All Chapters of Astral villain system: The saint's demonic ascension: Chapter 11
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jareth’s hand trembled, dread coiling like a serpent around the pit of his stomach. Kane was still sprawled on the ground, groaning, tears of raw agony carving tracks down his face. His fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white, and sweat had soaked every thread of his robes. Theon’s lips curved by a fraction as he watched Solvyn, who seemed to be suffering even more than Kane. Solvyn looked like a volcano on the verge of eruption, his eyes murderous and blazing. One of the professors aligned with Solvyn’s camp—one who knew the truth about Kane’s ancestry—hissed, eyes glowering. Professor Smyth turned to Solvyn. “Venerable, if you punished Kane, shouldn’t you also punish the rest? The memory crystal was clear. Why is Kane the only one losing his cultivation? Jareth was among the ringleaders too.” Archmage Mavis’s eyes flashed dangerously, his staff groaning under the crushing weight of his grip. Jareth’s eyes went wide, his face bleaching to a ghastly white.
CHAPTER TWELVE
For two whole minutes no one spoke, shock rippling through them. Memory searching was excruciating, and seventy percent of the time something went wrong, leaving the victim insane. The risk was even higher for Kane, who had lost his cultivation. What kind of hatred could fester in his heart to make him willingly choose such a treacherous path? Archmage Mavis’s breathing became uneven. He turned to Jareth and struck him sharply. A loud scream tore through the air as Jareth flew back, colliding with a pillar. Mavis’s heart ached, but there was no other option. Letting Solvyn punish Jareth using academy law meant he would end up like Kane. Rage simmered beneath his composed exterior, his teeth grinding together. Jareth shook like a leaf and looked up. Blood streaked down the corner of his lips, staining his teeth. His heart pounded erratically, his bladder suddenly feeling too full. Mavis approached him slowly, his steps heavy but steady. Jareth shook his head, drawing back,
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Theon’s shoulders were quivering uncontrollably, as if he’d just encountered something terrifying. Archmage Mavis’s gaze sharpened. He would have leapt to attack Solvyn, but he wasn’t in the mood to act generous. “This is truly unfair. He only said a few things and suffered a mental attack.” “The treasury was originally his anyway.” “What do you expect? The powerful always crush the weaker ones underfoot. Especially for Theon, who was said not to have a talent for cultivation. They don’t need to fear him coming to retaliate after he gets powerful. Of course they’ll be reckless.” “Venerable, he’s just a child,” Archmage Nathan snapped, brows drawn together with distaste. “He’s also your master’s son. Everything you have today was given by Lord Dravorn. How can you try to harm his only son right before all of us?” “That’s right. Even if Theon asking for the treasury back goes against yours and the academy’s interests, there are better ways to settle things. Not this.” “He
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was already dawn by the time Theon Dravorn made his way to his quarters. His quarters were located in a very secluded part of the academy. People rarely stayed there. Only the academy cleaners dwelt in that area. Sure, Solvyn had renovated the apartment before shoving him into it years ago, claiming that the quietness would help him concentrate. Meanwhile, the dampness and dark energy there only served to taint whoever came close enough. Rather than help him concentrate, it was intended to suppress and strip away his potential. Dark aura had never been good for growing children, causing stunted growth. Even the air smelled foul, as if it was built atop a massive burial ground with flesh still rotting. Outwardly, nothing seemed wrong. It was fairly clean. There was even a well just outside the building. Even though he didn’t want Theon to live well, he hadn’t dared to blatantly suppress him for the sake of his own image. That was until today, when the mask came crashing down.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LOLITE PEAKArchmage Mavis landed on his pavilion, his rage finally slipping through the cracks. He stormed inside. The disciples guarding the pavilion quickly lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact. The ones that could escape quickly gave him a wide berth. Murderous energy surrounded him, his eyes dark and frightening. Behind him, the senior disciples carrying Jareth landed. Jareth was slowly lowered to the floor. The other three disciples quickly stepped back. Mavis’s jaws were locked so tightly the muscles in his face wouldn’t stop twitching, his shoulders were tensed, his grip white-knuckled around his staff. His chest rose and fell steadily. Unable to endure it, his foot connected with Jareth’s arm. Jareth, who had previously been groaning on the floor, screamed out in pain. As if the sound was a catalyst, Mavis instantly snapped. “Shut up, you fool. One more sound and I will tear out your tongue and feed it to the birds.” Jareth whimpered, trembling on the floor, to
