72: Chapter 72 Breakthrough! Peak Knight! Preparing to head to Misty Whisper Town!

White Cliff Castle, early morning.

The morning light of late autumn pierced through in several hazy bands, fine dust slowly floating and sinking within the pillars of light.

The lingering scent of warm fragrance still remained in the air.

Rowan opened his eyes and moved the head maid, who was wrapped around him like an octopus, aside.

The woman let out a dissatisfied moan in her sleep, subconsciously shrinking deeper into the warmth of the covers.

Only then did Rowan get out of bed, standing barefoot on the plush carpet, feeling the seemingly endless vitality within his body.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed it open a crack, letting the crisp, chilly morning breeze pour in, instantly dispersing some of the indoor sweetness.

The benefits brought by refining the Red Maple Breathing Technique had been becoming increasingly clear over the past few days, some even far exceeding his initial expectations.

The most direct manifestation was the proficiency of the Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique, which had seen an almost leap-like, frantic growth over the past few days.

The essence of his combat qi was continuously being tempered and sublimated.

The life-flame and explosive potential brought by the [Blazing] trait acted like the strongest catalyst, violently colliding and merging with existing traits like [Frost], [Blood Rage], and [Wind Breath]. Under the mediation of the Myriad Manifestations Furnace, it catalyzed a brand-new qualitative change in his combat qi.

Along with this came a significant increase in the speed at which he usually cultivated and refined the lionheart dawn secret potion.

If before it was like streams flowing into a lake, now it was like rivers surging into the sea.

The efficiency of practicing his Breathing Technique had improved tremendously.

"As expected of a top-tier Breathing Technique just below the Perfect Grade; it truly lives up to its reputation."

Rowan understood clearly in his heart.

Now, this powerful foundation was enough to support him in charging toward that threshold many knights could never touch in their entire lives—

Peak Knight!

He could clearly feel that invisible barrier lying ahead; only one last surge of majestic force was needed to pierce through it in one go!

Rowan hesitated no longer and sat cross-legged on the lounge chair by the window, his back straight as a pine.

Closing his eyes, his mind sank into the deepest part of his body.

The Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique began to operate quietly.

At first, it was just a trickling stream.

Combat qi flowed steadily along the wide meridians, nourishing every part of his body.

Gradually, the speed of the combat qi's circulation grew faster and faster, whipping up wild waves and stormy billows within his meridians.

The invisible furnace within his body vibrated with a boom, erupting with an unprecedented, scorching light!

Around the life seed, various colors of light flowed.

A deep, reserved silver, flowing with the icy blue light of Frost, the dark red glow of blood, the eeriness of shadows, the green brilliance of Wind Breath, and a crimson blaze like a leaping spark!

Several trait-lights intertwined, swirled, and collided.

Under the refining of the furnace, they reached a dangerous yet perfect balance.

Finally, it manifested as a magnificent and eerie color.

[Flame Purple]!

It appeared to be a purple that danced like flames.

But its essence was a new balance reached by cold and heat at the edge of annihilation and rebirth!

It contained extreme cold and extreme heat, tranquility and fury.

Rowan named this brand-new Myriad Phenomena combat qi:

[Ice Flame] Combat Qi!

His gaze swept over the panel:

Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique lv2 (7999/10000) (Senior Knight)

Proficiency was stuck at 7999 points; the Peak Knight bottleneck had appeared.

Conventional cultivation could no longer add any more proficiency points.

Now was the moment—

An earth-shattering roar erupted in his heart:

"System, add points!!!"

[Free Attribute Point -1]

BOOM—!!!

A loud noise like an earthquake exploded in the depths of his soul!

The combat qi within his body began to circulate on its own!

The surging [Ice Flame] combat qi, like a wild dragon that had found its home, slammed into the Peak Knight bottleneck with a posture of both destruction and creation!

Crack... crackle...

An invisible yet tangible sound of shattering rang out.

The Peak Knight bottleneck trembled violently, and countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared!

But the Flame Purple [Ice Flame] combat qi did not stop for a moment; instead, it became even more violent!

The [Insight] trait accurately found the weakest point!

The [Frost] trait rapidly froze the structure of the barrier, making it brittle.

The [Shape-shifting] trait allowed the combat qi to penetrate everywhere!

The [Wind Breath] trait accelerated the impact!

The [Blood Rage] trait provided endless explosive power!

The [Blazing] trait erupted last, intending to completely incinerate it!

Break for me!!!

"Buzz!!!"

After a strange hum, that exceptionally sturdy Peak Knight bottleneck shattered!

The obstacle was no more; the path ahead was wide open!

The surging, tsunami-like [Ice Flame] combat qi no longer had any hindrance, sweeping through every meridian with unprecedented smoothness and majesty!

Nourished by this brand-new, qualitatively changed pure combat qi, Rowan's body also began to undergo a transformative change!

His bones made a crisp sound like the clinking of gold and jade, becoming denser and harder, faintly shimmering with a luster like jade and steel.

Muscle fibers were further condensed and reorganized, containing explosive power.

His mental power also skyrocketed and solidified, his perception range expanded, and his control over his own combat qi reached a brand-new realm.

As all the phenomena slowly subsided, the surging [Ice Flame] combat qi returned to the life seed.

The system notification appeared clearly:

[Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique Proficiency +1]

I can start grinding proficiency again!

Rowan exhaled deeply.

He opened his eyes.

In the depths of his amber eyes, a Flame Purple brilliance seemed to flash and vanish.

Peak Knight!

It's done!

With a thought, he looked at the panel in his mind:

[born succubus more children more blessings system]

[Name]: Rowan Flynn

[Age]: 22

[Current Qualified Partners (Score > 90)]:

Sylvia Latour (92 points)

[Current Number of Offspring]: 7

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[Inherent Class]: Succubus

[Inherent Skills]:

Charm lv3 (1766/10000)

Drain lv2 (3204/4000)

Remaining Free Attribute Points: 944

[Secondary Class]: Myriad Knight

[Class Skills]

Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique lv2 (8001/10000) (Peak Knight)

Current Traits: [Frost (Blue)], [Insight (Blue)], [Blood Rage (Blue)], [Shape-shifting (Blue)], [Wind Breath (Blue)], [Blazing (Blue)]

Winter Oath-Keeper Swordsmanship lv3 (856/5000)

Silent Pilgrimage Archery lv3 (1208/5000)

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Rowan's gaze lingered on the words "Peak Knight" for a moment, and an indescribable ripple spread across his heart.

A year ago, he was still a poor, helpless minor lord whose wife had just run away and whose life was precarious.

A year later, he had stepped into the realm of the Peak Knight that countless people dreamed of.

Of course, there was some insignificant help provided by the system.

But most crucial of all was the unremitting effort he had put in so far!

Now, he finally stood in this position.

A twenty-two-year-old Peak Knight would be considered exceptionally brilliant even among the long-standing great families in the heart of the Empire.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the mountain silhouettes in the distance that were gradually becoming clear in the morning light.

"Finally broke through to Peak Knight..."

He whispered to himself, his voice calm.

"It's also time... to head to Mist Whisper Town..."

Before he could finish speaking,

A pair of soft, boneless arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, warmly encircling his strong waist.

A sleepy murmur pressed against his back, her breath soft: "My Lord... Why aren't you sleeping so early in the morning? What are you muttering about here?"

A hint of crimson light flashed in Rowan's eyes.

He grabbed those snowy white wrists, picked her up horizontally, and threw her onto the bed...

The jade mountain collapsed, and the red waves of the quilt rolled...

The sound of hurried breathing gradually rose in the room...

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