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
This undetectable energy aura was definitely special, but it would still be exposed to a dragon clan cultivator. A dragon clan cultivator could sense any and all forms of energy aura within the area covered by their dragon aura, and this special talent was the reason dragon clan cultivators were shunned by many others. No one wanted their secrets to be known, and dragon clan cultivators could detect all forms of energy with no exceptions. The Invisible Blade was tempting, but it cost fifty thousand grace points. Which meant that getting it would use up all the grace points he had. Wilbur looked away, turning to the other options. He was presented with a few more pills and saw something called a Cultivation Pill. One pill would amount to five hundred years of cultivation, and last ten minutes. It cost ten thousand grace points. Wilbur was now poisoned with Tricorpse Beetles and needed the Dragon Trap Formation to pull him out of the state he was in. The Cultivation Pill was de