In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
Winter passed and spring came. The thick accumulated snow melted into water, melted into the soil, and flowed into the low-lying rivers.
Around the castle, in the horse farm at the foot of the mountain, green grass sprouted one after another.
The tall deciduous trees also began to sprout green shoots.
Due to the cold weather, the commoners who had been cooped up in their houses for over two months began to walk out one after another.
The sun was not blazing hot, and the breeze that blew on their bodies still carried a slight chill. However, their faces were filled with radiant smiles.
They had finally made it through this damned winter. Finally, they did not have to frown miserably every day as their rations dwindled. They could finally plant rations again …
South of the castle, in the open field where Gray usually trained.
Facing the still slightly chilly wind, Gray stood in the open field and trained in the blood technique.
After more than two hours, he stopped training, sweating profusely. He let out a long breath, which turned into a wisp of white smoke and slowly dissipated.
Two months had passed, and the time he could persevere in training in the blood technique had increased once again. He was now able to complete the first training posture for the fifth time.
"Completing the first training posture for the fifth time in two months means that it will take me at least another six months to reach the level of a Ferocious Blood Warrior."
"This is all thanks to the Sidney family increasing their sales of blood fiends to the Fergus family. Now, I can consume blood fiends' blood once a week."
Gray thought to himself.
After reaching the level of an upper-level Blood Warrior, the speed at which his strength increased decreased once again. After all, as one's strength increased, it became harder to increase it.
"I only need eight months to raise my strength from an upper-level Blood Warrior to a Ferocious Blood Warrior. This speed is already not considered slow."
Although the speed had slowed down, Gray wasn't too dissatisfied with it.
He had asked Viscount Fergus some time ago. He had become an upper-level Blood Warrior at the age of twenty-seven, and a Ferocious Blood Warrior at the age of thirty-five. In other words, he had used a full eight years to advance from an upper-level Blood Warrior to a Ferocious Blood Warrior.
Compared to the viscount, his current speed of improvement was more than ten times faster. What was there to be dissatisfied with?
After taking a hot bath and changing into a new set of clothes, Gray felt much less fatigued from his cultivation.
"It's time to tell Viscount Fergus about my advancement to an upper-level Blood Warrior."
Gray walked towards Viscount Fergus's study.
Six months was equivalent to half a year. Although the bottleneck would be stagnant for a period of time, and this period would be slightly longer, it shouldn't be too long.
If he didn't tell Viscount Fergus that he was already an upper-level Bloodthirsty Warrior as soon as possible and let Viscount Fergus be mentally prepared, then his training might stop after six months.
Even if he had the ability to transform his body by consuming the blood of blood fiends, he would not be able to do anything without the blood of a higher grade.
As for obtaining it with his own ability, it was currently impossible.
With his current strength, it was already difficult for him to kill a murderous level blood fiend, let alone a mad level blood fiend that was stronger than a murderous level blood fiend.
As for buying it with money, where would the money come from?
Of course, the most important point was that even if he had the money, he might not be able to buy it.
For example, the amount of wind wolf blood that the Fergus family consumed every month was limited by the Sidney family. Without the corresponding channels, it was very difficult to buy it.
The reason why the Sidney family was able to supply it was because they had a hunting team that specialized in hunting blood fiends. They would enter the forest from time to time to hunt blood fiends.
Bang, bang, bang!
Gray walked to Viscount Fergus's study and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Viscount Fergus's steady voice sounded from inside. Gray pushed the door open and walked in.
"Gray, why are you here?"
Viscount Fergus smiled when he saw that it was Gray who had entered.
"Father, my strength has reached upper-level Blood Warrior!"
Since he had already decided, Gray didn't hesitate and spoke directly.
"What …?
Upper-level Blood Warrior?
Are you sure?! "
Hearing Gray's words, Viscount Fergus's expression froze for a moment. After a while, he frowned slightly and spoke with a doubtful tone.
With his understanding of Gray's character, he naturally knew that Gray wouldn't joke about this kind of matter. However, the shock of this news was too great and he couldn't believe it.
How long had it been since Gray became a middle-level Blood Warrior?
It had only been a little more than half a year. Now, Gray actually ran over to him and told him that he was already an upper-level Blood Warrior.
Didn't that mean that Gray had only used a little more than half a year to advance from a middle-level Blood Warrior to an upper-level Blood Warrior? Was this possible?
"There shouldn't be a mistake!"
Gray nodded and said.
"I can already persist to the fifth cycle of my blood technique practice."
"The fifth cycle?
You … come with me. "
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Viscount Fergus stood up and led Gray quickly to a house at the back of the castle. He pushed the door open and walked in.
What he saw was an empty room. There was only a weapon rack in the corner of the room. There were several ironwood weapons on the rack.
The floor of the house was paved with large pieces of green stone slabs. The stone used for the slabs was the same as the stone used for the battle platform in Sidney Castle. It was a stone material that was harder than steel.
Gray knew this place because this was where Viscount Fergus usually practiced.
Although blood techniques were useless if one didn't know the medicinal formula that matched the blood essence and implanted the corresponding bloodline, it was still a rare blood technique.
However, a blood technique that could reach the Berserk level was already very rare. It was best if it was not exposed. Therefore, Viscount Fergus usually cultivated in this sealed training room.
"Use the Power of Blood and display your fastest movement speed!"
Viscount Fergus looked at Gray and said with some expectation.
Although he was shocked when Gray said that he was already an upper blood warrior, he was very much looking forward to it. If Gray could really become an upper blood warrior from a middle blood warrior in just half a year, Gray's future potential would be unimaginable.
"Yes."
Gray nodded and poured the Power of Blood into his legs. His legs under his trousers suddenly swelled up and slightly propped up his trousers. Then, he suddenly flashed out.
"Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
His figure flashed rapidly in this cultivation room, appearing at the left side of the wall, the right side of the wall, the door, and the innermost side of the wall ….
Viscount Fergus's eyes followed Gray's movements. The look in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and even carried a blazing heat.
An upper blood warrior, definitely an upper blood warrior. Only an upper blood warrior could have such speed!
"Alright, that's enough!"
Viscount Fergus took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart. He looked at Gray, who had returned to his side, and said.
"Your strength is indeed that of an upper blood warrior!"
"Your talent has exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect that after you quickly rose from a lower blood warrior to a middle blood warrior, you also rose from a middle blood warrior to an upper blood warrior in a very short time."
Thinking of the time Gray took to rise from a lower blood warrior to a middle blood warrior, Viscount Fergus finally reluctantly accepted that Gray had risen to an upper blood warrior so quickly.
His expression was solemn as he said in a serious tone.
"However, I hope that you won't spread this news, not even to Bernal and the others. You should understand my intentions."
"Yes, father."
Gray nodded. Of course, he understood Viscount Fergus's intentions.