This is a task I have chosen for you.

In a secluded indoor hot spring, the dim lighting from lamps mounted on the surrounding pillars cast soft shadows across the room.

The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, and the steam rising from the hot water created an ethereal atmosphere.

Only the shadow of a man bathing was visible at first, his figure outlined by the flickering light.

Splash! Splash!

Another figure entered the hot spring area. The man in the spring spoke first, his voice deep and resonant.

"So, are you done with completing your Tir na Nog report, little brother?" he asked, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying authority.

The newcomer, stepped forward.

"So, tell me what you were joking about having met your brother in Tir na Nog, Azael!" the man continued, his smile becoming slightly visible as his face was partially revealed.

He appeared to be around 32 years old, with sharp features, dark hair slicked back, and intense, piercing eyes.

His build was muscular, and a certain regal air surrounded him, indicating his high status.

"I wasn't joking. I'm serious, big brother Pyro," Azael responded, his voice steady.

"He is definitely Father and Second Mother's child, and Kairos confirmed it."

Hearing this, Pyro's mood shifted drastically.

His expression hardened, and his mana surged uncontrollably. The water in the hot spring began to boil, the heat intensifying as Pyro's emotions took hold.

"What on earth are you telling me, Azael?" Pyro's voice was filled with a mix of shock and anger, his energy causing the very air around him to tremble.

Azael remained calm.

"Brother, calm down. The boy is fine and happy," he reassured him.

"His name is Oasis, and he's incredibly strong for his age," Azael continued.

Pyro's fury turned to contemplation as he absorbed this information.

"Then why are you still here? Go and bring him back home!" Pyro demanded, his voice booming, the water continuing to roil under his unleashed mana.

Azael explained everything in detail, his encounter with Oasis, and that he had kept his existence a secret from the elders of the Phoenix Peak and their leader.

He even ensured that Aya, did the same.

"Oh, I see," Pyro said, calming down as he processed the information.

The oppressive energy around him dissipated, and the water in the hot spring settled.

"I understand. It's better that way. Let him grow stronger there," Pyro concluded.

"And since you said he gave you a drop of his blood essence and spiritual essence, we can create his soul lamp in my room."

Soul Lamp is an artifact tied to an individual's life force. It is created using a drop of the person's blood essence and spiritual essence.

The lamp serves as a lifeline indicator; as long as the flame burns brightly, the person is alive and well.

If the flame flickers or dims, it means the person is in danger or seriously injured.

If the flame extinguishes, it signifies that the person has died.

Additionally, the soul lamp can reveal the identity of the person who killed the lamp's owner, making it a powerful tool for protection and retribution.

"With this, we can at least see if he's still alive, and if he gets killed, we'll know who did it."

"We'll annihilate their entire bloodline and their friends," Pyro said with cold determination.

Back at Lunaris Sect: Bluefang Garden

In the Bluefang Garden within the Lunaris Sect, Oasis was deeply immersed in his training.

The air was thick with the sound of his swift movements his kicks and punches cutting through the atmosphere with such force that they produced audible whooshes.

Sough! Sough! Sough!

Each strike was powerful, and as he continued, his energy began to rise, manifesting as a visible aura of blue-cyan energy that radiated around him.

Oasis was wearing his new Lunaris Sect uniform, though he had set aside the cloak for this intense session.

The uniform, in black and white, clung to his body as his muscles flexed with every powerful movement.

As Oasis's training progressed, the temperature in the training yard rose sharply, ripples of heat distorting the air around him.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Sect Leader Conri entered the garden, feeling the intense heat as he approached Oasis's training yard.

He watched in silent awe as Oasis continued his training, his strikes becoming faster and more precise, the raw energy radiating from his body causing the ground beneath him to tremble slightly.

"What a pure energy of mana how can he unleash that at this age?" Conri thought, watching the boy with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

He observed silently, noting that Oasis wasn't even consciously releasing this energy; it was simply a byproduct of his every strike.

Conri stood there, quietly watching as Oasis pushed himself harder and harder, his face showing a rare smile of approval.

After some time, Oasis finally concluded his training, taking in a deep breath as the intense heat around him began to dissipate.

Phewww

Oasis exhaled, feeling the cool air flood his lungs, refreshing him after the exhausting session.

!!!

Suddenly, Oasis noticed Conri's presence.

"Greetings, Sect Leader," he said, bowing respectfully.

"I couldn't even tell he was around," Oasis thought, amazed. "And he bypassed my array. Oh, since this was his garden, he must have access here."

"I see you are working hard," Conri said, his voice warm with approval.

"Actually, I'm here to deliver this to you," Conri continued, handing Oasis a wooden scroll. The scroll bore intricate writings and a wax seal.

"This is a task I have chosen for you. The details are inside. I've also assigned a mission for Zane elsewhere," Conri explained.

Oasis nodded, accepting the scroll with another bow.

"When you complete it, report to the Task Pavilion to receive your reward. Prepare yourself," Conri said as he turned to leave the garden.

Oasis immediately unrolled the scroll and began reading the mission details.

The task assigned to Oasis was to investigate the slave market and the smuggling of children reported in a small town near Lunaris.

The town, located at the edge of Verdantia, was said to be neutral and not under the control of any family or sect, making it a perfect hideout for illicit activities.