Moose's tricks could be achieved by any cultivator but using them to earn money was something Wilbur had never seen before. Cultivation cost a lot of money, but no cultivator was shameless enough to stoop so low. How could he ever show his face if the other cultivators found out? Moose was truly shameless. Moose said in a low voice, "It depends on whether you have what it takes if you want to help others. Don't act impulsively and risk your own life." "Maybe I'll die, but you definitely don't have what it takes." Wilbur did some research on Moose. He was only a beginner Aura level cultivator. How powerful could he be? Moose was furious. He yelled, "You're outrageous!" He took out a clay jar from the shoulder bag he carried as he spoke. He infused it with his spirit energy. A towering black mist billowed out of the clay jar in the blink of an eye and shrouded the ceiling. Eerie ghost voices echoed within the black mist, and sinister apparitions lurked in the room. The chil
Wilbur's expression turned solemn. He asked coldly, "What did you say?" Moose hurriedly said, "Sir, it's not that I don't want to. My mentor taught me the curse, but he didn't teach me how to break the curse." 'F*ck. His mentor saved a trick up his sleeve?' Wilbur was surprised too. It seemed that he would have to look for Moose's mentor. Those who waited in line were looking at Wilbur with fear and horror at that moment. They looked terrified, as though they were scared of lightning striking them out of nowhere. How could someone control lightning? Was he even human? He was clearly a god! The Mister Moose Chet they admired so much was defeated with only one attack, and he also admitted his defeat. They thought about how they disrespected Wilbur earlier and were shaking in fear. They were scared that Wilbur would not let it go. Wilbur looked at Moose and said, "Tell them. Do you know how to bring prosperity?" Moose sighed and told everyone, "I don't. I was just scamming a
Wilbur nodded. They were siblings, so it was nothing out of the ordinary. They checked into their hotel rooms. Dom and Sammy were exhausted, so they fell asleep immediately. Wilbur started to meditate while lying on his bed. Moose looked anxious in his room. He wanted to run, but he thought about the lightning strike, so he did not dare to. 'If I do run and he catches me, I will be doomed, right?' Moose thought it over and clenched his jaw. He thought to himself, 'It might not be such a bad thing.' With that, he started to sleep too. … The next morning, Wilbur woke up and washed up. Dom and Sammy entered his room after knocking. Moose also obediently came over. Wilbur looked at him and asked, "You played nice, huh?" "I wouldn't dare have any ideas in front of you," said Moose in a pitiful tone. Wilbur chuckled and said, "Good. I won't trouble you any further if you take me to your mentor and break the curse. But if you dare to play any tricks on me, you won't be abl
Dom was enraged by those words. The Shandon family were highly-esteemed in Zealand and had never been humiliated like this before. However, he knew that people like him were not to be messed with, for they had great local influence and were even more powerful than others in their own locality. Dom took a deep breath and held back his anger. "How should I address you?" "The name's Lee Shoreson. You can ask others about me if you have a problem with me." Lee laughed wildly. Dom replied, "Mister Shoreson, the Shandon family is quite a big name in Zealand as well. We'll be sure to give you a big gift once we're done. Why don't we do that instead?" Lee barked out a cold laugh. "Do I look like I need your gifts? Also, this is Cendonville. Don't bother bringing Zealand up. Like I've said, Sammy stays and everyone else can piss off. If you insist on going against me, I'll be sure to beat you into submission." Lee did not seem to respect Dom in the slightest. His expression was no
Wilbur fell silent. Those words terrified Sammy, and she glanced at Wilbur. "Sir, I'm a little scared. You…" "Don't worry. I'm just thinking whether I should get rid of them or not. Do you really think I wouldn't be able to beat his master?" Wilbur knew exactly what Sammy was worried about. Sammy flushed awkwardly and bit her lip. "That's not what I meant." "I'm just telling you there's no need to worry. I can still handle this much," Wilbur said calmly. Moose seemed to have made up his mind then, turning to Wilbur. "Sir, if you really do beat my master… Can you also have her break my curse? I can't take it anymore." Wilbur looked straight at Moose. "I can, but only if you swear to change for the better." "I'll serve you for the rest of my life if you can get my Master to break my curse!" "Please. I'd be a laughingstock if I took a crook like you in." Moose lowered his head in embarrassment. It was true that what he did was less than savory. Wilbur said nothing more
"Moose, are you bringing live sacrifices here this time?" The old woman raised her head, revealing a face that seemed completely devoid of moisture and life. Sammy gasped in terror. She was scared out of her wits. Moose trembled from head to toe, bowing to the old woman. "Master, these people threatened me. I had no choice." Wilbur put Sammy down, letting Dom hold her up as he chuckled at Moose. "Come on, you traitorous bastard!" Moose flushed, not daring to say another word. Wilbur turned to look at the old woman. "Are you Darlene Chancelot?" "That I am. Moose seems pretty afraid of you. That's rather impressive, young man," Darlene rasped. Dom and Sammy were both surprised this time. Neither of them had expected Moose's terrible, evil master to be an old woman. This old woman also looked like she was one foot into the grave, but turned out to be a cultivator instead, the kind that needed countless dead bodies to practice her cultivation. No one would have believed it
Darlene chuckled. "How many of them do you think you can fend off?" She whipped her cane, and hundreds of bodies came charging towards Wilbur with a force that was enough to completely overrun him. Sammy cried out in shock, and Dom's face paled. Moose did not know what to do either. Wilbur formed several seals with one hand in their direction, and a barrier rose around them that blocked the rest of the villagers off. He wielded his thunder cleaver and began attacking those zombies. Upon killing that one zombie from just earlier, Wilbur had understood something. Darlene had wanted all those dead bodies to turn them into zombies. Everyone in this village was a zombie. These zombies looked just like regular people but were no longer living and only operated under Darlene's command. These charmed zombies were not only stronger than regular human beings but also had a large amount of poison stored in their bodies. They did not fear death or pain in the slightest, making
There were only so many Sanctuary level cultivators in the world! That thought made Darlene's smile widen even more. Amidst the thick poisonous fog, Wilbur whipped his cleaver calmly as the blade exploded with powerful spirit energy, taking out one zombie with each blow. He hardly paid any mind to the poisonous fog that came forth, continuing on his massacre. As the battle went on, the expression on Darlene's started changing slowly. Most of the zombies were slain, but Wilbur did not seem to be letting up in the slightest. He did not seem to be poisoned or weakened at all. Darlene was a little confused. Even an Ambience level cultivator would not be able to take on the combined attack of this many zombies, let alone with the addition of the poisonous fog. Wilbur looked up at the air filled with the fog. He noticed that not many zombies were left. He let out a sneer, and the Dragon's Crystal in his body spun as a terrifying spirit energy surged out into his thunder cleaver