not the normal gold of other lightning cultivators!
This gold essence felt a lot weaker than the azure essence Calron had experienced yesterday, as he remembered the feeling of unrestrained power that surged through him. Where did it go?
Calron let out a disappointed sigh.
“It went back into the locket, kid. The Azure Lightning puts a lot of pressure on your body, and if you had continued to channel it any longer yesterday, you would have instantly died! Just be glad that it protected you.”
The Voice abruptly stated with a lazy tone.
“Are you a ghost?”
Calron asked with his voice quivering.
He was in extreme pain yesterday, so naturally he did not pay much attention to the origin of the voice, but with his mind clear now, Calron’s childish thoughts could not help but remember the ghost stories that his mother used to tell him.
“Haha, I’m not a ghost. But more importantly, why is the son of the House Raizel living in this dump, kid?”
The Voice inquired in a peculiar tone.
“House Raizel? What’s that, I’ve never heard of that name before…”
Calron curiously responded.
The name was unfamiliar to him, as only the most powerful families were titled by their house names, so why would a servant’s family ever have one? For as long as Calron could remember, his parents just had a single name.
“Never mind”
The Voice sighed. He seems to do that a lot, Calron inwardly thought.
“I heard that!” The Voice exclaimed.
“Wait, so you can hear all my thoughts?”
Calron thought inside his mind, in order to test the Voice.
“Yes, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear, kid”
The Voice responded back lazily.
“What’s your name?”
Calron sent his thoughts to the Voice. He started enjoying talking to this Voice as it filled a lonely part of him that was empty after the death of his family.
Although Calron could not listen to the thoughts of the Voice unless it intentionally talked to him, he could subconsciously feel that the Voice meant him no harm, and moreover he even felt a slight feeling of affection from it.
“Well, for now, just call me Teacher!”
The Voice said lazily, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Why would I call you teacher?”
Calron already called old Ronny his teacher, as she taught him history and numbers, along with the other village kids.
Since his parents worked at the city Lord’s house, Calron had lots of free time to spend, so he usually tried to make friends with the other kids. However, despite Calron’s best efforts, the village kids always seemed to either ignore or condemn him.
Calron saw no reason to call a voice in his head as “teacher”, and besides he hated Ronny, she always ridiculed him in front of other kids because he could not remember the dates in history, and he absolutely abhorred counting numbers.
Calron simply did not like teachers.
“Stupid kid, do I look like I want to teach you how to count numbers?”
The Voice retorted in Calron’s mind.
“I’m going to teach you how to cultivate your lightning element, so you can finally use that Azure Lightning in the future. And one more thing, kid: NEVER tell anyone about that blue lightning, alright?”
For some reason, Calron trusted the Voice as he knew instinctively that his blue lightning was different from his father’s or any other element of the other cultivators for that matter, so Calron simply nodded in response to the Voice’s request.
Calron wondered if the Voice saw his nod or if he only responded to his thoughts. Calron knew the Voice was a ‘he’ as no woman would ever have such a rugged voice that sounded like two boulders grinding against each other.
“I can see just fine, kid. My soul is connected to yours so anything that you see I can see as well. By the way, the ladies back in my day swooned over my deep manly voice!”
The Voice sulked
This gold essence felt a lot weaker than the azure essence Calron had experienced yesterday, as he remembered the feeling of unrestrained power that surged through him. Where did it go?
Calron let out a disappointed sigh.
“It went back into the locket, kid. The Azure Lightning puts a lot of pressure on your body, and if you had continued to channel it any longer yesterday, you would have instantly died! Just be glad that it protected you.”
The Voice abruptly stated with a lazy tone.
“Are you a ghost?”
Calron asked with his voice quivering.
He was in extreme pain yesterday, so naturally he did not pay much attention to the origin of the voice, but with his mind clear now, Calron’s childish thoughts could not help but remember the ghost stories that his mother used to tell him.
“Haha, I’m not a ghost. But more importantly, why is the son of the House Raizel living in this dump, kid?”
The Voice inquired in a peculiar tone.
“House Raizel? What’s that, I’ve never heard of that name before…”
Calron curiously responded.
The name was unfamiliar to him, as only the most powerful families were titled by their house names, so why would a servant’s family ever have one? For as long as Calron could remember, his parents just had a single name.
“Never mind”
The Voice sighed. He seems to do that a lot, Calron inwardly thought.
“I heard that!” The Voice exclaimed.
“Wait, so you can hear all my thoughts?”
Calron thought inside his mind, in order to test the Voice.
“Yes, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear, kid”
The Voice responded back lazily.
“What’s your name?”
Calron sent his thoughts to the Voice. He started enjoying talking to this Voice as it filled a lonely part of him that was empty after the death of his family.
Although Calron could not listen to the thoughts of the Voice unless it intentionally talked to him, he could subconsciously feel that the Voice meant him no harm, and moreover he even felt a slight feeling of affection from it.
“Well, for now, just call me Teacher!”
The Voice said lazily, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Why would I call you teacher?”
Calron already called old Ronny his teacher, as she taught him history and numbers, along with the other village kids.
Since his parents worked at the city Lord’s house, Calron had lots of free time to spend, so he usually tried to make friends with the other kids. However, despite Calron’s best efforts, the village kids always seemed to either ignore or condemn him.
Calron saw no reason to call a voice in his head as “teacher”, and besides he hated Ronny, she always ridiculed him in front of other kids because he could not remember the dates in history, and he absolutely abhorred counting numbers.
Calron simply did not like teachers.
“Stupid kid, do I look like I want to teach you how to count numbers?”
The Voice retorted in Calron’s mind.
“I’m going to teach you how to cultivate your lightning element, so you can finally use that Azure Lightning in the future. And one more thing, kid: NEVER tell anyone about that blue lightning, alright?”
For some reason, Calron trusted the Voice as he knew instinctively that his blue lightning was different from his father’s or any other element of the other cultivators for that matter, so Calron simply nodded in response to the Voice’s request.
Calron wondered if the Voice saw his nod or if he only responded to his thoughts. Calron knew the Voice was a ‘he’ as no woman would ever have such a rugged voice that sounded like two boulders grinding against each other.
“I can see just fine, kid. My soul is connected to yours so anything that you see I can see as well. By the way, the ladies back in my day swooned over my deep manly voice!”
The Voice sulked
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