Free Web NovelChapter 8: Blood Awakening
Blood Awakening
Hearing Victor’s domineering words, the members of the Salvatore Family who were still slaughtering their enemies felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
For ten long years, they had endured.
Ten years of humiliation.
Ten years of mockery.
Ten years of being forced to lower their heads while others trampled on the reputation their ancestors had built with blood and sweat.
Now, all of it seemed to be washing away beneath the crimson tide flowing through the Blackwood Family estate.
The frustration and resentment they had accumulated over the past decade seemed to vanish completely.
One by one, they charged fearlessly into battle against the Blackwood Family disciples.
Of course, calling it a battle wasn’t entirely accurate.
The outcome had been decided the moment Victor stepped into the Blackwood Family.
The only reason those Blackwood Family disciples were still alive at all was because Victor had deliberately left them for the Salvatore Family members to vent years of anger upon.
Screams echoed throughout the estate.
Steel flashed.
Blood splattered across stone pathways.
Autumn leaves drifted through the air, mixing with the crimson rain.
"Mercy and kindness are reserved for one’s own people... As for enemies, there is only slaughter..."
Nux repeated Victor’s words in his heart.
Again.
And again.
For some reason, he felt as though he had suddenly grasped something profound.
Something that had always been hidden within him.
Waiting.
Sleeping.
His simple saber spun through the air.
Two enemy heads flew upward.
Blood erupted like fountains.
Yet Nux’s expression remained calm.
Too calm.
In truth, Nux had long realized he was different from other people.
Ever since childhood.
Whenever he entered combat, the world became strangely quiet.
His thoughts sharpened.
His emotions disappeared.
His mind became incomparably clear.
Yet hidden beneath that calmness was an endless craving for slaughter.
Every time he fought, he felt as though he became someone else.
Someone cold.
Someone terrifying.
In his eyes, the people he killed seemed no different from delicious meals waiting to be consumed.
That feeling frightened him.
Many nights he had awakened drenched in sweat.
Many nights he had questioned whether something was wrong with him.
What frightened him even more was that his cultivation speed became extraordinarily fast whenever he killed.
Every battle strengthened him.
Every death nourished him.
Because of that, Nux had become afraid.
Afraid that someone would discover his secret.
Afraid that others would classify him as a cultivator of the demonic path.
Afraid that the Salvatore Family would be implicated because of him.
Without realizing it, he had shackled himself with invisible chains.
He had suppressed himself.
Restricted himself.
Limited himself.
In reality, he had already reached the peak of the Spiritual Awakening Realm three years ago.
Yet he had always remained one step away from breaking through.
Not because he couldn’t. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Because he wouldn’t.
But Victor’s words had awakened him.
The Abyssal Bodhi Slaughter Physique.
Good and evil intertwined.
Light and darkness existing together.
The heart of slaughter directed toward enemies.
The heart of enlightenment directed toward loved ones.
For years, Nux had believed he could only choose one.
Now he finally understood.
He never needed to choose.
At this moment, Nux’s naturally kind nature and his boundless killing intent achieved a delicate balance.
His saber pierced through another enemy’s heart.
The Blackwood disciple widened his eyes.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
Then he collapsed.
At the same moment—
Something broke.
Not a physical chain.
A mental one.
Boom!
His blood surged violently through his body.
Like a dragon awakening from slumber.
Like a volcano erupting after centuries of silence.
His spiritual power crashed through his extraordinary meridians while spiritual energy flowed wildly through his limbs.
The bottleneck that had trapped him for years shattered instantly.
Nux had broken through into the Arcane Meridian Realm!
A powerful aura erupted from his body.
Nearby Blackwood disciples froze in horror.
Several weaker cultivators were directly blown backward.
Within moments, Nux’s cultivation stabilized.
His red eyes opened.
For the first time, they contained absolute clarity.
No confusion.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Only understanding.
Inside the hall, Victor noticed the change and glanced toward his nephew.
A faint smile appeared.
The Eternal Legacy System immediately responded.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host!]
[Salvatore Family member Nux Salvatore has comprehended the true essence of slaughter.]
[Family Fortune +100.]
[Additional Reward Granted to the Patriarch: Low-Grade Yellow Rank Cultivation Technique — Abyss Sovereign Blood Scripture.]
[Abyss Sovereign Blood Scripture: With blood as fuel and slaughter as the path, the cultivator walks the road of the Abyss Sovereign. Every fallen enemy strengthens the user’s killing intent and nourishes their spiritual power. Slaughter refines the body, blood tempers the soul, and war becomes cultivation. The more enemies slain, the stronger the technique becomes.]
[Note: This technique continuously evolves through battle and slaughter. Its rank is not fixed and may eventually reach Heaven Rank or beyond.]
"The more one kills, the stronger one becomes..."
Victor nodded in satisfaction.
"It suits Nux perfectly."
His gaze lingered briefly on his nephew.
The Abyssal Bodhi Slaughter Physique.
Combined with the Abyss Sovereign Blood Scripture.
The synergy was nearly perfect.
Victor had been wondering how to guide Nux’s future cultivation path.
Now the Eternal Legacy System had directly handed him the answer.
