Way of the Knights

Chapter 677 - Berserkers? Dragons?

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"…at least the 'Crystal Sky Eyes' are working." Little Tiger muttered as his eyes blossomed with a rainbow colored light. "Unfortunately, I don't have enough supply of energy to have it on for even a minute."

Little Tiger sighed and collapsed on his bed. He stared blankly on the ceiling while in deep thought…

This place is the territory of the Blue Mountain Tribe. The tribe is strategically built and is hidden to Demonic Beasts which gives the tribe some sort of safety. That being said, they are in a mountain range, and just beyond this mountain range is a massive jungle filled with all sorts of demonic beasts. 

Even though the tribe have some sort of security, it only due to sheer luck that it's still standing right now. 

According to Little Tiger's Memories, the tribe worships the Berserker God and as descendants of this god, they too could harness the Berserk Power of the World in order to strengthen themselves. In a sense, this is their cultivation inheritance…

Little Tiger is an orphan, so is Fatty and Rosa. Orphans aren't rare in this tribe, in fact they have the biggest population here. This is simply due to the fact that the demonic beasts are too strong for them to handle. In order to provide for the new generation of the Tribe, the adults has to hunt in the Mountain Range which is crawling with Demonic Beasts. It isn't really surprising for them to have casualties in every hunt. Still, it is tragic…

Little Tiger's parents died very early, in fact as soon as he was born, his father got a little to eager to provide for his child that he volunteered to join the hunt. He didn't return after that. Little Tiger's mother died no long after than since she was left severely weakened from child birth and she also terminal disease.

The one that took care of Little Tiger was a kind old lady but she only managed to live until Little Tiger could understand what's going on before dying. Since then, Little Tiger always did things solo. It wasn't until long ago that he met Fatty and Rosa. 

Little Tiger got up from the bed and looked around his house...if you can even call it that. 

Compared to what he was used to, this place is nothing worse than a pig's pen. It looked like the carpenter was drunk or hallucinating when he made this. It was just a bunch of wood slammed together and a rusting roof. The floor was filled with holes, everything smells like shit, and he could even see chicken poop here and there. 

He felt a headache from looking at his current state. At least the houses of his neighbors were proper Straw Huts, this is just...

'Living in a cave would be much better compared to this.' Little Tiger groaned helplessly. 'The problem is, there are no known caves here in the tribe, I am but a mere mortal. One step out of this tribe and I'm dead.'

'Screw this! Let me check my body first. I'll see if this body is truly a waste as they say..."

Little Tiger closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. His cultivation base might be sealed, his soul might've been suppressed, and crown might've been disabled, however his intelligence remained sharp. Plus, he has his ocular technique and a the Spear of Wisdom. He still has some capital with him and he plans on taking full advantage of them.

After a couple of minutes, Raven released a long sigh and ended his meditation. He grimaced as he felt his legs cramping but inwardly, he feels a bit jubilant.

"As expected..." He grinned, "This body isn't a waste as they said, they're just ignorant."

Such a thing is truly something that cannot be helped. This tribe is isolated from other human civilizations, in fact they don't even know if there are other humans out there in first place. Their luck is already good enough that the tribe still stands to this day with how much demonic beasts surrounding them. Little Tiger couldn't expect anything more out of them. 

"The energy I sensed...they call it Qi don't they?" Raven muttered as he massaged his legs, "It is the dominant energy here, probably because of the sheer amount of Demonic Beast around this area."

"From what I learned, cultivators here are called Berserkers. And the Berserkers are divided into several stages Mountain Berserker, Heavenly Berserker and Berserker God. This stages are divided into sub-stages as well."

"Mountain Berserkers needs to consume the flesh and blood of Demonic Beasts in order to temper their body. Heavenly Berserkers needed to consume even more flesh and blood of higher quality while also understand the Heaven and Earth. Finally, Berserker Gods are the ones that transcends the Heaven and Earth and rules the world."

"Big talk really..." Little Tiger sneered, "Not even a Heavenly Berserker appeared during the last century. They haven't even seen a Berserker of that caliber and they believe that a Berserker God exists? Hah....the ignorant sure is lucky." 

Little Tiger shook his head. Although he has no basis whether the Berserker God is real or not, frankly he doesn't care. He neither worships nor idolizes this Berserker God at all, he never even visited it's statue before. The only reason why the original Little Tiger wanted to become a Berserker is because he needed something to do. He didn't want to be useless and a burden to the tribe.

He wanted to follow the footsteps of his parents. Unfortunately, he was deemed unfit to cultivate the Berserker Lineage. In truth however, Little Tiger is more than capable, its just that his path lies elsewhere. Sadly, the tribe is ignorant and nearly destroyed his brilliant future. 

"I don't have any idea how the hell you posses the blood of a freaking Dragon but it doesn't matter. This is more than enough. Wherever you are, watch and learn. This is how you become powerful." 

Little Tiger dove to his memories and found a suitable technique that works perfectly to his condition. He still has no idea how the hell he gained the bloodline of a genuine Dragon but he'd be a fool to waste such precious chance.

"There! [Ancient Dragon King's Scripture]. Wonderful." Little Tiger felt excited. He unraveled the information about this cultivation technique and memorized it. 

The 'Ancient Dragon King's Scripture' was something he got on his previous life, it was the spoil of war but unfortunately he discovered it too late. It was the treasure that the Golden Dragon King used to rise to prominence in the Divine Realm. 

This scripture is demanding. In order to build the foundation needed to cultivate this technique, one needs to possess the blood essence of a True Dragon. It had to be known that True Dragons doesn't exist in the Divine Realm anymore. Their era was long over and not even a trace of them could be found to this day, therefore the value of this scripture plummeted. 

That being said however, if one gets lucky enough to get their hands on the blood essence of a True Dragon, then there is no other cultivation technique that is more fitting for them to cultivate other than the Ancient Dragon King's Scripture. 

"Little Tiger, purple smoke must've been rising from your ancestor's grave for you to obtain this kind of treasure." He murmured after reviewing the information. "To think that you managed to remain alive despite having the blood essence of a True Dragon is something inconceivable even to me. How many years of good luck did you sacrifice just to obtain this thing without dying?" 

"Either way, it doesn't matter." Little Tiger shook his head, he calmed himself down and whispered, "Since you posses this, then I'll transform you into a True Dragon."

*Buzz!*

Little Tiger began breathing according to the instructions of the scripture. At first nothing happened but as he continued doing it, he felt his blood circulating in a unique manner. 

At the depths of his body, he could feel a strange heat source which also contains an unparalleled amount of vitality. This was of course none other than the Blood Essence of a True Dragon. 

*Woosh!*

Thanks to his patience, he managed to take a single wisp from the Blood Essence, even though he only absorbed a wisp before sealing away the rest, a great reaction still occurred on his body. 

Little Tiger's body rocked back and forth, he spat out a mouthful of blood and he felt a pain all over his body. He started bleeding from his orifices but he remained stable and focused. 

The wisp of blood essence he absorbed was sent directly to his marrows. The sheer density and quality of the blood essence far surpassed his normal blood causing them to be expelled from his body. 

What he's doing right now is slowly infusing the blood essence to his bloodline in order to evolve his physique. So long as he remains strong and determined, by the time he managed to absorb all of the Blood Essence to his marrows he'll become a genuine descendant of the True Dragon Lineage....