Back in her room, Juliet sat cross-legged above her bed. Ocassional crackles of Lightning surrounded her body along with faint whispers of damned souls. Her eyebrows knitted, Juliet mumbled,

"Papa's cultivation method is gradually becoming harder to control as time passes by..."

The Blessing of the Lightning God was a cultivation method that suited anyone with the Longinus Clan Bloodline. However, it also required constant soul and blood sacrifices to appease the anguished souls hidden within the mantras and hymns inside the cultivation method.

Juliet sensed the bloodlust within her soul and it made her blood boil in lust. Her eyes flashed with a crimson light that desired for nothing but destruction and death. Taking a deep breath, Juliet blinked and the previous scene disappeared.

It was as if nothing even happened in the first place.

Standing up, Juliet swept her gaze across her room, and stared at the fittings on the wall. Positioned into an X, two ominous-looking daggers could be seen plastered on the wall. Biting her lower lip, Juliet suppressed her trembling body.

Juliet struck a bottleneck in her cultivation and upon months of trial and error. She realized that she needed a sacrifice. That's right, a blood and soul sacrifice. In other words, she needed to kill a human being to destroy her bottleneck and break through the next realm.

As someone of young age, Juliet liked the idea of life and how everything thrives in this world in a cycle. When she heard of her father's stories about how life can be so amazing. She became reluctant to kill or severely injure.

But when she remembered the pitiful scene of her previous subordinates and Rodger's confident smile, her blood would boil and her eyes would redden in anger and hatred. Walking towards the dual dagger fixed on the wall.

Juliet removed the daggers and observed it with her own eyes, tracing the delicate yet sharp blade of the dagger with her finger, feeling the roughness and flexibility of the body and the coarseness of the hilt. Juliet felt sense of admiration in her heart when she looked at the daggers.

It was as if a sense of resonance and deep seated connection linked her and these daggers.

Holding both of them in her hands, she swung both daggers in a horizontal strike as a sharp sound of wind being sliced apart rang out. Rotating her small figure, Juliet danced around with both daggers in hand, carving slices in the air and entering into a state of trance where only she and the daggers existed.

She kept dancing, prancing and rotating her body as beaded sweats formed on her forehead. Her figure started trembling from exhaustion yet her eyes glimmered in a lifeless light. It was as if her body entered a state of trance.

Unbeknownst to her, her cultivation base subconsciously rotated as a tempest of Spiritual Energy surrounded her body. In each time she swung her daggers, the tempest would strengthen and after an incense stick of time, her room looked wretched as if devastated by a typhoon.

Despite all of these destruction, Juliet remained in a trance and danced around with her daggers in hand. Although her knees were trembling like a sieve. Her movements looked fluid and unimpeded. Her figure swayed gracefully and her stone-faced, serious expression depicted a certain aesthetic style.

She kept going and going until the tempest that surrounded her body transformed into a tangible cyclone that destroyed her room as panicked maidservants ran around for help. Staring at the direction of Juliet's room. Their faces paled when they saw tornado that hovered above her room.

Some guards braced themselves and tried jumping into the tornado. But before they could even jump, the tornado would lash out at them in an invisible attack that rendered them unconscious.

Zieve who meditated inside his room knitted his eyebrows when he felt the commotion from the outside. historical

'Just what is going on? What's wrong with this earthquake, this has been going for so long already!'

He thought inside his mind and walked out of his secluded meditation in curiosity. Lifting his head to stare at the source of commotion. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the tornado that formed above Juliet's room.

"Juliet?! Did someone from the Imperial Clan attacked her? What gall!" Zieve unsheathed his sword and dashed at the tornado with his sword raised towards the skies. His cultivation base rotated to its maximum.

"Uggghhh..." Zieve grunted in pain, the winds of the tornado prickled his skin like needles. His robe was torn apart and his arms looked like a bloody sausage. Retreating away, he squinted his eyes and sighed in relief when he realized that it was just Juliet in the middle of comprehension.

However, it was too strange.

Normally, comprehending a Law or Art didn't look so flashy and earthshaking, yet Juliet's act of comprehending something was the opposite. Bandaging his wounds, Zieve hurriedly encircled the Dreamy House Pavilion in a concealing formation so that no one could take advantage of her enlightenment and attack her.

A cultivator in the midst of enlightenment or break through was at their most vulnerable state. A single lapse of concentration or distraction could spell energy deviation and the end of their cultivation path.

"Not everyone shall go within five hundred meters from that tornado..." Zieve swept his gaze towards the employees of the Dreamy House. Sheathing his sword, he glared at them and continued, "Those that dares to violate this order shall be given the death sentence!"

Zieve was someone that usually greeted anyone with a wide smile on his face. He often joked around and talked with his subordinates in an amiable way so seeing him act so aggravated and solemn made them scurry away in fear.

Staring at the tornado, numerous thoughts ran through Zieve's mind.

