Blood Lords resurrection

Jake climbed the small hill, then he quickly walked towards the cave where the ball had rolled. As he stepped inside, a chilling scene greeted him: a skeleton with a human face, its hair styled in a white bun, laying next to a katana on the bloodstained ground. It looked like the kind of crime scene you'd see in a horror movie, and Jake reacted the way any sensible teenager would as he screamed and rushed back down the hill.

As he raced to his friends, he breathlessly recounted his discovery. Unlike the typical horror movie characters who would venture into danger, his friends wisely chose to go straight to their parents. They knew Jake's dad was a third-circle mage, capable of handling any dark sorcery that could be involved with the corpse they had seen. The group quickly returned home, soon dismissing the incident as an odd memory.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the cave, Lucas was jolted awake by a scream. He regained awareness and looked at himself in shock a Louth that ended up, a roar that echoed through the darkness—a far deeper sound than Jake's frantic scream. The aura he projected was a faint echo of his ancestor's power, so weak that the third-circle gravity mage outside failed to notice it.

Outside, Gary, the mage, fortified himself by exhausting all his mana to form blue protective and strengh enhancement and drinking a mana replenishment potion he tapped at the air a few times summoning his staff from the air with practiced ease, determined to confront whatever threat lay inside.

"What kind of storage technique is that?" Lucas asked from the shadows, his tone curious yet steady.

Gary, feeling a surge of fear, recalled the teachings from the Church of the Goddess of Love and Wisdom: if an undead entity was intelligent, it typically ranked at five or six and posed a severe threat. Panic coursed through him as he thought, **I should have listened to my wife and stayed away from the beach.**

"Are you a cultivator or a mage?" Lucas asked.

"I'm a mage," Gary replied, tension tightening in his chest.

"How many circles have you formed?" Lucas pressed further. Gary hesitated, weighing the danger of revealing his rank to this formidable being. Finally, he answered, "I am a third-circle gravity mage." 

In that moment, Gary felt the weight of Lucas's aura, understanding that the creature stood at a level he couldn't comprehend, far surpassing mere demigods. 

Lucas, realizing he had to find a way to get Gary to leave, felt the pressure of the situation. His current aura was deceptive, held together by the fleeting echo of his ancestor's power. If that faded, his own lack of strength would be revealed; he hadn't even fully achieved rank one in this form.

His essence and cultivation had deteriorated after glimpsing fragments of his ancestor's memories. He could hardly move now. If he told Gary to leave, it would only attract unwanted attention he would definitely report the situation in the cave . He needed a way to dismiss the mage without causing a stir—then a plan began to form.

"What is your name?" he asked, drawing on the tension of the moment to steer the conversation in a direction he hoped would help him escape. "What is your name, child?" Lucas asked, deliberately lowering his voice to create an air of authority. 

"My name is Gary," the mage replied, his heart pounding with uncertainty. 

"Do not be afraid of me," Lucas said, his tone reassuring yet firm. "I am no monster or undead. My appearance is simply a reflection of my thousand years of cultivation. You are the first human I have encountered since the beginning of my journey. Why not become my final disciple?"

Gary felt a surge of apprehension. He had only read one cultivation novel in his life and had no idea how to navigate this unexpected encounter. Driven by instinct and a desire to survive, he did what any protagonist in a novel might do—he bowed deeply and knocked his forehead against the ground. "The disciple greets his master!"

Lucas placed a hand on his forehead, channeling a low-level cultivation technique. "My disciple," he instructed, "learn this technique well and return to me in sixteen days."

With that, Lucas sent Gary on his way, hoping the mage wouldn't reveal what had transpired in the cave for at least 3 days. As Gary hurriedly left.

Lucas knew that if this disciple of his finds out how trash the technique he was given was he would definitely betray him with no second thoughts so he started to refine more blood essence.