Chapter 71: Chapter 71

A few minutes later, Sokram and his family, alongside his Master, arrived back at his estate.

Sokram glanced at his Master, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

He understood her intentions clearly: if she hadn’t intervened, the Armfrosts would have continued their probing until they inevitably unearthed the secrets Sokram and his family held.

Such a situation could easily escalate into a larger confrontation, one that would undeniably weaken Eversnow.

And with the Armfrosts being followers of Mentyr, the Lady of unspoken secrets, Knower of the Unknown, it would only have been a matter of time before the knowledge of Chaos Energy cultivation fell into their hands as well.

Sokram sank into the comfort of the living room couch.

His mothers, sister, and grandmothers settled around him, discussing the recent events.

The warmth of his home and their lively chat was a balm to his soul. Despite the worries that plagued them, Leona's gift meant his plans would move forward sooner rather than later.

“You could’ve given me a heads-up, Master. That was quite the fright,” Sokram remarked, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. His voice silenced the others.

Leona grinned back, a playful glint in her eye.

“Well, I was curious to see how you would act caught off-guard. Color me impressed, kiddo.” She punctuated her words with a wink.

Margiory, however, frowned slightly. “You were supposed to keep his secrets.”

Leona nodded, acknowledging her worries. “True, and neither I nor my wife broke any Oaths.

But once they saw my cultivation spiking, and then Cecille’s and our girls' cultivations growing exponentially, it became inevitable.

Then came your cultivations resetting repeatedly over a span shorter than ten years… They started connecting the dots.”

Leona's gaze met Margiory’s, unapologetic. “You should protect his secrets better, too.”

“Sigh…” Sokram scratched the back of his head.

He had already anticipated that their rapid growth in power would attract unwelcome attention from those around them.

This was another reason Sokram had developed the cultivation methods for the other fused energies; even though he didn't teach Leona, they would serve as a temporary decoy, a less sensitive explanation for the surge in power.

“Well, it will be better for Eversnow if at least the founding families can benefit from this knowledge. Should we hold an auction? Nah, it’s better to wait for the bears to seek the honey.” Sokram mused aloud, his gaze settling on his family members.

Hannah nodded in agreement. “Wise. There’s no need to seek them out. Because they will definitely connect this discovery to me rather than you.”

Sokram knew this to be true, and a wave of guilt washed over him. “Sorry, Nana, for making you bear so many of our burdens. I promise, one day, I’ll find a safe way for you to cultivate Chaos Energy too.”

Hannah’s expression softened, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes.

She approached him and gently ran her hand through his hair, meeting his gaze with warmth.

“I’m happy to be the one you count on, darling. Just focus on getting strong first, alright? Besides, I still have at least another five thousand years of youth, even if I stagnate, we have time.”

Sokram nodded, but Hannah could see clearly that he wasn’t entirely satisfied with that answer.

Not just her, but all of them knew that once Sokram set his mind to something, he would inevitably find a way to achieve it.

Besides, this understanding was also a driving force behind Margiory and Brunhild’s avid cultivation; they didn’t want to continue relying solely on Hannah, Miralyn, and Alain for the family’s protection.

The week passed in a blur of strategy.

Sokram’s deal with Figos and Oliver began to bear fruit, and its success was significantly amplified after his public announcement as Lady Androny’s successor.

Sokram was still adjusting to the level of attention he now received in Eversnow.

In his previous timeline, the fame he had acquired only came after he was well over a hundred years old, and it was a reputation born of fear rather than admiration.

Now, wherever he went, he could feel the weight of people’s gazes upon him, carrying a mix of curiosity, awe, and unspoken expectations.

His deal with the Goldenmane and Greyfur clans also progressed smoothly.

Each of their family heads formally requested that Sokram provide them with a demonstration of the guided cultivation techniques tailored for tamed beasts.

They agreed to hold the demonstration at the South Gates Stable.

