felt stiff, his mind was alive, almost buzzing.For the first time since stepping foot into the Institute, Kirin felt like he was beginning to understand where he was.The book in his hands was an ancient leather bound volume with golden edges, its cover marked by an unfamiliar symbol, a circle divided into six equal parts, each etched with strange runes. The title was faintly legible, written in old script. “Divine Spheres of Aethoria.”He turned the page carefully.The first line struck him like a revelat
Chapter 252. The Laws of Force and Attraction.
The light from the floating orb above Kirin flickered weakly, casting silver patterns across the pages of Laws of Elemental Ascension.He had been sitting there for so long that even the shadows around him seemed tired. Scrolls lay open in disarray, notes scattered around like fallen leaves after a storm.But Kirin didn’t notice. His eyes were glued to the glowing words in front of him.Every paragraph he read seemed to pull him deeper, not just into the theory of power, but into something more personal. Something that resonated inside him.“To ascend through lightning,” the book read, “is to understand the nature of Force and Attraction, the push and the pull of existence itself. For every current flows between two poles. To master lightning is to become both.”He blinked. Those words stirred an old memory, faint, buried deep.That day at the Academy in the Earth Realm when he’d taken a mission to kill an elemental monster, an electric eel. He had to copy its mastery over electricity
Chapter 253. A Spark in the Dark.
The night air hit Kirin’s face the moment he stepped out of the library. It was cool and crisp, humming faintly with the quiet life of the Institute. Lanterns lined the paths, floating spheres of pale blue light, held aloft by invisible force. They swayed gently, responding to the faint ripples of elemental energy in the air. Kirin blinked and rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been buried in those scrolls and books. His back ached, his shoulders stiff, and his legs were so numb he nearly stumbled on the steps.“Force and attraction,” he muttered under his breath. His voice sounded hoarse, dry from hours of silence. “Push and pull. Lightning isn’t just destruction, it’s also movement.”The thought stayed with him as he walked. His mind still replayed everything he had read, the diagrams, the cryptic writings, the sketches of energy flows that resembled the magnetic lines of force. For a moment, he almost felt the world itself responding to his thoughts, like the air shi
Chapter 254. The Morning After Sparks.
When Kirin opened his eyes, sunlight was already sneaking through the thin paper curtains, slicing across his face in pale gold. He groaned softly and rolled onto his side. His muscles ached, his shoulders, back, even his fingers felt like he’d been hit by lightning.Well... technically, he had.He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, trying to remember what time he’d finally collapsed. The image of the spinning knife still lingered in his head, that brief moment where he’d truly felt the pull of lightning, not just its rage. It was more than power; it was connection. He smiled faintly to himself.“Not bad,” he muttered hoarsely. “Could’ve blown my hand off though.”He pushed himself up and rubbed his temples. His hair was a chaotic mess, sticking up like burnt wires from all the static still clinging to him. The faint smell of ozone still hung in the air, a reminder of last night’s success and near disaster.Still, exhaustion aside, he felt fulfilled. It had been a long time si
Chapter 255. The Two Faces of Lightning.
The hum of energy inside the Hall of Indra was unlike anything Kirin had felt before. The moment he stepped through the doorway, it was as though the air itself was alive... vibrating faintly, thick with the static of hundreds of lightning auras pulsing together in rhythm. Every breath he took felt charged, like inhaling a thunderstorm.The hall stretched wider than he had expected, circular from the outside but hexagonal within, built from white stone etched with blue runes that pulsed faintly every few seconds. Each pulse was followed by a low rumble, like distant thunder. A series of seats curved around the center in descending levels, forming something like a grand amphitheater.Kirin paused near the top, scanning the crowd. There were dozens of students, some older, some younger but all dressed in shades of blue and white robes similar to his. The low buzz of chatter filled the hall until a single spark cracked from the center platform.“Silence,” a calm yet commanding voice said
Chapter 256. The Dual Nature of Lightning.
