Hearing this, Augheimer stopped in his tracks, turned around to face Wilbur, and coldly asked, "Do you mean it?" Wilbur nodded firmly and said, "Yes, as long as you can defeat me, you can do with me as you wish. But if you lose, I hope you will leave Buck Town." "Fine, I'll take you up on that." Augheimer stared intently at Wilbur, his energy aura rapidly surging out as he sneered, "I know you've always considered me a friend, but if you think what you're doing now is helping me, that's a very foolish thought. Unfortunately for you, my strength has already increased. Even if Lord Edmund himself stood before me now, I wouldn't back down. By opposing me, you're courting death. When we fight, I hope you give it your all, because I won't hold back." Wilbur's heart sank at these words. He had indeed acted for Augheimer's sake, but the changes in Augheimer over the past three months had been so drastic that Wilbur hardly recognized him anymore. "Alright, no problem." Wilbur relea
"But now, this must all come to an end." With those words, Wilbur leaped into the air, spreading his arms wide as his energy aura radiated outward. Surrounding him, the Four Divine Beasts—Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger—manifested in phantom form. Watching Wilbur, Augheimer focused his thoughts, forming a black defensive shield around his body to prepare for Wilbur's attack. In midair, the phantom of the Four Divine Beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, hovered above Wilbur, circling him. As their energies began to merge, the four beasts started to fuse into one. After rapidly spinning, they ultimately combined into a golden dragon. In the skies over Buck Town, there existed a unique energy aura of the Golden Dragon, though ordinary people could not sense it and were unaware of its presence. Now, having absorbed the energies of the four divine sources, Wilbur had comprehended the mysteries of the four beasts, transf
The Golden Dragon, which had once been as large as a small mountain, quickly began to shrink under the absorption of the black shield, its size decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Eventually, it was entirely absorbed by the black shield, and all of the dragon's energy was transformed into Augheimer's power. "Hahaha! Wilbur, let's see how you plan to fight me now!" Suspended in midair, Wilbur was shocked by what he had witnessed, but he quickly regained his composure. He realized that the dark powers he had comprehended might be the same as the ones Augheimer had mastered. If they were the same, perhaps he could use this power to counter Augheimer. With this in mind, Wilbur did not hesitate. He descended rapidly from the sky, placing his palms against Augheimer's black shield. "Good! Since you've come to me, I'll devour you and turn you into dust!" Augheimer shouted. The black shield began to absorb Wilbur's energy, but at that moment, Wilbur also unleashed his own dar
Wilbur turned around to look. Sure enough, a round white light around the size of a human face appeared in the east. It was shrinking rapidly as if compressed by the pressure of the chaos realm, having decreased significantly in size in just a few seconds. Augheimer said, "Crap! Let's get out of here quickly. We might not make it out if we wait." "Okay. Let's go!" The two men charged towards the white light as it continued to shrink, rushing out of it just as it was only the width of a soup bowl. White light flashed before their eyes, and they were back in the Buck Town dimension. The circle of white light was now the size of a date. Wilbur and Augheimer glanced at each other, heaving a sigh of relief. All of a sudden, a tentacle reached out of the circle of light. It pressed itself against Augheimer's chest, and a dozen more tentacles sprouted out. They wrapped around Augheimer's body before dragging him back toward the white light. "No, no!" Augheimer shrieked in terror.
"I know I messed up, I really do. I admit defeat. I'll leave Buck Town by tonight." Wilbur frowned at Augheimer. "Where are you going?" Augheimer smiled. "Tevinter Town, the seventh town." "What? Why?" "No reason. I just don't want to owe you too much." "What?" "Don't get me wrong! I just want to be somewhere I can improve quickly." Wilbur looked into the distance, falling silent. "I hope you grow stronger, then." Augheimer looked at Wilbur before saying, "Are we still friends, then?" "Of course? You'll always be my old pal." "Thank you." Augheimer put out a hand, and Wilbur shook it as the two men exchanged a smile. That night, Wilbur finally saw the old Augheimer again. They chatted happily, walking along the Buck Town square to the portal. "Alright, you don't have to walk me all the way there." "Alright, then. Best of luck." Wilbur and Augheimer grinned at each other, and Augheimer turned to leave. All of a sudden, a shout sounded from the distance. "
Wilbur nodded, and Augheimer turned to walk into the portal. The guards activated the portal right after that, and a white light flashed through the air. Augheimer was nowhere to be seen following that. Edmund sighed. "Augheimer's still far too cocky for his own good. It's probably for the best that he left Buck Town. That's one less burden for me to worry about." He turned to leave after that, and Wilbur stared after him wordlessly. He had thought that Edmund was a good man back when Hadirt wanted to massacre all of Buck Town—only to find out that Edmund had been the one who sent Conrad to tell Hadirt that Dalton had been murdered. That was what had drawn Hadirt to Buck Town. Edmund had pretty much tried to use Hadirt to get rid of Wilbur, not wanting to co-rule Buck Town with him. Now that Wilbur knew how two-faced Edmund was, he no longer wanted too much to do with him if he had the choice. Had he not wanted to cultivate the Yellow Dragon Spell and needed to absorb the Ye
Conrad bowed to Edmund politely and explained, "Lord Edmund, I'm sure you know that anyone with a Tricorpse Beetle in their body will have to get rid of it if they want to improve their cultivation. However, getting rid of a Tricorpse Beetle is far from easy. These bugs form naturally in one's body, cultivated by their greed for food, lust, or fame. One must have a pure enough heart and soul if they want to kill the Tricorpse Beetle and stop it from appearing in their body again." He paused for a breath, then continued, "But there are not many people who can do that in the world, not even cultivators from the upper dimensions. Thus, lots of cultivators naturally cultivate Tricorpse Beetles in their bodies. It's just that their greed is pretty small, so they don't really feel much. However, a true cultivator will eventually get rid of their Tricorpse Beetles." After gaining Edmund's full attention, Conrad added, "The thing is that there are too many cultivators in the middle dimensi
"What does that mean?" The crowd looked at each other, not understanding what Conrad was saying. Conrad smiled, getting to his feet before bowing to Edmund. "Drinking for blessings means to take a drink that has been blessed by Lord Edmund, of course. But since it's a drink of blessings, we're going to have to be placed. I say we have a friendly duel, and the winner gets a drink blessed by Lord Edmund. How's that?" "You sound like you really want that blessed drink, Conrad." "What do you have in mind?" Conrad glanced at the family leaders. "I wouldn't dare call myself better than the family leaders here, but I do want to get the first blessed drink since it was my idea. Wilbur Penn here isn't a family leader, but he's certainly far from weak. I would deem him more than qualified to take me on in a battle, but only if he wants to." "Oh, why not? I'm afraid you won't be getting that drink then, Lord Conrad." Conrad had plotted with Edmund to kill Wilbur before, and thus Wilbu