After confirming the situation, Wilbur shouted at the man coldly. The black-haired man froze, staring at Wilbur for a moment before sneering and letting out a smirk. "Sure. I won't be in your way if you're intent on getting yourself killed. Goodbye." Upon saying the words, the man disappeared without a trace. Wilbur knew that the man did have the power to defeat the three snow wolves, but Wilbur had no money on him. Besides, he had gone hungry the whole day and now saw the snow wolves as food. This time, Wilbur was not going to let anyone else take his prey from him. He summoned the Magic Dragon Blade, then took a deep breath before absorbing the energy aura around him. The next second, all three snow wolves came charging toward him at the same time. Wilbur shot out toward the wolf in front of him, attacking it at top speed before moving on to the next target. "Roar!" Another snow wolf pounced, its bloody mouth snapping at Wilbur. At the last second, Wilbur turned to the sid
It was dark outside by the time Wilbur returned to his senses, and the left side of his chest had turned black. There was a chill that radiated from the seal which soothed his pain. He thought back to his fight against the snow wolves. Making a few attacks had resulted in such a terrible backlash. Wilbur finally understood then that his body had not gotten used to the energy aura in a middle dimension just yet. The only way for Wilbur to be able to start cultivating was to wait until his body had adjusted to the energy aura. Just as Wilbur was about to meditate, a black figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. Wilbur looked up and saw that it was the man from earlier in the day who had wanted a gold coin from him in exchange for saving his life. "So, this is where you've been hiding. You're pretty good at sneaking around, I have to say, but I still found you in the end. You must be new here, eh? Let me guess, you can't get into Buck Town because you don't have a town token?"
"So?" asked the black-haired man. "What do you think?" "Alright," Wilbur said after giving it some thought. "Let's do it. I'll kill the snow wolves, you'll sell their pelts. I think I should at least get your name, though." "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me. The name's Saber Farring. What about yours?" "Wally Yonder." "Nice to meet you, Wally. I'm counting on you to get those wolfskins for us now." "Of course. As long as you get the job done, we can keep working together." Wilbur saw the sun beginning to rise outside and took out the three wolf pelts from earlier before handing them to Saber. "You can have these first, then." "You said just now that one bronze coin could get you a bottle of wine, right? Please get me one of those, then. I'll be waiting here." "Sure, sure. I'll get those pelts sold off right away." Saber left happily with the wolf pelts. Wilbur closed his eyes, pretending to meditate. He waited until Saber was gone before wal
Wilbur's footsteps made crunching noises in the snow, and he had hidden his aura to prevent being spotted by other cultivators. He was in the middle of hunting for prey in the woods when an adult deer came charging toward him. Wilbur dodged quickly to the left, just in time to hear a series of rushed galloping sounds. Wilbur scrambled to hide behind a tree, and just half a minute later, a few people could be seen chasing after the deer on their horses. The man leading the group looked rather familiar, but he passed by so quickly that Wilbur could not identify him right away. All Wilbur could see was the man pulling the string of his bow atop his white horse, letting it go, and shooting the deer. "Well done!" "Brilliant archery, Mister Farring!" The two men behind cheered and whooped, but Wilbur frowned from where he was hiding. "What? Mister Farring?" "Go and see if it's dead yet." "Yes, Mister Farring." One guy got off his horse, running towards the deer. Realization str
Saber knew that any cultivator who could survive such snowy weather was either incredibly powerful or had something precious on them. Saber's goal in getting close to them was to steal those precious items from them. One time, Saber had managed to wrangle a Frost Pearl off a cultivator. The Frost Pearl was capable of freezing anything within a three-meter radius around the person wearing it. Saber had given the Frost Pearl to the Bill family and was rewarded ten gold coins for it. Saber realized that making money this way was much quicker, and something like the Frost Pearl was definitely worth well over ten gold coins. This made Saber all the more eager to hunt for more treasures. However, he would not hand them over to his superiors this time. Once he was skilled enough, he might have a shot at getting into the Reyne family. Saber had visited the Reyne family in secret before. He met with Divan Reyne, to whom he had expressed his desire to become a part of the Reyne family.
Wilbur made his way across a mountain and was halfway through when he saw several cultivators surrounding a cultivator with white hair. The white-haired cultivator was in a sorry state, his face unrecognizable from the loose hair covering it. His clothes were stained with blood, and so was the blade of the sword he was holding. The cultivators spotted Wilbur and promptly turned to charge at him. The white-haired man pushed his hair out of his face, gripping his sword as he stared at Wilbur with a frown. "Are you from the Reyne family too?" Wilbur finally recognized the man with his hair out of his face. It was none other than Steward Horne, the old man from the dungeon. Steward Horne stared at Wilbur for a moment before turning to shout at Saber and the others. "Saber Farring, you bastard! You were plotting against me with Divan Reyne this whole time!" "Hahahaha!" Saber barked out a laugh. "Do you know why Mister Divan wants you dead, Steward Horne? You thought you understood h
Steward Horne's jaw fell open, shock flashing in his eyes. "It is you! Have you become one of Saber Farring's men now?" "No. I'm here to help you." "Help me?" Steward Horne glanced at Wilbur warily. "Are you sure?" Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon Blade and pointed it at Saber calmly. "You can get out of here first, Steward Horne. We'll meet again after I kill these bastards." Saber's plan had been to rile up Steward Horne and then go in for the kill. He had recognized Wilbur the second he had put his hair up and had thought that Wilbur would not be an enemy even if their deal had fallen through. Much to his surprise, Wilbur actually wanted to kill him. Saber could not hold back any longer as he spat, "What did you just say? You want to kill me, huh?" Wilbur walked past Steward Horne, making his way towards Saber slowly. "You can drop the act, Saber Farring. You tried to plot against me to get me killed, but I managed to escape. I wasn't going to kill you, but people like
Saber and Hayden no longer had any more help at the moment, thus Saber did not respond to Steward Horne's taunts and threats. Saber whispered, "Our men should be here in five minutes. Once they get here, we'll be able to take these bastards down." "It really is strange, though. Most lower dimension cultivators who come here usually have their powers severely decreased. How is this guy still so powerful?" Hayden glanced at Wilbur. "My only guess is that he's the most powerful cultivator in his lower dimension, so his powers are still pretty decent even after they've shrunken down. Don't you forget, Mister Saber, that every cultivator who comes to the middle dimensions would suffer from shrunken powers." "I see. That's probably it, then." Saber and Hayden walked backward as they spoke. Wilbur called out loudly when he noticed that, "What's this? Trying to run?" Hayden had been right. Wilbur was the most powerful cultivator on Earth, but that was not the case for every cultiva