Faint golden radiance emanated from the corpses of the dead Bloodthirsty Loaches, only to be swallowed by other Bloodthirsty Loaches that hadn't managed to feed on the blood earlier. This cycle repeated until the next Bloodthirsty Loach died in turn.
Leilin watched this scene with a blank expression. After three full cycles, the Bloodthirsty Loaches that absorbed the bloodline could finally survive for a period without dying immediately, and the golden bloodline within them appeared more restrained—simple and unadorned.
"It seems I can proceed…" A look of joy suddenly surfaced on Leilin's face.
As long as this step succeeded, there would be hope for reactivating the Son of the Sun's bloodline.
"Maintain this process. Confirm daily that the cultivation pool contains no fewer than twenty Bloodthirsty Loaches!" Leilin issued his orders to the laboratory's array spirit.
After watching for a while longer and knowing this process would take a long time, Leilin left the laboratory and returned to the castle.
Nowadays, he had many affairs to attend to each day. While somewhat tedious, it was the best way to establish his authority.
Although the students and clan members who had previously sheltered under the Morning Star Warlocks all hoped Leilin would set out immediately to rescue their teacher and patriarch, they absolutely dared not show it openly.
Moreover, regarding Leilin's demands, none of them dared to disobey. They all did their utmost to carry out his orders—even when Leilin cleaned out the entire stockpile of Astral Stones in one go, no one said a word.
One had to admit, these Warlocks were quite capable when it came to reading the situation.
Since that was the case, Leilin couldn't be bothered to fuss over trivial matters with them. Besides, with his current strength, he still couldn't confront Jupiter's Thunder or the Brilliant Moon Wizards. He would need to rescue the Grand Dukes first to bolster their forces.
However, the timing had to be his decision.
This wasn't just about seizing full control of the Ouroboros Ring—it was about avoiding the mastermind's trap. If three Morning Star Warlocks could fall, adding one more Leilin wouldn't make much difference.
Leilin was very clear about this, which was why he didn't dare act rashly under the current circumstances.
"Your Grace, a woman claiming to be a witch from Blue Mountain City has come to pay her respects, and furthermore…"
Faisaer bowed his body, his face devoid of its former spirited bearing, showing only absolute humility. Ever since the day Leilin had emerged from seclusion, he had maintained this posture. He had even been the first to pledge his allegiance, which compelled Leilin to place greater trust in him.
"And furthermore what?" Seeing Faisaer's confused expression, Leilin couldn't help finding it somewhat amusing.
"And furthermore, she says… she has come to build a Wizard Tower for Your Grace…" Blue Mountain City had been an enemy of the Ouroboros Ring, yet now they were eagerly coming to curry favor with Leilin. Even for Faisaer, who had lived over six hundred years, this was a rare sight, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
"In that case, I won't need to see her. Select a suitable location at headquarters for me—my Wizard Tower will stand there!"
This had already been agreed upon with the Blue Mountain King. Now it was simply a matter of fulfilling the arrangement, so Leilin didn't think much of it and waved his hand to dismiss Faisaer.
The reason he hadn't built the Wizard Tower at headquarters before was the fear of being conscripted into labor. But times had changed—now it was he who could conscript others, and no one would dare offend him. Naturally, Leilin chose to site his Wizard Tower at headquarters.
"What's the matter?" Seeing Faisaer standing in place with an unsettled expression, Leilin asked lightly.
Though only a few simple words, they caused cold sweat to stream down Faisaer's face. Leilin was no longer the marquess who had once been under his implicit oversight—he was now the Supreme Elder! The highest leader of the entire Ouroboros Ring! A Morning Star Warlock!
Each title bore down on Faisaer like a mountain, and when all three were concentrated on a single person, that was someone he had no choice but to look up to.
"Your Grace, in truth, our family, as well as the Dozer family, the Orke family, and others, could all contribute funds toward the construction of Your Grace's Wizard Tower…"
Faisaer gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
In his view, Leilin accepting gifts from outsiders was a very dangerous signal—it represented a loss of trust in them, the established bloodline nobles. This was something they absolutely could not accept.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling some resentment toward his allies. While rescuing the Grand Dukes was indeed important, they shouldn't have been so hasty. Now they had reaped the consequences.
Faisaer couldn't help feeling envious of the Blood Serpent family. As long as Furui was still around, Leilin's relationship with them would be unbreakable. Recently, there were even rumors that Leilin would have one of his children inherit the Blood Serpent Marquess title, which immediately made many bloodline families jealous.
A Morning Star Warlock's bloodline! And one passed down from someone as exceptionally talented as Leilin, whose bloodline purity was surely incomparable—it was something many bloodline families wouldn't even dare dream of. Yet the Blood Serpent family had obtained it so easily.
It seemed that in the coming centuries, the Blood Serpent family would surely rise. Of course, under the leadership of the Farell family.
With these thoughts, Faisaer's heart let out a quiet sigh, even as he tried to think hard about whether there was a female Warlock in his own family similar to Furui.