Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



"If I can't kill your dirty smoke, then I'll throw you away," he tried to move it away from the tent, but couldn't. He felt like there was an impregnable wall that prevented him from taking it away. "F*ck! What the hell is wrong with this thing?!!!"

He got more frustrated by all this, and then couldn't help but try and store it away inside one of his rings. The ring accepted it, ending up getting ruined and smashed as if a bomb exploded deep within.

Everything that was inside the ring got ruined already, burnt, and turned into thin wisps of green gas. As for the corridor, it landed peacefully on the ground, like nothing happened.

"Hmm… I want you to check that corridor, see if there are any weird writings there," as he lacked any clue about what to do, and the king didn't wake up, Sloth had to ask for the advice of the only person he trusted he'd know the solution to.

The battle out there was already heated up as more of the royal members and their followers flooded this place. Even the ones who agreed to let Sloth try curing the king didn't accept what he did. It was an act of treason in many eyes, a dirty insult in the eyes of others.

Thanks to the team Sloth gathered, and as they weren't affected by the toxin anymore, they managed to stop them so far. Yet their task was hard, as they had to exert total control over their powers and techniques, to not end up severely harming or killing anyone.

Even if this was a clash, it was something like internal strife that would end up quite good in the end by the waking up of the king. The masters didn't want to harm their friends, colleagues, and even disciples, and didn't want to do what the enemy failed all this time, killing and harming what remained of the kingdom's force.

Sloth knew every single minute passing would end up making the situation worse. So he took out his special scroll and told William about everything.

As he expected, William did indeed know the right way to handle the situation.

Sloth was busy trying to get rid of that candle and corridor and didn't even examine it. When William mentioned it, he knew he acted on impulse and was quite impatient. He scanned the entire thing using his spirit sense, and even left the small door open so he could scan the interior as well.

"There are indeed weird symbols and writings there… But I can't read any of it," Sloth said to William, and the latter paused before saying:

"Are there any symbols of circles with rays going inside instead of shining outside? It will be like the symbol of stars, but with rays pointing to the centre."

"There are lots of these symbols, all with weird small letters written in the centre of it."

"Great! Then you can definitely store it away inside one of your rings…"

"I tried that before but failed, told you already…" Sloth was hoping for William to say something new, but in the end, he didn't. He felt like he rose up to the seventh heaven, to end up falling into the deepest hole in hell.

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, what I mean is a special type of ring."

"There aren't any special types of rings, there is only one type of them!"

"There are the ones which can hold any living things inside," William didn't need to elaborate any further for Sloth to get his point.

"You mean the life storage devices? Will that work?"

"There is no time to explain anything, but the thing you are dealing with isn't just a normal candle. It's something living, eating up on our spirit power and growing intense and bigger by it."

Sloth knew William meant something he couldn't get, and he didn't know how William knew such a thing. But without any hesitation, he took out one of his life storage devices, stored that corridor inside, and it worked!

The corridor vanished like magic. Sloth placed the storage device that was in the form of a thick bracelet on the ground, and waited for it to explode or something but it didn't.

"Thanks, William, I owe you big this time," he muttered to himself, vowing that such gratitude wouldn't go without heavily and richly repaid.

The moment that candle vanished, Sloth turned to the king. He fed him ten bottles of potions so far, and yet the king didn't show any sign of recovery.

"You don't need to add any more potions, the ones you gave him are enough," William knew Sloth was impatient, but this process would take a long time to yield results.

The king was poisoned for a long time already, got poisoned by a heavy concentration of the toxin. So it was expected to take much longer to relieve the symptoms and cure the king. Giving him more potions wouldn't help, instead, it might backfire in the end.

Sloth needed to be patient, and yet he asked William about how long before the potions would show their magic. The toxin was deeply rooted inside the king's body, and William wasn't there himself to check and give Sloth the right answer. But as he learned about the critical situation Sloth and others were in, William decided to give a rough estimate for the old man.

"Buy yourself at least half an hour, then things will start getting better… I hope," William wouldn't give a definite answer, especially when things were heading toward a dead end for Sloth and his team.

"Fine! I'll work with that," Sloth turned his eyes over the king, feeling more responsibility towards the fragile-looking man, "I won't let you die, my king, even if it ended up for me to follow you to the afterlife first."

As a man who had nothing to lose, Sloth started walking in heavy steps toward the outside.