That was enough to prove that the upper dimensions were a dangerous place to a regular cultivator. Thus, Wilbur planned to make sure he found his footing in the upper dimensions before getting Felix to join him. With Wilbur's help, Augheimer and Felix would not have such a hard time. After making up his mind, Wilbur decided to get the five hundred thousand gold coins on his own. He had two and a half months left now, and it would be impossible for him to rely on killing beasts to earn bronze coins. Thus, Wilbur had to think of a way to make money fast. After giving it some thought, he decided to strike up a deal with the cultivators. Wilbur came to the outskirts of Tevinter Town, where he saw a cultivator beating another cultivating to a pulp. Wilbur hurried over to help the wounded cultivator up, before asking, "Do you need my help? Fifty gold coins to get you out alive, a hundred to teach your opponent a lesson too." "I'll give you fifty gold coins! I just don't want him to
"No, no. I'd like for you to channel your power into this formation here and activate the portal to the upper dimensions so I can advance there to cultivate." Heaton looked around him amidst the white light, before lighting up with emotion. "This is Mount Bronc! Good heavens, are you trying to forcefully open a dimensional portal?" "That's right. It's a wish of mine, Mister Heaton. You said that one favor would cost five hundred thousand gold coins, didn't you? Well, now I'd like you to release some of your power into the formation. Can't you even do something so small? Or… is it that you can't do it?" "How dare you! I made a promise to you, so I'm going to keep it! I'd just give it more thought if I were you. You only have three hundred thousand years of cultivation in you. It's going to be hard for you to survive when you get to the upper dimensions." "That's a choice I've made, Mister Heaton. I won't blame you for it. Please, help me out here." "Alright, alright. I'll help
"Conrad? What the hell?" Wilbur's eyes widened in shock as Conrad smirked at him. "Oh, Wilbur. Did you really think I hadn't noticed you following me around for a month?" "I'll let you in on a little secret. All of this was Mister Odysseus' plan. You thought that you'd be able to hide the fact that you and Augheimer killed Adela, but Mister Odysseus knew about this a long time ago. He's been plotting for three months, all so he could kill you today. Didn't you really want to kill me, Wilbur? Come on, go for it! Once you step out of that formation, you'll be able to take me down for sure. You wouldn't give your life up for something like that though, would you? You selfish bastard, your cultivation wouldn't even be enough for you to hold up in the upper dimensions! You'd be dead for sure!" Conrad glowered at Wilbur as if he wanted to grind him to a pulp between his teeth. After all, Wilbur was the reason Conrad and Edmund were in this state. The two of them had no power and status
"Come on out, Edmund." "Yes, Mister Odysseus." Just as Odysseus' words rang through the air, Teller Andrew stepped out from behind Odysseus. Teller smirked at Wilbur coldly. "Long time no see, Mister Trevor Penn." "Teller? What? You…." "Yes, I was Edmund the whole time. I was at the Robert family grounds, but you never recognized me. But you mustn't be too sad, Wilbur. After all, I only found out that you were Wilbur through Conrad. Hohoho, it's been a while, honorable Mister Penn." Edmund's real appearance was revealed. He was covered in blood, holding a dagger that startled Wilbur upon realizing whom it belonged to. "That's the dagger I gifted Senior Horne, why do you have it? What…" "Hahahaha! Yes, I killed Felix Horne." Edmund's smile grew. "I stabbed him to death myself, using the dagger he treasured so dearly as a weapon. Every stab sprayed me with his blood, Wilbur. That's how your dear servant died." Edmund's gaze turned cold. "His blood is my revenge!" Wilbur w
In less than three minutes, Wilbur stabbed Edmund three thousand six hundred times. By the end, Edmund's body stopped bleeding, but he was still conscious. "Ahhh!" Wilbur raised his head and let out an angry roar, his mind filled with memories of Felix. Then, the violent dragon aura surged into Edmund's body. With a boom, Edmund's body exploded into dust, scattering in the wind. Clapping sounds could be heard. Odysseus did not make a move himself. He seemed to appreciate what Wilbur had done and applauded, saying with a smile, "Conrad and Edmund together planned the slaughter of Felix. I'll leave him to you." After speaking, Odysseus grabbed Conrad and threw him into the air. Wilbur flashed and appeared in front of Conrad. In an instant, the Magic Dragon Blade went right through Conrad's chest. Conrad looked at Wilbur in extreme terror, unable to believe that Wilbur's strength had improved so much in such a short time. In the end, in utter fear, Conrad's eyes went blank, an
The violent explosion instantly turned Augheimer into dust. Almost simultaneously, the white light from the magic circle shot up into the sky and disappeared without a trace. A flash of white light appeared before Wilbur's eyes, and he found himself lying in a snowfield. Snowflakes danced in the sky, and Wilbur, lying on the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Recalling what had just happened, Wilbur felt a wave of pain. At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from ahead. Moments later, a tall man appeared in front of Wilbur, looking at him with a kind expression, and said, "How are you? Are you alright?" Wilbur looked up at the man and realized it was Heaton, the cultivator who had just saved him. "I'm fine. Thank you for saving me earlier. I was just… Right, this is the upper dimensions, isn't it?" "Yes, this is indeed the upper dimensions," Heaton replied. Wilbur tried to stand up from the ground but was once again forced down by the suddenly incr
After hearing Wilbur's words, Heaton could not help but burst into laughter, saying, "You’ve only cultivated for thirty thousand years, and you dared to ascend to the upper dimensions for cultivation. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But what’s even more baffling is that you actually want to return to the lower dimensions. You must know that from the past to the present, and even in the future, countless cultivators have dreamed of ascending to the upper dimensions for cultivation. Once here, almost no one ever wants to return to the lower dimensions, or even the middle dimensions." He gave Wilbur a long, hard look and continued, "And yet, you tell me that you want to go back to the lower dimensions. Haha, that’s a dream only a child would have. Never mind, it seems I’ve misjudged you. From now on, you’ll stay here and guard the snowy mountain for me. Sometimes I go to the city for a bit of fun, and I might be gone for a hundred years at a time. You can stay here, cultivate while
Every cultivator capable of creating a dwelling was incredibly powerful. The snowy mountain where Wilbur and Heaton resided was a dwelling Heaton had crafted using his own power. Wilbur initially thought this area was entirely covered in snow and ice. However, looking out from the mountain, he could see a lush green meadow at its base, a landscape completely different from the snowy peak, as if it belonged to a different season altogether. If it were not for Heaton's reminder, Wilbur might not have believed his eyes. Cultivators who could create their own dwellings typically lived outside the main cities. According to the rules of the upper dimensions, any cultivator who intruded into another's dwelling would receive no protection. Therefore, if an intruder were slain by the resident cultivator, the authorities would not impose any punishment. Because of this, even though Wilbur's cultivation level was only thirty thousand years, far below the one hundred thousand years typicall