Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 907

Chapter 907: Unveiling the sinister plot Chapter 907: Unveiling the sinister plot From MC’s Perspective: About 20 minutes later, as I meticulously sorted through the various storage rings, I finally noticed something that set off alarm bells.

Out of all the rings, one seemed different-its collection felt off in a way I couldn’t quite place.

The unease gnawed at me, and though the other rings appeared to be fine, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Erring on the side of caution, I decided to contact Teacher Lowell.

When the call connected, I wasted no time in sharing my concerns.

The moment the words left my mouth, I could sense the shock in Teacher Lowell’s silence.

His usually calm and composed demeanor faltered, and after a brief pause, he instructed me not to consume anything from the rings.

He insisted on coming over to inspect them himself, a clear sign that my suspicion had struck a nerve.

Hearing his response, a wave of relief washed over me.

With Teacher Lowell coming, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about the resources potentially being compromised.

However, a flicker of doubt lingered in my mind.

I had no idea which storage ring belonged to which family, and the thought unsettled me.

What if my suspicion was correct?

If any of the influential families had tampered with the rings, they were essentially poking a sleeping tiger.

And if the Federation Head-our ultimate authority-were to find out and become enraged, the consequences would be dire for those involved.

I pushed these thoughts aside as I waited for Teacher Lowell to arrive.

Thirty minutes later, Teacher Lowell finally arrived at my place, his presence commanding as always.

Without wasting a moment, he asked to see the storage rings.

I quickly laid them out on the table before him, all ten of them, each holding a wealth of resources that could significantly impact my future growth.

“Let me check.

Whether they’ve done anything wrong,” Lowell said, his voice measured as he picked up the first storage ring.

I sat across from him, trying to maintain my composure as I watched him work.

He inspected each ring with a practiced eye, his focus intense.

At first, everything seemed in order.

The collection in the first ring was perfectly fine, and I could see no sign of tampering.

He moved on to the next, and the next, and still, nothing seemed out of place.

About ten minutes later, he had nearly finished examining all of the rings.

Only the last one remained.

So far, he hadn’t found anything suspicious, and I could sense a shift in his demeanor-a subtle hint that perhaps he thought I was being overly cautious.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Doubt crept into my thoughts, and I began to question my own judgment.

After all, Teacher Lowell was a seasoned Silver Mark Warrior, with years of experience and a sharp intuition honed by countless encounters.

If anyone could detect something wrong, it would be him.

Maybe I had been too paranoid, too quick to assume the worst.

But then, Lowell picked up the last storage ring.

His expression remained unreadable as he began his final inspection, and despite my earlier doubts, a sliver of unease returned.

This was the moment of truth.

Lowell peered into the storage ring, observing the neatly arranged piles of resources within.

With the practiced ease of a seasoned warrior, he extended his mental power to inspect each item.

The lightning attribute stones, often prized for their raw elemental energy, seemed perfectly intact-nothing unusual there.

But as his mental power swept over the rows of pill boxes, his expression shifted.

Something felt off, an inexplicable sense of unease that gnawed at him.

He furrowed his brow in concentration, trying to pinpoint the source of his discomfort.

Deciding to take a closer look, Lowell carefully picked up one of the pill boxes and opened it, examining the pills one by one.

His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on a particular pill.

Recognition dawned almost immediately-it was a body-strengthening pill, a common tool among those who followed a path of body cultivation.

Such pills were essential for warriors who relied on their physical prowess, as they required external resources to bolster their strength and endurance.

These pills were widely available on the market, though their price fluctuated depending on their grade and efficacy.

However, as Lowell brought the pill closer to his nose, his expression darkened.

A sharp, acrid scent filled his nostrils, and his heart sank.

The pill’s quality was far below standard-practically a mockery of what it should be.

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning: this pill was not only subpar, it was dangerous.

Under no circumstances should anyone consume it, especially not Zack, who was on the verge of a critical breakthrough.

Across the table, I noticed the sudden change in Teacher Lowell’s demeanor.

His face, usually a mask of calm authority, now bore traces of anger and concern.

My pulse quickened as a sense of dread settled in my stomach.

“What happened, Teacher?” I asked, my voice tinged with apprehension.

“Wait a minute,” he responded tersely, his focus returning to the task at hand.

He carefully placed the offending pill back into its box before methodically checking the others.

As he opened each box, his expression grew more severe.

Although the other pills weren’t outright waste, they were not what they appeared to be either.

They were rare, obscure pills-items that had nearly vanished from the market.

A cold, murderous glint flashed in Lowell’s eyes as the realization sank in.

These were combination body-strengthening pills, a relic from a bygone era.

Their use had dwindled over the years due to their inherent risks.

The energy they provided was potent but volatile; without the correct combination pill to balance the effects, the energy could easily turn poisonous, wreaking havoc on the user’s body.

Such pills were still in circulation among families and organizations that clung to body cultivation traditions, but their rarity and the difficulty of crafting them made them a dangerous gamble.

The fact that they had ended up in Zack’s possession was deeply troubling.

This wasn’t just a simple oversight-there was a sinister intent behind it.

Someone had either been dangerously ignorant or deliberately malicious.

Lowell’s blood ran cold as the implications of this began to crystallize in his mind.

Was this a calculated move by one of the families, an attempt to sabotage Zack’s progress?

Or had they simply failed to secure the necessary combination pill, dooming Zack to a potentially lethal mistake?

The thought sent a chill down Lowell’s spine.

Whoever was responsible, they were playing with fire, and if this came to light, the wrath of the Federation Head would be swift and unforgiving.

If Zack hadn’t alerted him, the consequences could have been catastrophic.

These pills, while not immediately lethal, were far from harmless.

They were slow-acting poisons, designed to subtly erode a warrior’s progress over time.

The insidious nature of these pills meant that the damage wouldn’t be immediate or obvious, but it would be profound.

The toxins would gradually build up in Zack’s body, creeping into his system like a shadow.

Over time, this accumulation could create an almost imperceptible barrier, hindering his ability to break through to higher levels.

The most terrifying aspect was the potential for long-term damage.

If these toxins weren’t purged from Zack’s system, they could lead to the exhaustion of his innate potential-a death sentence for any aspiring warrior.

The path of cultivation is one of constant progress, and the loss of potential would effectively halt Zack’s journey, locking him in place, forever unable to reach the heights he was destined for.

Lowell shuddered at the thought of how close they had come to such a disastrous outcome.

Now that Lowell had uncovered this insidious plot, there was no way he would let the responsible family escape unscathed.

The audacity of their actions filled him with a cold, burning rage.

This wasn’t just a careless mistake; it was a deliberate attempt to sabotage Zack’s future.

Someone had tried to clip the wings of a rising star, and that was something Lowell would never forgive.

He would ensure that whoever was behind this paid dearly for their treachery.

Turning to Zack, Lowell’s expression was stern but reassuring.

“I’m going to take these storage rings to the Head’s office,” he said, his voice firm.

“I want to hear his opinion on this matter.

You stay here and wait for my return.” I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and unease.

I couldn’t be sure what Teacher Lowell had found, but his expression left little doubt that something was seriously wrong with the last storage ring.

The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, charged with the weight of unspoken threats and unresolved tension.

As Lowell gathered the storage rings and prepared to leave, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

The discovery of the tampered ring was like pulling on a thread, one that could unravel a much larger and more dangerous web of intrigue.

For now, all I could do was wait, my mind racing with questions and my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

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