The class hall hummed faintly with the residual energy of lightning essence, like static after a thunderstorm. Kirin sat among the other students, his attention locked on the man at the center platform, a tall, middle aged instructor with streaks of silver across his hair, dressed in dark blue robes that seemed to ripple faintly with electricity. His presence alone felt sharp enough to split the air.“As you all know,” the master began, his voice carrying that peculiar weight that made every word sound final, “lightning is not just a single force. It is the embodiment of duality. The living current that connects the heavens and the earth is both life and destruction. To control lightning is to understand both creation and annihilation.”The room went silent except for the faint sizzling of energy from those practicing nearby. Kirin leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing in concentration.“There are always two sides to everything that exists,” the master continued. “Two halves of
Chapter 257. Sparks of Steel.
The midday sun glared through the arched windows of the academy halls as Kirin followed Rem in silence. His mind was still lingering on the words of the lightning master, life and destruction. The duality of it all fascinated him, but there wasn’t much time to reflect. His next class awaited, and according to Rem, this one wasn’t about theory or meditation.It was about combat.Rem stopped before a massive set of bronze doors that hummed faintly with a trace of electricity. A sign carved into the metal read: Sparring Grounds... Martial Techniques Division.Kirin tilted his head slightly. “So... sword fighting?”“Not just sword fighting,” Rem replied. “Weapon mastery infused with elemental resonance. In this case... lightning.”Kirin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So they’re teaching how to conduct lightning through steel?”Rem’s lips curved slightly. “Among other things. You’ll see soon enough.”With a push, Rem opened the doors, and the faint hum became a roar of energy and shouting.
Chapter 258. The Lightning Within.
The sound of clashing blades echoed through the sparring grounds like a thunderstorm rolling in the distance. Kirin stayed where he was, watching the next few matches with a quiet intensity, eyes sharp, expression unreadable. Sparks flickered across the field, bursts of blue and white light flashing with every parry and counter.The master, Arven, stood at the center, hands clasped behind his back, watching with the sharp eyes of someone who could tell everything about a fighter from a single movement. Each time a match ended, he would give short, cutting advice. “Too much force,” or “You’re gripping the hilt like a hammer, not a blade.” His tone was calm, but his presence demanded precision.When the final match ended, Arven raised his voice, his tone resonant like rolling thunder.“Enough spectating! From this point on, you’ll train in pairs. Technique, flow, and composure, these are what I expect from you.”Instantly, the students spread out across the vast hall. The sparring grou
Chapter 259. The Weight of Control.
The air inside the sparring grounds was filled with the thick scent of sweat, steel, and static. Crackles of energy occasionally jumped off the walls as cultivators clashed, their swords glinting under the high sun that streamed through the open rooftop. Each strike was a demonstration of technique, every movement a test of precision and control. But Kirin, his body tensed, his hands gripping the blade but he wasn’t focused on anyone else. He was losing control over himself.He lunged forward, sparks of regular lightning flickering weakly along the edge of his sword. His opponent met him with sharp precision, deflecting the strike and countering instantly. Kirin barely parried the blow, the vibration from the impact running up his arms. He could already feel the imbalance, his lightning lacked depth. It was too shallow, too fragile compared to the weight of his opponent’s energy.“Your stance is wide. You’re leaving yourself open!” the brown haired young man barked as he attacked agai
CHAPTER 260. Silence Before the Storm.
The sparring session ended long after the sun had dipped low into the horizon, leaving streaks of gold and crimson bleeding across the sky. Kirin stood there among the other cultivators as the instructor dismissed the class, but his mind wasn’t in the room anymore. His heart was still drumming with the aftertaste of chaos lightning. The memory of the broken saber, the look of fear in that brown haired opponent’s eyes, it all replayed again and again in his head like echoes that refused to fade.He sheathed his blade, careful not to meet anyone’s gaze. He could feel the weight of their stares though... curious, cautious, and a little fearful. When he turned toward the exit, the hall was strangely quiet. Too quiet. Even the air itself seemed to hum with tension.As soon as he stepped outside, the murmurs began.“That’s him... the one with the black lightning.”“They say it wasn’t even real lightning. It felt wrong.”“I heard he shattered a saber with one swing.”“Is he even human?”Kiri