'Just what is she comprehending that it could cause something so earth shattering changes? That intent is as sharp as the sword intent yet it lacks the domineering style of the sword...'

Zieve ruminated over and observed the changes within Juliet's body, the knowledge inside his mind that he got from reading books out of boredom finally bore fruit.

"Comprehending the sword path usually creates a phenomenon that one would feel their eyes being prickled by sharp needles just by looking at it. The fact that I could casually stare at her like this without having my eyes bleed means that she's comprehending something else..." Zieve mumbled under his breath.

"The energy output is comparable to the Sword Intent yet its burst power transcends that of the sword. Could it be that she's comprehending the art of the bow?"

Zieve stared at Juliet once again, but apart from seeing her hold something that he couldn't make through the opacity of the tornado, he couldn't understand anything from the information given.

"Wait, wait wait. That posture, since both of her hands are clenched together around something. That only means that she's holding something one-handed. Apart from knives, what other weapons are there..." Zieve whispered into the air and at the end of his sentence. His eyes widened in shock and realization.

"Dagger Intent?!" Zieve couldn't help but shout his answer out. His facade wasn't able to suppress his delight and excitement, the Dagger Intent was one of the hardest Intent to acquire along with the Sword Intent at the hardest. It was at the third place with the Bow Intent at the second.

Dagger Intent contained the strongest burst power, yet it lacked the dominance of the Sword. As for the Bow, it had the strongest piercing power and falls short of the Dagger's burst power and the Sword's flexibility in battle.

"B-But... Just how did she comprehend something like that... As for what I know, only those trained as Assassins from childhood or those having intense hatred and fury within their hearts could possibly understand such a ruthless Intent."

Zieve commented with bated breath. The eyes that he used to look at Juliet, changed. Before, he looked at her like a prodigy but now he looked at her like a monster.

A multi-talented monster. Someone like her was an existence that garnered the envy of the Heavens...

Calming himself down, Zieve observed Juliet's comprehension of the Dagger Intent with expectations and excitement burning within his eyes.

At the highest mountain peak inside the Paradyne Academy. Mathias along with his daughter stared at the tornado forming inside the Entertainment Block with an amused expression on his face. Charlotte who stood beside him couldn't suppress the surprise and shock from showing on her face.

Several months of constant training transformed Charlotte from a naive young woman into a fine woman. Her figure looked even more gorgeous and beautiful. But this wasn't the factor that stood out the most. It was the change of temperament.

Back at the Great Wilderness of Torb. Charlotte still oozed with naivety and innocence, but after being personally trained by her father. Her sharp eyebrows now depicted a story of experience and solemnity. Her eyes looked sharp, as if she could cut through anyone's soul with a glare.

"How did she manage to comprehend something like the Dagger Intent? Even her Father still didn't manage to understand such a concept!" Charlotte honestly praised and Mathias lightly laughed.

"It's the difference of experience. Dan lived a life of debauchery back at the Empire of Dawn and never experienced the threat of starvation back in his earlier days, unlike Juliet who had such a harrowing experience..." His words made Charlotte tremble as she hurriedly regained her composure.

"But don't think that Juliet's experience was a tragedy. If not for what she went through when she was still a child, someone so monstrously talented like her couldn't possibly exist." Mathias glanced at Charlotte and the latter nodded her head in understanding.

"Her management and leadership skills along with the charisma oozing from her small frame were fruits of her past experiences. That's why you shouldn't take pity on her. Instead, you must admire her for the tenacity that she has. I bet, even her mother wasn't that strong when she was at the same age as Juliet..."

Mathias praised and Charlotte was astonished. Her father rarely praised anyone and even she only managed to have her father praise her a single time within the past several months of her training. Clenching her fists, a bitter sensation surged in her heart as complicated emotions such as jealousy and envy momentarily appeared on her face.

"Don't look so indignant, remember that a flower that could never bloom is useless. Dead geniuses are useless. We must hope that Juliet could survive the incoming the disaster that would arrive at her later..." Mathias smiled, his eyes seemed to pierce through the void as Charlotte's visage turned pale.

"What do you mean, Father? A disaster is about to strike Juliet? Why are we still standing here and not helping her?" Charlotte looked frantic and hurriedly readied herself to fly towards Juliet's direction as her father lifted a hand to stop her.

"Charlotte! Don't do anything rash! Remember that true geniuses are made from a baptism of blood from life and death battles. If Juliet never experiences true danger and desperation. There's no way that she could blossom into something that she deserves with her talent!"

Charlotte's movements lurched into a stop. Her father was right and she couldn't find anything to retort his words. Hanging her head low, she clenched her fists and stared at Juliet's Pavilion with teary eyes.

Mathias stared at her for a moment before shaking his head in disappointment, "She gained experience and overcame a baptism from life and death battles yet her temperament remains the same. It seems like I need to intensity my training program for her..." He thought in his mind.

The tornado within the Dreamy House Pavilion intensified as Juliet neared the road of no return in her comprehension!