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
Wilbur had not received this protection and did not know how to get it. Thus, the only way to make himself more powerful was through the Dragon's Altar in his demiplane. Since gold coins could be exchanged into grace points, he would be able to get fifty thousand grace points out of his battle. That would surely make him more powerful! Edmund got to his feet. "The battle officially starts now!" Conrad released a powerful energy aura. "How would you like to do this, Wilbur?" Wilbur released the same amount of energy aura as well. "The first to touch the other person in fifteen minutes wins?" "Sure." Conrad shot out towards Wilbur the next second, who darted out of the attack's way. Following that, Conrad continued to attack Wilbur relentlessly. The two men chased after each other in the courtyard, neither of them letting up in the slightest. Just as everyone was focused on the battle, Edmund snuck a black pill into a glass of wine. The pill turned clear as soon as it touc
"Yes. The Lord Edmund I know would never be this generous, but he just gave up three hundred thousand gold coins for a few duels. That's not like him at all." Wilbur frowned. "Are you suggesting that Edmund might have spiked the blessed drink?" Felix nodded. "But I don't feel anything." "Some poisons are colorless and odorless. They can even go undetected by the consumer and kill them just like that. I think it's best for you to rest and cultivate once you get back, Master." "Alright." Wilbur returned to his room at once, channeling his dragon aura to flow around his body. Yet he did not sense anything off with his internal system, but there were strange thoughts that began to form and grow in his head. Wilbur did his best to suppress the thoughts but quickly found that he was unable to do so. There seemed to be an uncontrollable greed rooted in his brain: greed for food, lust, fame, and many other things. At the same time, Wilbur found that he might want these things m
"Drink? Look at the state you're in! We'll be usurped by the other Great Families if you keep drinking like this! We worked so hard to get here, Master. You can't be like this!" Felix stared daggers at Wilbur, who merely replied with a lazy grin. "It's alright, Senior Horne. Time goes by faster here in the mirror dimension, I'm fine drinking here for a night or two!" "A night? You've been here for two weeks, you can't keep going like this!" "What? That's hardly anything! Come on, don't I deserve a break? How about this—three months, and I won't drink another drop. Just give me three months. Yeah?" Felix sighed but ended up nodding. "Alright, Master. I know this hasn't been easy for you. You can rest here for three months, I'll wake you up after that." "Okay. Now drink with me." "I'm busy, Master. I'm afraid I can't drink with you today. Goodbye.' Felix was a hard worker but did not complain in the slightest as he knew that all the work he had done would go into Wilbur's s
Wilbur looked at his bloody fist, his eyes widening in shock. "That's… That's impossible…" "That's very possible." Felix hurried over to Wilbur. "You've been idle for a year, Master. You haven't been cultivating and only spent your time drinking and wasting away. It's only normal that your body has weakened." "How could this be?" "I think there are too many Tricorpse Beetles in your body from all the drinking, Master. Your energy's a lot weaker, but you've thankfully only been idle for a year. As long as you get to cultivating again, I'm sure you'll be able to restore your powers." "No, I know what state I'm in right now. Wait, what did you just say?" "You haven't been cultivating, and only spent your time drinking and wasting away so it's only normal that your body's weakened." "Not that! You mentioned some sort of beetle…" "Tricorpse Beetles, Master. They're formed out of greed for food, lust, and fame. If a cultivator is too idle, the Tricorpse Beetles in their bod
The same voice rang through the air, and the Dragon God said, "I can tell Edmund really wants you dead, but that's a tragedy you have to break out of yourself. I cannot help you." Wilbur knelt on the ground. "Please, Honorable Dragon God. Just this once, please!" The Dragon God said, "Wilbur, you should know that the dragon clan is unlike any other. It has gained the respect of the other clans because the dragon clan never begs another. You are a dragon clan cultivator and should understand this very well." The voice stopped after that. "Honorable Dragon God!" Yet the Dragon God did not reply no matter how much Wilbur shouted. He gritted his teeth, getting to his feet as he turned to the Dragon's Altar. Wilbur walked up to the altar, tossing the storage ring he had won from the duel inside. White light flashed in the air, and Wilbur now had fifty thousand and two grace points in the golden hourglass. Fifty thousand grace points from a hundred thousand gold coins, and the