Jude stood and saluted Wilbur. He bowed and said, "Sir, I've never met someone with your integrity before. I'm thoroughly impressed."His uncles could not wait to approach the historical halberd. They were dying to try it.Jude glanced at them, then he looked at Wilbur and said, "However, my ancestor said that you will be his inheritor. This item belongs to you now, sir. We won't have any disagreements.""Jude, what are you saying?" asked Rowan in a disagreeing tone.The other uncles were also very dissatisfied. They glared at Jude.The historical halberd was the ultimate treasure of their family. Moreover, Wilbur was willing to return it to the Cooks, so they wondered what was wrong with Jude.However, Jude scoffed coldly and said, "We've been blinded by greed. Let me ask you this, which one of us deserves the historical halberd? Even if we have it, we are old, and we also don't know the cultivation basics. What's the use of having it? Won't it only cause our downfall?"His unc
He gripped the historical halberd, channeling his spirit energy into it endlessly. In the next second, countless images entered Wilbur's consciousness. They spoke of another time, brilliant and luminescent. Countless cultivators flew around in the sky, wielding their godly weapons and treasures. There were even cultivators riding on different creatures on the ground. The enormous city was completely filled with cultivators. Cultivators were in their prime then. Every single person seemed to have some amount of spiritual energy, wielding different tools and weapons. Next was the ancestor of the Cook family. His job was to guard the city, but he was reaching the end of his lifespan. Thus, he dispersed everyone in the city forged a new, smaller world, and left a sliver of his soul in there. Everything he had learned from cultivating for thousands of years surged into Wilbur's consciousness. What was passed on, however, was not cultivation methods or skills. Instead,
The next morning. Jude, Rowan, and the others sat waiting in the living room quietly. The other members of the Cook family came in slowly, sitting down in the living room one by one. At around eleven o'clock, over twenty people arrived. All of these people held important positions in Cook Corp. They all stole glances at Jude and the others, their brows furrowed tightly. Everyone had heard that the clan's hidden realm had opened up last night, and who had entered it. Despite the fact that they had made it out safely, the Cook family had lost a dozen core family members. Everyone knew as well that Jude and the others had not inherited anything. They were all confused, waiting for an explanation. Upon seeing that everyone was there, Jude got to his feet and looked around him. "I've called all of you here today to announce something of extreme importance to the Cook family." The crowd perked up at the words at once. Had they really been able to gain the ancestor's inh
"Besides, we won't have to pay the Cookville Jays anymore. Our family will be protected enough with Envoy Penn alone," said Rowan. The crowd could not help but frown. Was this man really as powerful as their clan leader and elders were making him out to be, to the point where he could trump the three Cookville Jays? Just then, however, a peal of laughter sounded from outside the door. "Very well, very well! You Cooks are getting gutsy now, even thinking of not paying us anymore! Who gave you the nerve for that, huh?" The Cook family were shocked, looking toward the door at once. Three middle-aged men with ashen expressions swaggered into the room. They made a beeline for Jude, Rowan, and the rest, standing right in front of them while radiating an overwhelming pressure. The three men were none other than the three Cookville Jays, peak Ambience level cultivators Warren Corbain, Taver Quizmo, and Sander Wallis. All three men had made a name for themselves for a long time
"I'm going to give you one last chance. Are you going to hand it over, or not?" Taver asked loudly. Jude remained fearless in the face of the threat, shouting back, "How foolish of you to go after what rightfully belongs to our family!" "Let's see how cocky you can be when you're dead." Sander raised the long sword he was holding, swinging it down at Jude and the others. The rest of the Cook family members got a fright. Just then, a calm voice piped up. "That's some attitude to have in someone else's house if you ask me." Wilbur emerged from the back slowly, glancing at the three Cookville Jays. Sander put down his sword slowly, looking at Wilbur. "Who are you?" Jude turned to bow as Wilbur swaggered over to take his seat. "The name's Wilbur Penn. I'm the new envoy to the Cook family. You can direct whatever problems you have to me." The Cookville Jays exchanged a glance with each other, and Taver said coldly, "No wonder you were so cocky. You found a family envoy." "
Jude could not help but let out a sigh. Wilbur was probably the most trustworthy man he had ever met. From what happened in the hidden realm to dealing with the Cookville Jays, Wilbur had shown great integrity over and over again. People like him hardly existed anymore in a time like this. Having Wilbur as the Cook family envoy meant that they would be free of trouble for good. Jude then shouted, "The Cook clan pays our respects to you, Master Penn. We are honored to be at your service." Jude, Rowan, Roman, and Roger got to their feet before standing across Wilbur in a line. The rest of the Cook family seemed to finally snap out of their stupor, getting to their feet and living up against the four men, overwhelmed with terror and other unexplainable emotions. With someone so much more powerful than the Cookville Jays on their side, they were more than willing to pay the higher price. "Jude Cook of the Cook family." "Rowan Cook." "Roman Cook." "Roger Cook." "We
"Anything in exchange?" Wesley blinked at Wilbur. "Sir, I haven't got a penny on me. I can't give you anything." Wilbur sighed. "Well, I'm really sorry, but I can't help you. Please go back." He turned around, heading across the bridge. Wesley remained outside, crying, and screaming, yet Wilbur did not respond to him. There were too many problems going on in the world, and he could not tend to everything at once. What if people came to him every time they needed the slightest bit of help from him after this? Should he just do it, then? Wilbur could forget about cultivating if he were to say yes to that. He would have his work cut out for him just running around helping everyone like Mother Theresa. Charles sighed as well, returning to the security room to resume his shift. Wesley remained kneeling where he was. Wilbur did not kick him out, and thus Charles said nothing either. Wilbur returned to his room. He shook his head, pushing Wesley out of his thoughts, and ente
Who knew what power Wilbur would gain if he were able to activate the historical halberd's full weight? For someone capable of forging a weapon like this, the Cook family ancestor was definitely a force to be reckoned with for his time. It was just a shame that the entire era had perished. Wilbur could not help but sigh. He put down the halberd, leaving his demiplane to return to his room. Wilbur sat down in the living room and glanced at the time. Three whole days had passed since he had entered the demiplane. He then made plans to see Faye at night, so he could talk about Nancy's arrangement with her for good. There had to be a solution to this. Nancy could not live the rest of her life like this. Just then, however, Wilbur frowned at the door. "Do you need something, Charles?" "Sir, Wesley Miller's fainted at the bridge. What should I do?" Charles asked cautiously. Wilbur frowned, before saying, "Bring him in here." "Yes, Sir." Charles hurried off at once. Wi