If Wilbur had been shocked by the old woman's first statement, he now felt like he had been struck by lightning. "You can tell I'm a cultivator?" Judith's grandmother looked at him calmly. "Yes, I can. You might find this strange, but it's perfectly normal for me. My family and I are descendants of the dragon clan, and each of us has some dragon blood flowing in us. When the dragon's blood is powerful enough, our special legacy, the Dragon Eye, will be awakened. The Dragon Eye can see things regular people cannot." She paused for a moment, then continued, "The dragon's blood in my body is powerful enough to awaken my Dragon Eye, so I can sense your aura. Judith is my granddaughter, and her Dragon Eye has been awakened just like mine. However, the dragon's blood in her body is not so powerful just yet. That is why she only has some special powers, so I let her dive for clams in the sea to make a living for the two of us." Wilbur frowned at the old woman. "Why did you tell me somet
After Judith's grandmother was done revealing that information to Wilbur, she returned to her room. Judith came out of the kitchen after cleaning up and chuckled at the sight of Wilbur standing frozen in place. "Want to go for a walk?" "W-What? Oh, yeah, sure. I was just thinking of doing that." Judith disappeared into her grandmother's room for a short while and then came out to go downstairs with Wilbur. They strolled along the neighborhood, and Wilbur asked, "Where's that pearl you found, Judith?" "I traded it for money, then donated it to charity," Judith replied. "Why didn't you leave some of it for yourself? I'm not saying you have to live lavishly, but you should at least have enough for a more comfortable life with your grandma." Judith shrugged at the words. "You're a good man, Mister Penn, but Grandma said that this is just our fate. We aren't fated for the lavish life. Using the money made from the Dragon Eye will only result in our bad karma." "Bad karma?" Wil
Wilbur grabbed Judith by the arm, yanking her over. Despite him moving fast enough, the thief's dagger still made a long gash in Judith's dress. The thief was eventually caught by the two men chasing after him and was subsequently handed over to the police. Wilbur had no choice but to bring Judith to a bathroom so she could change back into the clothes she had been in. They walked along the streets, and Judith let out a long breath. "What did I tell ya? My destiny's been set in stone. Grandma and I aren't fated for the lavish life." Wilbur had encountered people with special talents in the past. Despite the fact that they were not cultivators, their special talents were still quite bizarre and brilliant. Countless people had tried desperately to analyze these talents, and Wilbur had heard by chance before that those with special talents were actually not allowed to make money with their talents. Doing that would result in bad karma or some unpredictable tragedies. Wilbur was
Wilbur had cultivated the Dragon Move to the fifth level, where he could cast the Dragon's Howl. The golden dragon that was formed out of the spell would last five seconds and would last six seconds if he were to increase it to the sixth level. After contemplating through the night, Wilbur decided to stay in his room and cultivate for a month so he could raise his Dragon Move to the sixth level: Dragon's Shadow. In the past, Wilbur would never have been able to do so even if he was given a year, let alone a month. However, his powers had been leveled up rather significantly thanks to the hundred and fifty years of cultivation he obtained from the Dragon Spirit Essence. Raising his Dragon Move from the fifth to sixth level would definitely be quite the feat for Wilbur, but it was not impossible. Wilbur began meditating in solitude during the day, channeling his dragon aura to flow through his body, and by night, his body emitted a pale golden glow. This cycle went on for half a
A short while later, a man in a black suit appeared behind Wilbur. "Are you Wilbur Penn?" "Oh, a cultivator from the Church of Holy Illuminati. I hope you're not trying to start trouble with me." "Please don't get the wrong idea, Mister Penn. We're just trying to work with you." "What?" "Yes. Do you remember working with Tracy in Wearson Valley? Well, Tracy was one of our men." Wilbur smiled. "So, you're here for the Light Armor?" "Indeed. We're thinking of hiring you to work with us, Mister Penn." "I don't mind working with you, but you need to tell me what led you to make such a decision." "The Light Helmet is very important to us, Mister Penn. You should know that the Light Warrior was the Holy One of our church, and the Light Helmet means a lot to our church as well." Wilbur held back a laugh. "What on earth does the Light Warrior have to do with the Church of Holy Illuminati? That's hilarious. I don't think I would want to work with you unless you give me a condi
Either way, Wilbur felt like he could take advantage of his special identity now to find out more about Light Valley and the Church of Holy Illuminati before things went south in his relationship with them. Through chatting with the man in the suit, Wilbur found out that his name was Shaun, and he was a Norse messenger of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Following that, Shaun drove Wilbur to a manor outside of Wendis. The two of them entered the manor, and Shaun led Wilbur to the basement of the mansion where there were two Black Bishops from the Church of Holy Illuminati. "Mister Penn, this is Aisha and Symon. They're both Black Bishops." Wilbur smiled, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to work with the both of you." Symon and Aisha exchanged glances before smiling at Wilbur, then shook Wilbur's hand one after the other. Symon's handshake was firm and strong as he said, "I'm delighted to work with you, Mister Penn." Aisha smiled and said, "I'm honored to be working with y
After settling the three of them down in their rooms, Shaun drove out of the manor. His car stopped at a dock, where a man in black robes was standing. Wilbur would be able to recognize the man as the Dark Messenger if he was here. Shaun got out of his car and jogged up to the man. Shaun got down on one knee respectfully. "I'm at your service, Dark Messenger." "How are things, Shaun?" "Don't worry, honorable Messenger. I've settled Wilbur and the others down in the manor. They'll leave for the Kook Islands in three days and search for the Light Helmet." The Dark Messenger smiled. "This is really interesting. My Lord has put quite an effort into this Wilbur guy. I hope he won't be a disappointment." That night, Wilbur sat down cross-legged on his bed. The cultivation method of the Magic Dragon Blade appeared in his mind, and he repeated it mentally before his eyes flew open and a long sword made of black miasma appeared in his grasp. The dragon aura radiating off the sword
Wilbur smiled and was about to speak when a sudden clapping could be heard behind him. "Congratulations, Mister Penn, Symon." The two men turned to see Aisha staring at them with a strange look on her face. "You've both shown your skills, but I haven't. In fact, I don't even know if the church will let me go to the Kook Islands in the end. I might be a burden to you two." Wilbur said, "Don't worry, Miss Aisha. You can follow behind me then, I'll keep you safe." "Ha!" Symon scoffed. "You're better off sticking behind the Dashan, Aisha! I'll control the Light Giant to clear a path for us. I need to get the Light Helmet myself so the Pope will gain respect for me." "Do you really think I'm weak, Symon?" Just then, a second Aisha walked over from afar. Symon's jaw fell open at the sight of the two Aishas as he frowned. "You… You cultivated another clone? Well, that doesn't mean much! A clone is only ten percent as powerful as its owner, which means that you didn't actually