Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Sitting within the center of a budding flower, there was a man with handsome features beyond description. It could be said that Ryu was a man who was almost perfect in every regard, but compared to this Faerie King, he was several levels inferior, it was the to the point where Ryu could only be seen as substandard if they were placed in the same room.

Of course, this difference mostly stemmed from a gap in cultivation, but it was the truth theless.

The King of the Cultus Faeries was a man who shared similar looks to his daughter. He had flowing golden hair that reminded one of the nectar of the Gods and two ruby eyes that dazzled and dazed. His features were sharp and his beard was meticulously kempt to the point where not a single strand seemed to be out of place. All of his hair curled the same and followed a perfect flowing gradient.

His skin was without blemish, so clear that it radiated a natural light all to its own. And, as though this wasn't enough already, his body gave off a refreshing scent even more intoxicating than the smells of Ryu's current Ice Jade Crystal Body.

The Faerie King wore elaborate robes. But, it was hard to tell if they were constructed with true lines of fabric. They held an ethereal character that made the strands of clothing seem to resemble the lights of twinkling stars rather than a mesh woven by a Spiritual Seamstress.

At this moment, the Faerie King was in silent meditation. However, the commotion of his abode couldn't have been missed by him. With his level of strength, there was hardly an inch of his lands that wasn't always in his purview.

As expected, several burst into his room of meditation, causing the Faerie King to awaken and shake his head. He was a King, a mighty existence in both status and power, yet others could just barge into his quarters like this. It was truly laughable.

Of course, a majority of the reason this was possible was due to the construction of the Cultus Faerie World. Though this was a Palace, the design was quite open concept.

It floated amidst the clouds and didn't even have a roof to speak of. Let alone barging into his room, anyone could see what he was doing simply by flying over the Palace, not that many dared to do this…

Likewise, not many dared to enter his living quarters so freely either.

The count that barged in slowly grew to a few dozen. However, the Faerie King recognized each and every one of them.

His seventh son, eleventh son… third daughter, seventh daughter… his ninth concubine, his third wife…

Each and every one was a family member and each was gorgeous beyond compare. But, at this moment, they were all frothing at the mouth like a pack of rabid dogs. It felt as though they would all implode at any moment unless they got to say what they wanted to say.

To make matters worse, unlike their properly dressed father and husband, these Faeries all hardly wore any clothing. It was quite the sight to see them in such a state, pushing against one another as though vying for position. Each and every one of them wanted to be the first to speak and didn't mind elbowing a few exposed breasts and groins to get their way.

Of course, this was simply the way of the Faeries. There wasn't an ounce of sexual tension in their actions. They really did look like any other normal family who just happened to be at each other's throats... Didn't Ryu also find Ailsa completely naked initially?

"Alright, alright." The Faerie King placed a palm against his forehead, shaking his head. Each one of them was millions of years old at the youngest, was there a need to act like children? "Just tell me, what is it that you have to say?"

"Father!" The Faerie King's eleventh son finally managed to barge his way to the front of the group. "Littlest Sister! We have news of Littlest Sister!"

The Faerie King, who had been nonchalant this whole time, suddenly froze. He slowly moved his palm from his forehead, his gaze sharpening as he looked toward the small crowd of his family members.

At that moment, the jostling for position came to a grinding halt. The aura around the Faerie King had changed abruptly. From a carefree existence, he suddenly became a towering existence that seemed capable of even dwarfing Shrine Mountain.

A palpable innate suppression suddenly took hold.

They weren't reminded of it often, but sometimes the Faerie King's family would forget that their father and husband was no ordinary man.

The Faeries were split into three major rankings. The Lowest Echelon Faeries that included Elemental Faeries and mix-blood pixies. The Middle Echelon Faeries that included the unspecialized Battle Faeries which received the blessings of the Martial World's Essence. And finally, there was the Highest Echelon, the true Faerie Deities that stood above all others.

This Echelon included Ficia Faeries – the remarkable healers and breathers of life – the Quibus Faeries – the harbingers of the dead and the reapers of death – and finally, the Cultus Faeries – the nurturers and the sustainers of the Martial World's enigmatic cycle.

This Highest Echelon had just three Kings, three Faerie Kings that stood above all others, three men and women that ruled the Faerie world with their might.

And this was one of them, Elafaren Cultus. He was a the greatest Cultus Faerie of his generation, a man responsible for countless impossible deeds passed down through the millennia. It was impossible to recount his valor in just a few words, to encapsulate his legend in just a few breaths.

If one had to say just a small bit, to capture just an inferior portion of this man's grandeur, one only had to say a single thing: The balance of the Faerie Plane as the Martial World had come to know it… Was precisely the result of this man's efforts.

"Where is my daughter?"

His words practically came out in a growl.