"Of course. I'm a pretty pragmatic man. I'm willing to betray Victor if you can give me better benefits." Wilbur looked at Ariel, finding him rather ridiculous as he asked, "Well, how much money do you want?" Ariel put up a finger. "One hundred million dollars!" Right as Ariel said those words, an arrow pierced through his chest, leaving a hole where blood gushed out. Ariel looked down at the wound on his chest, trembling all over as he turned around shakily. Victor stood behind him holding a long silver bow, staring at Ariel coldly as he said, "No one betrays me, Ariel. Since you could not complete the mission I gave you, you shall die in agony." The last of the light in Ariel's eyes disappeared as they stayed on Victor before collapsing to the ground lifelessly. Wilbur looked over at Victor. "Are you trying to meddle in the Night Demon stuff too, General Victor?" A venomous smile appeared on Victor's face. "It's such a shame, Wilbur Penn. I thought you would contract th
"Your time's up, Wilbur! Take this!" Victor let out a howl of fury, letting go of the bow. The blood-red arrow came whooshing toward Wilbur, strange energy forming around it in the shape of a red vortex. Wilbur muttered a spell, activating the Light of Dragon before punching downward. The golden dragon shot out of his arm, hurtling toward the blood-red arrow. Both energies collided. The dragon let out a howl as the red vortex vanished, and the arrow whistled toward Wilbur with a decreased force. Wilbur reached out to block the attack with his right hand. The Light Gloves emitted a blinding white glow, and the arrow exploded into a bloody fog as it got closer to the gloves. A few drops of blood landed on the side of Wilbur's face. "Hahahaha!" Victor burst out laughing. "Oh, Wilbur, you're far, far too naive. Not all energies can be converted by the power of light. Today, I shall take your life with this Bloodism Bow!" Victor was nothing but gleeful at the look on Wilbur's
The brightly-colored glow appeared above Wilbur's head, enveloping him completely. The next second, all three arrows struck the Dragon's Safehaven at the same time. As three explosive sounds rang through the air, the Dragon's Safehaven's glow was diminished by half. This had never happened before, which shocked Wilbur greatly. The protection of Dragon's Safehaven was supposed to be from the upper dimensions even when it was activated in a lower dimension. It would never be damaged unless attacked by a middle dimension power. Now, however, the three blood arrows had reduced the glow of Dragon's Safehaven in half. This bastard's powers were of a middle dimension elite! "What?" Victor had a shocked look on his face, then glared viciously at Wilbur. "You have the protection of the dragon clan? That's quite a surprise, you bastard. However, you're going to die at my hands regardless!" He drew the bow once more, and three blood arrows appeared. Just then, Wilbur activated the Iri
This time, Wilbur was unconscious for two whole days. During this time, the higher-ups in Moda regained their control over the army. After hosting an urgent meeting, they agreed in unison to repair and strengthen the relationship between Moda and Kosanto. After the meeting, Moda and Kosanto signed a series of agreements that would restore their friendship back to how it was fifty years ago. Despite the fact that the Night Demon Project was exposed, it was eventually covered up to avoid negative impacts on the two countries. Both countries took action to limit and restrict the citizens from discussing the incident. A large number of soldiers stormed Diseya, clearing out the corpses on the streets and giving the town a good cleanup. The town's mayor also made an appearance to comfort the townsfolk. By the time Wilbur woke up two days later, the entire town was restored to its former glory. Everyone was busy working on their own things, and the higher-ups of Kosanto had also made
Arkadi grabbed Wilbur's hands, looking rather emotional. "Thank you for protecting my small town, Mister Penn. As Head Elder of Bangsai, I'm happy to answer any questions you may have as long as I know them." Wilbur had not forgotten his goal of coming to Diseya. The Night Demon case had held off Wilbur's search for the dragon cauldron fragment back then, but now that it was solved, he figured it was time he went back to looking for the cauldron fragment. Taking a deep breath, Wilbur said, "That's right, Elder Arkadi. I am pretty interested in Bangsai's culture and would like to know why despite Bangsai having grown Diseya to operate on par with a county-level city, the cultural foundation of Bangsai itself still remains like a village. Shouldn't Bangsai be the first place to be developed? Why hasn't anything changed?" Bangsai was at the heart of Diseya, which was now so well-developed, but the same could not be said for Bangsai itself. That was definitely strange, and Wilbur fel
Wilbur's mind raced, and it was not long before he lit up gleefully. "I got it, I finally got it!" Arkadi frowned at him. "What did you get, Mister Penn?" Wilbur said, "Oh, I just thought of something really meaningful all of a sudden. I think that the Dashan man told your tribe not to change the state of this area because of the underground water. After all, soil in barren lands tends to be loose. Water can still flow through loose soil if it is not too far underground, and building tall buildings might add pressure to the soil and cause the water level to sink further down. If that happens and the water level sinks more than ten meters underground, Diseya would face a drought all over again." "Yes," Arkadi nodded. "I guessed as much, but if the water weren't too deep underground in the soil, tall buildings would not affect it severely enough for it to sink down that much. The only possibility is that there's a special pressure system in the soil of Bangsai, and those three well
Wilbur painstakingly tried a few more times, but every attempt ended the same. All of a sudden, Wilbur remembered that this was a formation that Senior Fremont had set up as a test for Wilbur. Realization struck him then. It would hardly be a test if it was so easily found, wouldn't it? "Mister Penn!" Arsi's voice sounded from afar then. Wilbur put the first dragon cauldron away and looked over. Arsi was running this way, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind." Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't… Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?" "Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here." Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands. He then tossed it into his demiplane. "
Although Wilbur has gained a hundred and fifty years of cultivation, he did not mind a hundred more. After all, no cultivator would turn such an offer down. Yet the dragon's voice was not heard again. It was a clear rejection of Wilbur's request. "Dude, c'mon! Weren't we just having a nice little chat? Why would you run away like that?" Wilbur's voice echoed in the demiplane, but there was no response. With no other choice, Wilbur turned to the screen to look at his options. There was a dozen or so options, with the good stuff that cost more grace points at the top. "Dragon's Breath. Cultivating this will allow you to sense any formations within a hundred-meter radius. This skill can be strengthened along with cultivation level. Costs fifteen thousand grace points." Wilbur gasped. Wasn't this exactly what he needed? Wilbur's master, the water dragon Orkot had once said that cultivators from middle and upper dimensions typically used formations to protect themselves. The Dr