Chapter 1168 Why didna??t I think of thata?|? 1168 Why didn't I think of that...? "Absolute Freeze." Inside a certain mansion, a woman with pale white skin, long bluish white hair, crystal blue eyes, an Ice Crown on her head, cold pinkish lips, wearing a bluish-white gown stood inside the training ground. Her long ears gave the woman a unique charm, raising her beauty to another level. Her body was modest, she had an hourglass physique that was well-maintained, her skin was pale, and honestly, the elf was drop-dead gorgeous, surpassing all standards of beauty even when compared to other elves, one of the most beautiful races in the entire Yrniel. Right now, however, the woman's beauty was compromised by her extremely tired-looking face, she looked at the ground as everything around her started freezing slowly because of the spell she cast, she however, was not satisfied by the speed at which everything was happening. Normally, she would have injected more of her Mana to try and strengthen her spell, right now, however, she didn't have a single shred of Mana left, honestly, the fact that she was even standing when her Mana was completely dried out was a surprise as well. "This won't do..." The woman spoke as she took out a Mana Potion from her Storage ring, however, before she could drink it, the Potion disappeared. "That is enough." A voice full of authority was heard. The woman slowly turned towards the voice and with her tired eyes, she greeted, "Mother." Even if she hadn't said those words, just a single look was enough to tell that the woman who had just appeared was related to the tired woman because of how similar the two looked. The woman who just appeared had a similar, pale white skin, bluish-white hair, blue eyes, long ears, and a crown on her head, the only thing that differentiated the two was the latter had a mature charm around her. Her body was more plump, a different elegance, a charm, a look that could bring any man to his knees, one could say that she had a motherly charm that her daughter didn't. "You need to take a rest, Ariana." Lyriana, the Elf Queen spoke with a solemn look on her face. "If you continue what you are doing, you will never improve," Lyriana warned. "Then what am I supposed to do? Continue losing?" Ariana questioned back. Her eyes were filled with objection and anger, this anger, however, was not directed at her mother. It was directed at herself. Ariana was the Elven Hero, ever since she was a child, she was regarded as a genius and even entered the Ancestral Order because they saw her talent. Not only that, even inside the Ancestral Order, where the greatest prodigies gathered, Ariana was one of the strongest with rarely anyone being able to match her. She was strong and continued to get stronger as more and more time passed. Now, however, she faced a problem. After becoming a Semi Saint, she realized that everyone around her was... as talented as her if not more. She, who was hailed as a genius, had now turned into an Average Cultivator compared to other Complete Semi Saints. She was lagging behind. The other Heroes continued to win more and more battles, she, however, failed every time she challenged a slightly decent Semi Saint and this haunted her. To deal with that, she even tried learning her mother's strongest spells, after all, Lyriana may not be a Complete Cultivator, but she was an exceptional Mana Cultivator who was much stronger than her peers. Her spells were stronger than normal Ice Spells known in the world, however, the stronger they were, the harder it was for Ariana to master them. "You will not be able to raise your mastery level of my spells if you simply cast it again and again, you need to comprehend those behind those spells, you need to study them carefully and turn them into your personal spells. You need to give your spells your own identity because if you try to simply copy my spells, it would only be that, a copy. You would never reach a satisfactory level that way." Lyriana tried to explain. "It is a long process, you cannot rush it. You need to take things slowly." As a mother, she completely understood what her daughter was going through, she had just suffered her 5th Consecutive defeat in her recent Battle. She had also noticed her daughter had become a target of many people's ridicule. 'Hero my ass! She is just a loser.' 'The only thing she is good at is bulling incomplete cultivators, now that she is facing cultivators who are on the same stage as her, she is being defeated again and again. Heh, as you would expect from someone who always sought out an easy way out.' Lyriana still remembered everything the people said as her daughter lay on the ground, hearing all these words as she experienced another defeat. As a Divine Stage Cultivator, Lyriana, of course, could tell what the problem was, it wasn't that Ariana was weak, the girl was simply pressured because the people around her were doing well. Yes, her progress was slow, however, this didn't mean she wasn't improving, she even defeated the opponents who defeated her 30-40 years ago, it was a clear indication that she was obviously better than other cultivators. Ups and downs like these were common on the road of cultivation, Ariana, however, does not understand that. Honestly, Lyriana preferred Ariana challenged weaker opponents and win against them to feel better than mentally torture herself by losing again and again. "And what am I supposed to do till then?" Ariana questioned. "Mother, I need to get stronger, I represent the entire Elven Race, you have worked so hard to get where you are, you are even compared to the Dragon Lord and the Vampire King, you made it such that people do not look at Elves as just some race known for its beauty, you showed the world what our race is capable of. I, however, am wasting all your efforts. Let alone being the strongest, I am actually becoming the weakest one. Amongst the Seven Heroes, the only one I can defeat is Balin, the Dwarven Hero. He is not even supposed to participate in the battle, the dwarves' main focus has always been construction, It is not wrong to say I am the weakest hero there is. I am stain, to the elves, and to your name." Ariana spoke as she lowered her head in shame, her eyes turning moist. Seeing that, Lyriana's expression changed, she walked toward her daughter had gave her a gentle hug. "You have already surpassed your mother, girl. Your mother wasn't even brave enough to accept the Ancestral Order's offer to become a Complete Cultivator and chose this path instead. Others may think that I lifted the Elves, but in truth, I am just someone who was playing at the smaller pond, and even here, I still couldn't become the strongest fish there is. You, on the other hand, are different, you had the courage to accept what I didn't, you swim on the bigger pond, together with bigger fishes. What you are facing is incomparably more difficult than what I faced, and even then, you still haven't lost and I can assure you, you will never lose. Believe me." "..." Ariana didn't say anything. It had been a long time since her mother had hugged her, for a moment, she forgot everything that had been bothering her all this time and simply closed her eyes, not thinking about anything and enjoying the moment. Lyriana didn't mind. Hugging her daughter gave her strange a sense of fulfillment. 'I have no clue why I stopped pampering my baby.' Lyriana chuckled inwardly as she started to gently ruffle Ariana's hair like she used to in the past. "Your hair is a mess. When was the last time you combed it?" Lyriana questioned as she narrowed her eyes. "I did that yesterday." "Do not lie." "..." Ariana turned silent. "Come with me." Lyriana spoke and a frown appeared on Ariana's face as she glanced at her mother, "Where are we going?" "You will be spending the rest of the day with me." "But I have to train..." "No, taking care of your hair is much more important and since you won't do it yourself, I will do it for you." Lyriana spoke, then, she grabbed her daughter's head and took her to her room. It was time for a mother and daughter bonding. "How long has it been since I have done it?" Lyriana questioned. "I am not a child." Ariana, who was now sitting on a small stool while her mother oiled her hair pouted. "Tsk." Lyriana just snorted and continued what she was doing. Ariana didn't resist either and closed her eyes, after all, who in their right mind would reject a free head massage from their mother? "If only I could have Lady Vyriana train me, I would have gotten stronger as well." Suddenly, Ariana spoke up. "What...?" hearing those words, Lyriana suddenly froze. "Didn't Lady Vyriana train Nux's wives, they all became strong Complete Cultivators in just 150 years, I still don't know how something like that is possible." "Why didn't I think of that...?" Lyriana, however, was thinking about a completely different thing.