Sokram, however, was caught completely by surprise when they arrived, not just with their elders and retinue, but with their personal mounts.

The crisp morning air at the South Gate was thick with the scent of straw, beast sweat, and distant forge smoke.

Even the wind carried the charged tension of powerhouses gathered to judge a teenager’s promise.

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Lazar, the Goldenmane family’s leader and a Tier 10 Exalted powerhouse, stood apart even among Lion-kin.

His cropped mane and shaved sides gave him a sleek, soldierly edge, framing a powerfully muscular physique that stood around 2 meters tall, the average stature among Lion-kin males.

Were it not for his piercing, feral amber eyes and the sharp fangs that flashed whenever he smiled, it would have been easy to mistake him for a human.

The leader of the Greyfur clan was Kanami, a Tier 10 Exalted powerhouse in her own right.

She possessed striking dark gray hair that cascaded down her back, matching perfectly her grey-furred ears and tail. Her sharp silver-gray eyes shifted around, studying every shadow, calculating, predatory, and intelligent.

Her build was lean and athletic, standing around 1.8 meters tall.

Both leaders were accompanied by a group of their most trusted elders, as well as Kayn, the Grey Fang, and Nirmal.

Nirmal, following his older brother’s implicit instructions, had brought a Hulking Mare, a type of horse primarily bred and used by the Lion-kin tribe and their military forces.

The Mare’s white hide gleamed like fresh snow under the sun, her vermilion eyes burning with an intelligence that bordered on human.

When she snorted, the air carried the scent of smoldering embers and wild oats.

It stood around 1.8 meters tall at the shoulder and roughly 2.1 meters long, with an incredibly broad chest and wide hindquarters.

Its body was a testament to raw power, rippling with muscle, especially in its powerful legs.

Its mane, forelocks, and tail were a deep, dark red, indicating the Mare was at the Uncommon Level of Existence.

The intense flow of energy around it made it clear it was a Tier 5 beast, strongly oriented towards the fire element.

The wolves had also presented a challenge, bringing a Dire Wolf.

This magnificent beast had not only awakened its main element but was a dual-elemental creature, wielding both Wind and Water and possessing the rare ability to convert them into Ice.

Its body was around 1.6 meters tall and approximately 1.8 meters long, equipped with formidable saber-like fangs. Its intelligence was striking, comparable to that of a five-year-old human child.

But what truly made Sokram raise an eyebrow was the unusual color of the wolf’s fur, a striking bluish-grey.

And when Sokram looked at the Dire Wolf, it stared back, purposefully holding his gaze.

Sokram even suspected he saw the resemblance of a challenging smirk on its lupine face.

An expression that amplified its inherent alpha presence.

When they arrived, Lazar and Kanami, trailed closely by Kayn and Nirmal, proceeded to formally greet Hannah and Margiory.

Meanwhile, Sokram and Oliver set about clearing the small paddock designated for the demonstration.

Although Sokram had anticipated them bringing their own mounts, he hadn’t expected them to arrive with their personal, high-tiered companions quite so… suddenly.

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Looking from afar, he could see the elders of both families observing the stable, their gazes lingering on the loose boards and weathered structure, clearly judging its precarious state.

A detail that didn't escape Oliver either.

But he could only lower his head, though his jaw clenched, his gaze shifted from them, focusing on his work.

After quickly clearing the paddock, Sokram stepped forward to formally greet the two influential family leaders.

“This young dragon of the Dracnakrid, Androny, and Dracony families, greets the Gray Alpha, the Maneless Ripper, and their esteemed families.”

They all acknowledged his greeting by knocking their fists against their hearts in return.

Kanami was the first to address him directly. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing my personal mount to test your technique, young dragon.”

When she emphasized 'personal mount,' Sokram realized the full extent of their test.

They were pushing him to the very limit of his promised abilities.

If his technique caused any harm or discomfort to her beloved Dire Wolf, he knew the price he would have to pay would be steep indeed.

