Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 229: Basics of Cultivation

"You may addressas Professor Sylpha, just as my colleagues do," Professor Sylphania Jovienne Angélique

said, her voice like music drifting across the still air. "I am of the Fairy race. Sof you may knowalready,

but that does not matter here. In this academy, | am not a fairy before you... | am your professor. And | will not

discriminate among my cadets on any basis."

She allowed the silence to linger for a breath before continuing.

"Let us begin. Cultivation is a vast and endless subject. But for now, all you need are the foundations... how to

awaken, how to ascend, and how to take your first steps along this path. | will guide you through the essentials,

but you must study your textbooks afterward. Each of you has been given a copy in your dormitory."

She lifted the book in her hand, then set it down.

"Cultivation," she said, "is the art of improving health, lengthening life, and forging power. It is the awakening of

what sleeps within you. It is a discipline of body, mind, and soul. You will learn to draw energy into your body,

shape it into a core, and use it to temper your flesh, refine your spirit, and purify the energy itself."

Her eyes swept across the room.

"All beings begin as mortals. No matter how high they rise later, no matter their race or lineage... in Midgard, all

must begin at the mortal stage. A mortal is not defined by species, but by lack. By spiritual poverty. Mortals are

bound by nothing more than the physical and chemical laws of this world, blind to the higher laws of energy and

soul that weave the multiverse."

Her gaze sharpened.

"The difference begins with awakening. A dormant bloodline must be stirred awake... through potion or ritual.

That potion is exclusive to this academy, for it must be administered in conditions that only we can provide.

Every one of you will be given the chance to drink it in due time. Those of you already awakened will feel your

bloodline strengthened. Those still dormant will finally feel the fire of your heritage ignite."

The cadets were utterly silent, caught in her words.

"Awakening," she went on, "is Stage Zero’s end, the unlocking of a door long hidden within you. It is the spark

that lights your soul. Until then, you are bound—your potential sealed. With awakening, you step beyond mere

biology and step onto the true path."

Her lips curved into a faint smile.

"When your bloodline awakens, it is not a blank page. It stirs with affinity... the echo of your inherited power.

Affinity is the nature of your spiritual energy, the form your strength will most easily take. It shapes the

techniques you can master and the way your energy manifests. Common affinities include Fire, Water, Earth, Air,

Ice, Lightning, Light, and Shadow."

She paused, allowing the words to settle, then raised a finger in warning.

"Be wary of confusion. Affinity is not the sas elemental magic. Your affinity is raw... it is your nature. After

awakening, you may channel it in simple ways, but that is not magic. Elemental magic arises only once you form

your core in the Trial of Yggdrasil. There, the energy you draw in takes on the tint of your affinity. When

cultivated, shaped by your will, and released as a spell, that is true elemental magic."

Her gaze softened as she noticed the bewildered looks among the cadets.

"Do not be troubled if this seems abstract now," she said gently. "Understanding will cin time. For today,

remember only this: awakening is the spark, affinity is its colour, and cultivation is the path that carries you

forward."

Her tone grew firm again.

"There are nine known stages of cultivation. Stage Zero, the Mortal. Stage One, the Awakened. After the Trial of

Yggdrasil comes Stage Two, the Ascendant. Beyond that, Stage Three... the Saint. In this course, | will take you

through the path up to the Saint level. What lies beyond... will wait for another time."

She continued, her voice carrying the weight of inevitability.

"Now, we will discuss what comes next... the path of the Ascendant. This is Stage Two, where you cease to be

merely Awakened and begin your true transformation. Stage Two is not a single step, but five distinct levels of

mastery over self and energy. It is the journey of building your foundation. Remember this: a weak foundation

means a weak future. There are no shortcuts. You will face countless dangers and endure relentless labour to

forge a foundation strong enough to support your cultivation. Only then will your future path open."

She allowed her gaze to sweep across the silent hall before going on.

"The first level is the Core Ascendant. This is your first and most critical trial. You will enter the Trial of Yggdrasil.

Succeed, and you will form a Core within your lower abdomen. That Core is your furnace... your reservoir of

power. Its quality is revealed in its colour: Red, Yellow, Green, or Blue. This tier reflects its density, capacity, and

purity. A Red Core is fragile, leaky. A Blue Core is a stable, flawless reactor. The trial decides your starting point.

Mark this well: if you begin with Red, you must painstakingly refine it all the way to Blue before you can advance

securely."

Her expression hardened as she moved on.

"The second level is the Energy Ascendant. Once your Core is stable, you must learn to wield its power. For this,

you will journey to Molgrath, where the air thrums with rich spiritual energy. There, you will forge Spirit Veins...

the channels that carry energy from your Core throughout your body. These veins refine your physique, sharpen

your senses, and allow you to actively channel energy into techniques. Without Spirit Veins, you are a battery

with no wires. With them, you are a living circuit, complete and whole."

Her tone softened, but her eyes glinted with warning.

"The third level is the Soul Ascendant. Here, you turn inward. Power without control is chaos. You will refine your

soul... your will, your intent, your very consciousness. A strong soul grants mastery over your energy, shields you

from mental assault, and unveils the unseen truths of the world. A mighty body with a feeble soul is nothing but

a puppet, waiting for a stronger will to seize it."

She let the silence deepen before she spoke again.

"The fourth level is the Spirit Ascendant. At this stage, you refine the energy itself. You purify the spiritual current

within your veins, stripping away its impurities until every droplet is potent and pristine. A single spark of refined

energy from a Spirit Ascendant outweighs torrents of crude power from a Core Ascendant. Purity defines the true

force of every technique you will ever cast."

Her gaze sharpened, her voice ringing like tempered steel.

"The fifth and final level of Stage Two is Perfect Harmonisation. Here, you unite the four pillars of your being...

Core, Body and Spirit Veins, Soul, and Energy... into seamless resonance. When these aspects move as one, you

beccomplete. Perfect. It is this harmony that calls down the final trial: the Tribulation. A storm of heaven and

earth, a cataclysm that tests your very existence. Should you endure it, you are not merely advanced... you are

reborn. You beca Saint."

She looked to the cadets in the front row, her eyes like piercing stars.

"What does this mean? A Saint is no longer bound by flesh and spirit as you know them. Your body becomes a

vessel of conscious energy. The power you once struggled to channel flows as naturally as breath. You begin to

perceive the deeper laws... the flow of time, the weave of space, the song of energy itself. But understand this:

such beings cannot remain here."

She drew herself up, her voice a resonant chord that filled the theatre.

"Letbe clear. There are no Saints on Midgard."

Hearing this, many cadets glanced at one another with puzzled gazes, as though seeking reassurance that they

had heard correctly.

Professor Sylpha’s voice flowed on, calm yet unyielding.

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A weight seemed to press upon every cadet’s chest. The words lingered long after her voice fell silent.

At last, she gathered her book and her tab with unhurried grace. "That is all for today. Read your textbook to

deepen your understanding. Next class, we will examine each stage in detail."

She turned and walked out, the faint perfof night-blooming flowers trailed behind her, haunting the room

even after she had gone.