"The System truly understands timing."
Victor chuckled softly.
Then his gaze lowered.
Toward the man beneath his foot.
"How does it feel?"
Victor asked calmly.
"Watching a genius of the Salvatore Family grow stronger using the blood of the Blackwood Family as his stepping stone?"
His voice wasn’t loud.
Yet every word felt like a hammer striking the soul.
"Evan Blackwood."
"When you chose to become someone else’s dog while I was in seclusion..."
Victor’s golden eyes narrowed.
"Did you ever imagine this day would come?"
His voice was indifferent.
Under his foot was a middle-aged man.
The Patriarch of the Blackwood Family—
Evan Blackwood.
Victor was forcing him to watch as his clansmen fell one after another.
"The wise bird chooses the right tree to make its nest in!"
"There is no right or wrong!"
"It’s merely a matter of winners and losers!"
Evan forced the words through gritted teeth.
Blood covered his face.
Several teeth were already missing.
Yet a stubborn light remained in his eyes.
Although the Blackwood Family had already been completely destroyed, a tiny spark still lingered deep within his heart.
The direct heir survived.
The bloodline survived.
The family wasn’t truly gone.
That thought was all he had left.
A trace of curiosity appeared on Victor’s face.
His foot pressed down slightly harder.
Crack!
Bones shattered.
Evan’s face was ground violently against the floor.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The scream echoed throughout the hall.
Victor frowned.
"Too noisy."
His True Essence stirred slightly.
Instantly, Evan lost the ability to make sound.
His mouth opened.
His body convulsed.
Yet not a single noise emerged.
Only silent agony.
At this point, the Blackwood Family’s main hall had become a sea of corpses.
Bodies covered the floor.
Blood pooled beneath shattered tables.
Many of the Blackwood elders hadn’t even been killed by Victor.
Instead, desperate Guardians had slaughtered their former masters in exchange for a chance at survival.
Such was human nature.
Loyalty vanished quickly when death arrived.
"You still have hope in your eyes."
Victor spoke casually.
"What exactly is giving you that hope?"
His golden eyes studied the broken man.
"Does the Blackwood Family still have some hidden trump card?"
He paused.
Then slowly shook his head.
"No."
"The Blackwood Family isn’t the branch of any great clan."
"Nor do you have some powerful backing."
Victor continued calmly.
"Yet you actively interfered with my recovery of the Salvatore Family’s assets."
"The whole thing felt as though you deliberately offered yourselves up so I could vent my anger."
Evan’s pupils contracted.
"The Ravencreast Family has courage but lacks subtlety."
Victor spoke as though discussing the weather.
"This feels more like Magnus Ashthorn’s style."
Every word caused more fear to appear within Evan’s eyes.
Victor continued.
"I see."
"You understand my character."
"After what the Blackwood Family did, there was no way you could escape my reckoning."
"So why rush forward to die?"
Victor’s gaze became sharp.
"What exactly did the Ashthorn Family promise you?"
His foot slowly twisted against Evan’s face.
Yet compared to the physical pain—
The next words filled Evan with true despair.
"Let me guess."
Victor suddenly crouched.
Looking directly into Evan’s eyes.
A gentle smile appeared.
Yet to Evan—
That smile looked like the gates of hell opening.
"The Ashthorn Family promised to preserve a bloodline of the Blackwood Family."
The moment those words were spoken, Evan’s entire body trembled.
Victor smiled faintly.
"Honestly, I can’t even be bothered to guess these little schemes."
"It doesn’t matter anymore." freeωebnovēl.c૦m
He stood slowly.
His black robe fluttered gently.
Golden eyes overlooked the entire blood-soaked hall.
"I don’t care how many people the Ashthorn Family protected."
His voice became colder.
"From now on..."
"There only needs to be one voice in Aurelia City."
For the first time, the stubborn determination inside Evan completely shattered.
Despair consumed him.
Outside, the slaughter of the Blackwood Family had already ended.
The Salvatore Family disciples stood covered in blood.
Yet not a single one of them had died.
Their eyes burned brightly.
Their backs stood straight.
They gazed toward Victor with boundless admiration.
As though looking upon a god.
Victor glanced at them.
Then calmly gave his next order.
"Spread the word."
"Any family connected to the Blackwood Family will not be spared."
"Anyone carrying Blackwood Family blood..."
His voice echoed across the estate.
"Kill them all."
The disciples showed no hesitation.
"As the saying goes—"
Victor’s eyes became cold.
"If you want to eliminate weeds, you must remove the roots."
His voice wasn’t loud.
Yet every member of the Salvatore Family treated his words as divine law.
"As for Patriarch Blackwood..."
Victor chuckled softly.
"’The wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in.’"
"What a wonderful saying."
He looked down at Evan.
"Take him to the dungeon."
"Death is easy."
"But I’ve changed my mind."
"I don’t want you to die yet."
His smile widened slightly.
"I want you to watch with your own eyes..."
"...exactly how the tree you chose eventually breaks."
At that moment, the familiar voice of the Eternal Legacy System echoed through his mind once again.
[Ding!]
[Family Mission Completed: Destroy the Blackwood Family!]
