"Thanks, Bro," Faron said feebly before beginning to meditate. Wilbur watched over him silently. The cultivation method Wilbur had channeled into Faron was his own Dragon's Chant, but Faron would not be able to reach Wilbur's level without the Dragonsoul. Yet this meant that Faron had taken a step into the world of cultivation and was officially a cultivator. What he could achieve in the future would depend on himself. … Over at the police station, Elsa sat behind her desk in her office with her brows tightly furrowed. Remy had confessed to everything after an afternoon of tense interrogation. All the men and women who took part in Remy's shows had been forced into doing so by Remy himself, who had also drugged them to perform under its influence. They had also tracked the message Remy had sent out on a computer, and it led to one of the higher-ups of Seechertown. Just as Elsa had put out a warrant for this person's arrest, he had already run away. That was alright,
Elsa was a little annoyed by Ryder's attitude. However, this was the help her superior sent her, and there was not much she could say about it. "Alright. This is Wilbur Penn, a friend of mine. He's here to help with the case too. We'll be working together." Ryder glanced at Wilbur. "Is he part of your team?" "No, he's just a friend," Elsa replied. Ryder said emotionlessly, "I'm sorry, but my work forbids the presence of outsiders. Tell him to leave." Elsa flushed awkwardly. "Mr. Penn here is a cultivator too, and I'm certain that the case will move along much smoother if we work together." "That isn't necessary," Ryder said, his expression unchanged. Elsa did not know what to say. Who was this guy, and why was he acting like this? Wilbur said to Elsa, "That's fine. I was busy, anyway. You can go on your own. I'm sure things will be fine with Mr. Litwing here." Wilbur turned to leave after that. He had no time to waste on rude people like this. Elsa could only send W
Very soon, the officers detained seven suspects and gathered all of them on the porch. Elsa glanced at them with a frown. "Is that all?" "There's no one else." "Did we get all the drugs?" "We got all the drug-making equipment. This is definitely where the drug production took place." "F*ck my life," Elsa cursed out loud. It seemed like the dealer had run off. How did he know about this raid? Just then, Ryder walked over and glanced at the seven suspects. His gaze flickered, stopping on the third person. It was a man, so skinny that he looked positively ill. He picked up the super cannon and aimed it at the man. "What are you doing? You're going to blow his brains out!" Elsa shouted. How was this bony-looking man going to take a bullet from the super cannon? Yet Ryder's expression was ashen. "He's a cultivator. I can sense the spirit energy from him." Elsa got a fright, drawing her gun and shouting at her team to back away. She knew that the average person was no m
A few meters away, the man was lying in a large pool of blood. The crowd could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Elsa patted her chest as she asked, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." Ryder put his rifle away, his expression remained as icy as ever. Elsa started walking towards the man slowly. There was a wound around the size of a fist on the man's waist, with blood gushing from it steadily. Elsa's chest lurched at the sight. It seemed the super cannon that was powerful enough to completely crush a human being had only made a hole in this man. That was how strong a cultivator was. Regardless, the hole was big enough for Elsa to know the man was either heavily wounded or dead. Just as she was about to reach him, a hissing sound escaped from the man's mouth. Elsa froze, stopping in her tracks as she gestured for her team to back off. It was important to be as careful as possible when dealing with a cultivator. Ryder was a little shocked as well. He picked up his rifle
Wilbur frowned. "Wasn't that Ryder guy there? He's an Ambience level cultivator, so he should be able to handle the situation." "I don't think he can. He had a super cannon on him, but he still couldn't kill that beast. He's gone after it unarmed. I'm afraid he might be in danger." "What happened?" Wilbur asked. Elsa told him everything, and Wilbur's brows were tightly furrowed by the time she was done. "Come on, say something!" Elsa panicked. Wilbur said, "I don't know what method this person is using to cultivate, but it's definitely less than savory. Ryder won't be a match for him." "I can see that! That's why I came looking for you," Elsa said. Wilbur glanced at her. "Well, I'm just an outsider." "Dude, are you seriously harping on that at a time like this?" "No, I just didn't like the attitude that Ryder guy gave me." "Come on, just do this for me right now. Get the monster first, and I'll make Ryder apologize to you." "I don't need that. How about you get so
With a loud thump, Wilbur landed on bowed legs, creating a crater several meters deep into the ground. He looked in front of him and lit a cigarette as he stood right there. A few minutes later, Elsa landed next to Wilbur. There was nowhere for the helicopter to land, so the pilot had no choice but to go back. Elsa took in the sight of Wilbur puffing on his cigarette and the crater around him, and she let out a huff. "You're really something else, man." "I'm alright," Wilbur said calmly. Elsa shrugged, not knowing what to say in response. "Do you think the monster could have run somewhere else?" Elsa asked worriedly. Wilbur said, "He's right here." Just then, the figure of someone running wildly appeared within their sight. Wilbur frowned. Elsa was shocked to find out that the wound on the monster had somehow healed. The bloody hole on its waist was gone, and so was the one on its chest. The monster radiated an overwhelming wave of spirit energy, making for a ter
The monster was unimaginably powerful, and any one of its attacks would be fatal. The cleaver slashed through the air, producing screeching sounds with every move. Ryder was skilled and agile. He weaved through the attacks from the cleaver as his blazing dagger stabbed the monster in various places. Both parties were equally skilled, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand. Elsa looked on worriedly. "Aren't you going to help?" "You heard the guy. I'm not allowed to intervene," Wilbur said helplessly. Elsa shook her head. "Surely the rules don't matter at a time like this." "You go, then. I'm not trying to convince someone to let me break their stupid rule," Wilbur said, lighting up another cigarette and taking a long drag. Elsa glared at Wilbur. "Are you trying to get me killed? Do I look like I'm a match for that monster?" "Well, there's nothing I can do about it," Wilbur said. Elsa had no choice but to keep a close eye on the battle, praying with all her migh
Ryder had not expected the monster to still be capable of something so terrifying. Ryder had practically exhausted his spirit energy by then and he had no way of fighting back. Yet he did not give up. He let out a howl as he exploded with the last of his spirit energy. The dagger roared into burning flames once again as Ryder lunged at the monster. Ryder did not give up even at the last second. The idea of running away did not even cross his mind. He used the last of his strength in a fight to the death, not backing away in the slightest. Elsa was so terrified she had let out a scream. Even she could tell that Ryder was walking right into a death trap, and there was no way he was a match for the monster. Wilbur let out a sigh. He opened and closed his palms, which exploded with spirit pressure as he shouted, "Lethal Earth!" He did not stop after that, gesturing with his palms again and shouting, "Quad Thunder!" Wilbur seemed to complete everything in a matter of seconds.