Howard walked up to the man in a suit at once, whispering in his ear. The man in a suit looked around the cafe and slowly made his way over. "The real boss is here. He's an Aura level cultivator. Do a good job, Skyler," Wilbur chuckled. Skyler laughed. "Don't worry, Boss. I'll handle this Aura level bastard." Skyler did not seem to pay any mind to the man in the suit, and Wilbur himself was rather disappointed. The most powerful man in Lincoln City was merely an Aura level cultivator. The man in the suit sat down at Wilbur and Skyler's table. His bodyguards stood behind him, followed by a furious and injured Howard by the side, glaring at Wilbur. "How should I address you two gentlemen?" The man in the suit asked politely. Skyler chuckled. "Skyler White. This is my boss, Wilbur Penn." The man in the suit said. "I see. It's nice to meet you. I heard you beat my men up, so I thought I'd come over and have a look. I'll be sure to have them apologize if they did anything wron
Howard saw the dazed look on Wilbur and Skyler's faces and smiled murderously. "Shaking in your boots now? The Anne family isn't to be messed with, and you're going to pay for what you've done." Wilbur looked at the man in the suit. "What's your name?" "Tenson Anne," said the man. He stuck out two of his fingers, and the bodyguards behind him hurried up to place a cigar between the fingers and lit it up with a specialized lighter. Wilbur cracked up at the sight, then glanced at Howard. "His last name is Zemek. I'm pretty sure he isn't part of the Anne family." "Yes, but he's one of my men," Tenson said calmly. Wilbur sat back down, and Skyler did the same. There was a strange smile on Skyler's face. "Say, does your family know about these men you have here in Lincoln City?" Wilbur asked. Tenson chuckled. "I support my clan financially, and that should be enough. Even my clan leader doesn't question what I do. They even gave me their full support. That's just how a clan wo
Wilbur scoffed and turned to Skyler. "Break him." Since this man was still being so cocky, there was no point in negotiations anymore. Skyler had been waiting for orders to strike and got to his feet at once. The two bodyguards behind Tenson shouted, charging toward him. Skyler punched twice and sent the bodyguards collapsing to the ground with a dull thud. He then turned to Tenson, walking over slowly. Tenson's expression darkened, and his aura surged forth from his body as he raised his hands to strike at Skyler's neck and ribs. The two moves would be fatal if they connected. However, Skyler used Splitmove and Tenson lost sight of his target immediately. He reeled in shock, realizing that he was going against an expert. Skyler appeared behind Tenson right after, landing a heavy blow squarely on his back. Tenson coughed up a mouthful of blood as he went flying, knocking into tables and chairs on the way. Skyler followed closely behind him, grabbing one of Tenson's ar
Tenson was scared out of his wits. He could hardly believe that Wilbur was acquainted with his clan leader and that his clan leader treated Wilbur with so much respect too. It was clear to Tenson from Sam's tone alone that Wilbur was no ordinary man. His clan leader was definitely no match for Wilbur either, especially with him addressing Wilbur as 'senior'. How did Sam and Wilbur know each other, though? Also, there was the clan elder who was a Sanctuary level cultivator! How could he tolerate Sam addressing Wilbur like that? Tenson felt like his heart fell into a chasm, but he was still unwilling to relent as he shouted, "Master Sam, I've done nothing but pour my heart and soul into supporting the Anne family financially! You can't do this to me! Tell Elder Weston to come to the phone, I'm going to kill this guy!" "How dare you, Tenson?" Sam was able to guess what had happened from Tenson's tone alone. This bastard must have gotten himself into trouble, going against Wilb
Sam scoffed and ordered Tenson to be taken back to Anne Village at once so someone could replace him. Sam then comforted and apologized to the cafe owner. He paid for all the losses incurred and added on a huge sum of money before promising that nothing like this would ever happen again. The cafe owner stared at the hundred thousand dollars in his account blankly. The cafe was not even worth a hundred thousand dollars. What just happened? At last, he let out a long sigh as he remembered Wilbur's words from earlier. What an amazing person he must be. … It was evening by the time Wilbur and Skyler returned to Sealake Island. Wilbur's first order of business upon getting back was finding an empty space in the bamboo forest. He then took out the piece of land with the spirit sap from his demiplane and planted it into the empty space, with the flame tree and the spirit sap in the middle. The spirit sap was preserved perfectly, seeping into the garden slowly. Faron, Elsa,
Wilbur frowned. "As the spirit sap and these plants begin to let out spirit aura, others will eventually notice it, which isn't a good thing." Everyone else nodded. It would be hard to keep the peace here if anyone were to know about something so precious. Wilbur continued, "So, I'm going to need something to lay down a formation that seals the spirit aura in here. That way, the spirit aura will only grow more powerful here and it'll also be undetectable to anyone outside." "That's a great idea!" The crowd nodded. "However, I'm going to need some incredibly hard material to make this formation. It needs to be hard enough to withstand the spirit energy of the spells I'm going to carve into it. Keep an eye out for things like that," Wilbur said. Faron frowned. "What are we looking for?" "Maybe something like ancient jade, the kind that's been around for over a thousand years," Wilbur said. Everyone else was in shock at once. How on earth were they supposed to find something
"I know these people. They might not be after me now, but I can swear to you that someone's going to try to kill me the second I step out of Seechertown," Gertridge said. Wilbur smirked. "That's your problem. Just don't cause me any trouble or you'll get it." "Of course! I'm a law-abiding citizen now. I even have a job," Gertridge said. Wilbur stared at her. A top-grade assassin was having to look for a job? Gertridge noticed the look on Wilbur's face and shrugged. "What? I'm broke, dude. I'm used to spending all the money I have. I don't have any savings." Wilbur shook his head and got back to eating. Gertridge did the same. After Wilbur was done eating, he got up to pay. Gertridge called out to him, looking at him pitifully. "Can you cover for me too? I just started working, so I haven't gotten my pay yet." "F*cking hell," Wilbur cursed, but he paid Gertridge's bill nonetheless before turning to leave. A smile appeared on Gertridge's face. Wilbur drove all the way t
"Hey, watch your tone," the shop owner said, obviously displeased. The man chuckled. "Dude, if you're going to pay that much for a Goldmoon, I've got plenty of them at home." Wilbur stopped short. It sounded too good to be true. "Do you really have Goldmoon, sir?" Wilbur was still suspicious. After all, the antique industry was filled with scammers. The man chuckled, looking at Wilbur in disdain. "My family's in the mining industry. We dug up no less than fifty tons of this stuff half a year ago. They're still at the mine." No less than fifty tons? Wilbur was overjoyed. Thirty tons of Goldmoon was more than enough to make a formation. Heck, it was even enough to make a weapon. He handed the man a cigarette, smiling at him. "I'll take all of it! You can charge me just based on this stone, how's that?" "Uhm, sure. We haven't got any use for it anyway," the man said haughtily. Wilbur calculated the amount in his head. The Goldmoon he had right now was about thirty pounds