But Sokram remained outwardly unperturbed.

“I’m honored you trust me so much, Alpha Greyfur,” he replied with a simple, polite smile, his internal composure unwavering.

Then, indicating the Hulking Mare with a subtle gesture, he was about to pose a similar question to Lazar, but the Lion-kin leader spoke first.

“Yes, that is also my main mount.”

“I see,” Sokram maintained his calm smile, consciously controlling his heart rate and breath, to prevent any hint of surprise or irritation from showing.

He couldn’t help feeling a slight sting of insult after offering them genuine sincerity, only to be met with such a pointed test.

Their distrust was a blade at his throat.

But blades could be turned, and Sokram had mastered parries.

Yet, he forced himself to view the situation from their perspective: Powerful leaders cautiously evaluating a potential new advantage, especially one offered by someone so young.

This perspective helped him regain his composure with ease.

He would likely have done the same, perhaps even worse, in their position.

Regaining his collected demeanor, Sokram asked, “So, who wants to go first?”

The two family heads exchanged glances.

Lazar nodded towards Kanami. “Well, ladies first.”

Kanami’s eyes immediately narrowed, staring daggers at Lazar.

Kanami’s tail bristled, her gray fur standing on end like a storm cloud. "Chivalry, really?" she scoffed.

Her lip curled, revealing a flash of fang. "I am no damsel to be coddled," she snapped.

Sokram watched the scene with a raised brow.

'Courtesy to a wolf, especially their Alpha? Is he provoking her on purpose, or is it an inside joke between them?'

“Calm down, Kanami,” Lazar said, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness, though a spark of amusement danced in his eyes.

“I was just trying to be polite, but since you don’t know how to take courtesy, my Mare will go first.”

But as Lazar finished speaking, he failed to completely conceal a brief, knowing grin.

Because, contrary to Sokram’s initial thought, Lazar had brought his personal Mare not solely as a test, but as a genuine sign of trust, mainly due to Leona’s strong personal vouching for Sokram.

Lazar stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of deep affection as he looked at the Mare.

“Young dragon, little Leona vouched for you and your techniques, and since Kanami allowed me to go first, please treat that Mare with care. She was born to my previous Mare, which was also born to the one before her. I’m tired of saying goodbye to such loyal steeds.”

Lazar’s tone was trusty and undisguised. Open even.

It was easy to see, simply from the gentle way he caressed the Mare’s neck as he walked towards the paddock, how much he cared for her.

“What is her name?” Sokram asked, his voice soft.

“Fira, in homage to the Mystic of the First Fire,” Lazar replied with pride, continuing to stroke Fira’s neck.

“The first nymph, hm?” Sokram nodded, recalling the ancient tales of creation, "Fira, Natura's firstborn, with Magnus, the Original Dragon, firstborn of Nhiria."

With each step, the tension in his shoulders eased by increments.

The Mare’s fiery aura licked at his skin, yet he moved deliberately, letting instinct guide him until his breath matched hers.

Fira’s hooves struck the packed earth like hammer blows, her breath a rhythmic hiss of steam.

Lazar began to issue a warning, “Be careful, she is quite wary of...”

But before he could finish, Sokram had already reached the Mare.

Gently, he extended a hand and placed his forehead against Fira’s; his palm met her neck.

The heat of her fire-imbued blood seeped into his skin through the soft texture of her hide.

For a moment, the paddock fell silent, just the crackle from the intense heat radiating from Fira's hooves impacting the straw, and the hiss of her breath fogging the crisp morning air.

“Good girl,” Sokram murmured softly.

As he made contact, he subtly used his Elemental Control ability, emitting a level of heat precisely matching the Mare’s body temperature.

He knew his touch, naturally cooler than her fire-aligned form, would feel cold and jarring.

This discomfort could easily make Fira wary, even hostile, of his presence. Lazar, witnessing this seemingly effortless connection, was visibly impressed and slightly taken aback.