Am really a Dragon!

A Food thief

Life Essence, Blood Essence, Soul Essence... These three adjoining together makes up a Cultivator's identity.

Life essence was related to your very being, that is the amount of power or ability one holds.

Blood essence refers to one's Vitality, how long a person could live depends on the purity and amount of Blood essence he or she has. It was in this case that dragons were the sole lords, with the most refined blood essence, they could live up to thousands of years...

The last but not least, Soul essence. This is linked to the sentience of a being, in fact, it is the most important factor to a cultivator. With enough soul essence, one can command more Life Power to bend to their will and even break out of the chains of mortality and become immortal.

But that was just a myth and even the strongest people haven't chanced upon such luck.

Those three were the core of a Cultivator's makeup, Rudeus exhausted his Blood essence to draw strange diagrams on the hard floor, for this reason.

"This should do it." Without remorse he gulped audibly and moved to the Kitchen's warehouse.

The with a brutal kick, the safe was banged open and shiny light blinded his eyes.

It took a while before he got accustomed to the light, and when he did, Kinsey could help to drool out patched saliva.

The series of treasures here were so much it filled his sight.

As far as his eyes could see, it was only piles of precious resources stacked neatly in racks, if he could count them, Redeus had zero doubts the number of racks could number about three thousand.

'Truly the Kitchen of a Queen, Ha! A Queen's Kitchen' Was what he thought.

"Let the party begin, Shall we!!!" That was what he said.

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"Today I met someone, He wasn't stronger than me, but his skills with the blades have reached a very higher realm than I could ever... Am not going to tell Joan about him, am certain she will hare him to the bones, He's all that she repulses, charming, sleek, good with words, and skillful in every way. She hates people like that, Calls them WEEBs, or Slick Pants. I don't know why but I find myself being drawn to him, it frightens me to think that am the opposite of my sister... I really shouldn't tell her about him then."

Record of Swan.

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