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Back Lands, Theon Dravorn’s Room in the Side Hall. The system didn’t have an answer to his question. Theon shrugged. “I’m guessing it’s either Solvyn, Mavis, or their crippled disciples.” He shook his head. “Tsk tsk tsk. Today is bound to be very long in the lives of some people in the academy.” The other people seen in the memory crystal would surely be punished severely by their respective professors. Because of the new drama, the Ren Dravorn treasury they’d been treating like their little warm corner, sneaking in and out like rats to smuggle out items, would be placed under strict surveillance. Of course, it was just for show they were putting on for students and external bodies to appear transparent. Solvyn was probably already planning to loot more once the drama died down. But at least it bought him time. Within that space of trying to calm things down, he could improve a lot. Perhaps enough to give Solvyn real pressure. In just a few hours, he could climb from a tra
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Theon inhaled deeply. “What's the new feature?”“A system upgrade once your hatred counts reaches the original one hundred thousand limit. Not just that, each hatred count gained from now on wouldn't just add aegis to your body. Alongside system points, you will also gain an immortal ascension guide, enabling you to find the portal leading out of this lower realm once your work on Kaeros planet is done.”Theon's heart skipped multiple beats. A chance to ascend to an even higher realm? Kaeros planet, the celestial realm was only a mid level realm, and the height of achievements one could gain in it were limited. However, there were higher realms with more rigid but favorable laws where one could truly compete with heaven’s geniuses themselves and reach the ultimate apex. Over the years, many masters after crossing into the divine realm attempted to ascend through the ghost portal. However, they failed ninety-nine percent of the time, dying under the strikes of tribulation thunder. Hen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The moment Theon closed his eyes and inhaled, he noticed something strange in the environment. His brows furrowed, and he tested it again. “There's a strong resentful aura beneath this building. System, what's going on?”“Host, this place used to be a mass burial ground. A siege once happened here, collecting a lot of resentful energies. This was the reason this place always felt damp and cold. There are auras of ghosts wandering around. Living here for a long time isn't actually healthy for any developing child. However only a few people know this secret. Mostly the academy’s elders, primarily to prevent rumors and unnecessary panic.”Theon had indeed heard this legend before. But he thought it was being exaggerated. Now that the system confirmed it, it must be true. Previously, he saw the dorm as punishment. It turned out to be his greatest asset. At first, he felt grateful because it was detached and private. He had no roommate. No one could monitor him or find out about his cult
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The sweat flowing out of Theon's body formed a small puddle around him. Even his hair wasn't spared. It matted to his scalp and face, his breathing going hard and fast, like a drowning man trying to gulp in any air he could manage. Crack! Splash! Inside, Theon felt his meridians expanding, and the aegis flowing through them became a slightly thicker liquid. It wasn't just clear, it now had a slight milky color to them. Grandmaster pathway level one. His breakthrough into the fourth realm of cultivation didn't move him, never mind the fact that the grandmaster realm wasn't a realm eighteen years old geniuses were expected to touch. Any clan whose descendant reached the grandmaster tier at eighteen would consider him a divine-sent genius and dedicate all the best resources to cultivating him. This could be something amazing for others. But Theon couldn't find it in himself to be happy or satisfied. The pain was mind numbing. Sure, his body was still automatically absorbing daegis
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Host, your body's evolution stats is available. Should I give you a quick run of it?” Theon stayed silent, not saying a word. The system waited without getting any reply, so it continued. “After your physique evolution last night, your body also improved. Your internal organs are stronger now, your tendons tougher. Technically, you've become a human weapon. A hit from you, even without aegis has become lethal. Do you want to test out your new found physical strength?”Theon’s brows furrowed. There were people who focused on physique training and evolution, turning their bodies into a the toughest artefact. But they were few and far in between. In the entire Kaeros planet there were only two known people who had achieved the apex of physique evolution instead of focusing on normal aegis cultivation. Physique cultivation was way harder and more painful. It was also limited in use. It was perfect for defense. But for long range attacks, it wasn't all that efficient. In the end normal