Chapter 955: Part 1: Growth type- lightning seed Chapter 955: Part 1: Growth type- lightning seed From MC’s Perspective: The following day, I woke up much later than I intended around 10 a.m.
The warmth of the sun had already started to filter through the curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the floor.
My body felt heavy with the weight of sleep, and a surge of guilt washed over me.
I had missed the morning cultivation session.
How could I have been so careless?
With a sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and trudged toward the bathroom.
The warm water was soothing as it cascaded down my skin, loosening the stiffness in my muscles.
The steam curled around me, and for 25 minutes, I allowed myself to get lost in the serenity of it.
After drying off and dressing in fresh, simple shirt and pant, I found my thoughts drifting.
The uniform…
I guess today’s the day they’ll give me one.
The idea filled me with a strange mix of excitement and nerves.
I wondered how it would feel to wear the symbol of my new identity.
Just as I was adjusting my sleeves, lost in these musings, a sudden sound startled me, the doorbell rang.
“Someone’s here,” I muttered, shaking off the lingering grogginess.
I walked to the door, the old wooden floor creaking beneath my steps.
Creak!
As I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise.
Standing before me was Master Austin, his familiar, composed figure blocking the sunlight that streamed in behind him.
His armored clothing were immaculate, as usual, and his expression calm, but there was something about his presence that always caught me off guard.
“Master!” I stammered, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
“What brings you here?” The middle-aged man gave me one of his knowing smiles, his eyes twinkling with a touch of amusement.
“Well,” he began, his voice warm but teasing, “I thought you might come to meet me first thing in the morning.” A flush of shame rose to my cheeks, and I bowed my head slightly.
“Master, I…
I just woke up.” He chuckled softly, waving a hand to indicate it was no big deal, though I could feel my stomach tighten with guilt.
I quickly stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.
As Master Austin walked into the room, he moved with a quiet grace, his movements deliberate and measured.
I hastily closed the door behind him and rushed to sit opposite him as he took a seat.
Once seated, I noticed that his sharp gaze was fixed on me, studying me as if evaluating something beyond my appearance.
The silence hung between us for a moment, and then, without a word, Master Austin raised his hand.
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A faint glow enveloped his storage bracelet as he retrieved several items and placed them gently on the table before me.
“Here,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact but filled with an underlying weight.
“A few sets of uniforms, a communication device, and a new, purple grade Storage ring.” I stared at the items, my heart pounding in my chest.
The uniforms were folded with meticulous care, their fabric smooth and pristine, symbolizing the next stage of my journey.
The communication device gleamed with subtle enchantments, and the purple grade storage ring, far more intricate than the one I currently owned, seemed to hum with latent power.
I was overwhelmed, but before I could speak, Master Austin’s voice cut through my thoughts again.
“I still have one more thing to give you,” he said, his eyes softening slightly.
“It’s a special gift for my sixth personal disciple.” Sixth personal disciple?
The words echoed in my mind, and my heart skipped a beat.
Master has five other disciples?
I had always assumed I was one of the few, perhaps the only, but the realization dawned on me that there were others, senior disciples I had yet to meet.
My thoughts swirled as I struggled to absorb this new revelation.
Who are they?
What are they like?
Will they see me as their equal, or will I have to prove myself?
But more than anything, I couldn’t help but wonder what was this “special gift” Master was referring to?
Then, without a word, I saw Master Austin retrieve a small, intricately carved box from his storage ring.
The box itself exuded a sense of mystery and power, its surface etched with arcane symbols that shimmered faintly in the light.
My pulse quickened in anticipation.
Whatever was inside, I could sense it was something extraordinary, something far beyond any treasure I had encountered before.
Master Austin remained silent, his expression focused as he carefully undid the seals surrounding the box.
Each seal dissolved with a soft glow, fading into the air like wisps of smoke.
My breath caught in my throat as the lid slowly lifted, revealing a golden glass bottle nestled within.
The bottle was beautiful in its simplicity, its surface smooth and flawless, but it was what floated inside that made my heart race.
Suspended in the center of the bottle was a small, glowing seed a deep purple in color, etched with intricate ancient patterns that seemed to shift and change with every glance.
Tiny arcs of purple lightning crackled from the seed intermittently, their power palpable even from where I sat.
The air around it felt charged, as though the very atmosphere was bending to its will.
Suddenly, I felt something stir within me a resonance, a pull.
Deep in my consciousness, the lightning rune that had been dormant for so long flared to life, shimmering for just a moment.
The sensation was unmistakable, a direct connection to the strange, powerful seed in front of me.
I felt drawn to it, as if it were calling to a part of me I had yet to fully understand.
Confused, I tore my gaze from the bottle and looked at Master Austin.
His knowing smile told me he had already anticipated my reaction.
“Are you confused?” he asked, his voice breaking the silence.
There was a warmth in his tone, as though he enjoyed watching the unfolding realization on my face.
I nodded, unable to find the words.
“This,” he began, his voice filled with a quiet reverence, “is the Purple Lightning Seed.
A variant of the lightning element.” “Lightning seed?” I echoed, the term foreign to me.
“Yes,” Master Austin continued, leaning forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with seriousness.
“But this is no ordinary treasure.
It’s a growth-type treasure, which means it will evolve as you grow in power.
It’s beyond any elemental seed you could find on the market.
Gradeless-its potential is limitless.
Not even my other disciples possess something like this.” His words hit me like a hammer.
A growth-type treasure?
My mind struggled to process the significance of it.
I “Mostly,” he said, his tone solemn, “because treasures like this are incredibly hard to find.
And when you do find them, they have to resonate with the right elemental affinity.
This Purple Lightning Seed has been with me for years, waiting for the right disciple.
My other disciples are talented, but none of them share your affinity for this specific lightning variant.
They command other forms of lightning.” Master Austin’s words sent another shock through me.
So there are other lightning warriors among his disciples?
My thoughts raced, imagining who they were, what their strengths might be.
But more than that, I felt an overwhelming sense of honor and pressure.
This treasure was meant for me.
It had been waiting for me.
“And now,” Master Austin added with a small smile, “it belongs to you.” I sat there, my heart pounding as waves of disbelief and excitement crashed over me.
The weight of the moment settled in my chest.
Not only had I been gifted this rare and powerful treasure, but I also now knew that Master Austin had entrusted me with something even his other disciples had not received.
The purple lightning seed continued to pulse gently inside the bottle, the arcs of electricity dancing around it like a living force.
My connection to it, though still faint, felt undeniable.
What lay ahead with this seed?
What power would it unlock within me?
I sat there, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the flood of information.
My mind buzzed with unanswered questions, each one more urgent than the last.
What exactly is a gradeless treasure?
What makes a growth-type treasure so special?
And most pressing of all: What does this lightning seed actually do?
The seed floated inside the bottle, its pulsing light casting an ethereal glow across the table.
It was mesmerizing, yet intimidating.
I could sense its raw power, but I had no idea how to harness it, let alone understand its full potential.
The tiny arcs of lightning crackling from the seed only deepened the mystery.
Was this seed truly meant for me?
What would it demand of me in return?
A knot of anxiety twisted in my chest, and I felt the need to voice these questions, to ask Master Austin for clarity.
But I held back, hoping that he would continue to explain.
He had already revealed so much, and yet it felt like I had barely scratched the surface of what this treasure could be.
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