The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Quietness covered the inner castle. The atmosphere was smothering to the point that it made one unable to breath. Ezra Zephyr looked at Mirza Zephyr, who was seated beside him. The king's dominant face was lifeless and loaded up with powerlessness. Clearly, the occasions from those times had been an immense hit to him.  His child's spirit had been taken by his adversary right in front of him, destroying the former's foundation and he had been totally helpless  It was possible to envision what sort of embarrassment that had been for any father.

Ezra Zephyr bit into his lips. He understood his father's personality. In case it was not for securing the hundreds and millions of Red Wolf citizens' lives, almost certainly, he would have decided to go down along with Duke Brown Mane.

"So that is the reason my eight gates have never shown up, making it hard for me to begin cultivation. This Duke's way of handling enemies is really vicious."

Ezra Zephyr looked at the gradually wriggling heap of dim yellow thunderous light on his chest with outrage in his eyes.

Taking his spirit and destroying the foundations of his body had not been sufficient. The Duke even planned to kill him by leisurely compelling him to his demise through the Thunder Ophidian Curse.

With a full breath, Ezra Zephyr gradually pushed down the flooding rage in his heart. It felt as if his heart had been cut open by a sharp edge when he looked towards the pale face of the dozing Tania Inviactus by the side. He looked towards his father and asked.

"Father, what can be done for mother and... her remaining life span?"

Mirza Zephyr was quiet for some time before he slowly answered.

"In this world exists magical fortunes that can expand one's life. If we can get such a thing, we will be able to prolong your mother's life. But..."

When he arrived at this point, Mirza Zephyr bitterly smiled before saying.

"However, such enchanted treasures are very rare. I once utilized all the manpower of Bloodfang Kingdom to look but couldn't find any of such item. Our incredible kingdom is after all nothing compared to what it was before. Presently, we can just hide here. We scarcely have the ability to guard ourselves."

Ezra Zephyr's hand firmly clenched. At that moment, he at last understood the upsides of having power. On the off chance that he had power, he would have the strength to search even the most perilous prohibited grounds for those mysterious fortunes that could broaden one's life expectancy.

Nonetheless, the never showing eight gates of his body made it with the end goal that he didn't have the ability to protect himself.

Ezra Zephyr gritted his teeth and said in a soft tone.

"Father, am I really unable to become a cultivator?"

His mom had lost her qi and blood for his sake, decreasing her life span. As her child, how is it possible that he would calmly sit back and watch? Also, it may have been fine if he didn't know about everything the Brown Mane family had done to the Bloodfang Kingdom and himself. However, since he now knew, such a debt would not be written off so easily.

In any case, all of this could be made only if he had sufficient power

What's more, in this world, the group of individuals with the greatest power were Spirit Cultivators and Spirit Sorcerers

After hearing Ezra Zephyr's words, Mirza Zephyr profoundly grimaced, as if he was pondering something. An extended period of time later, he at long last answered in a delicate voice.

"Would you say you are really reluctant to give up?"

Ezra Zephyr nodded. Despite the fact that he had his fill of anguish and torment throughout the long term, it had likewise driven him to have a maturity and determination that rose above those at his age.

He realized that since the time the lionmen tribe revolted and took his spirit. it was basically impossible for the two of them to co-exist

The fact that the Bloodfang Kingdom was still alive today was all because of the vow that Duke Brown Mane had made back then. When the 50 years vow will over, it would not be difficult to imagine how quick the Brown Mane Empire would slaughter the Bloodfang Kingdom, preventing any future possible troubles. Consequently, to change such a result, he expected to have enough power.

Mirza Zephyr was somewhat delighted by the determination Ezra Zephyr had shown. Subsequent to being quiet for a while, he tapped Ezra's shoulder.

"Great! Unwilling to easily surrender. As expected of my child! Since you are willing, father will naturally do everything he can to help you!"

After hearing these words from Mirza Zephyr, Ezra's eyes immediately lit up, pleasantly amazed as he said.

"Father, is there a way?"

The King nodded. Before long, he sighed and said.

"You shouldn't celebrate too soon, in light of the fact, even I am unsure if this method will work."

"What method is it?"

The liveliness of youth was at last seen from Ezra Zephyr's impatient appearance.

"The worship alter of our god. This time, you will follow me to our sacred grounds."

Mirza Zephyr only chuckled and didn't explain further. Before long, he stopped before saying.

"But I have one condition for you."

"What condition?"

Ezra Zephyr was puzzled and asked in curiosity.

Mirza Zephyr harshly said.

"Whether or not you can open your gates, you have to start studying on spells. You should realize that if your eight gates are not opened, Sorcery will be the last way you can take. In case you can climb to the pinnacle of Sorcery and become a Sorcerer, it could be possible to suppress the Thunder Ophidian Curse in your body."

Cultivators were the most common power in this world. However, it was by all account not the only way. There was another path, one which is broader and deeper than Cultivation, the path of Sorcery.