"Thank you, sir. I'll wait here for you." Gage was clearly relieved. Wilbur hung up and scoffed. Who dared to confiscate his belongings? With that, he went out and drove toward the Eastern Sun District. The Eastern Sun District was a district near Seechertown less than a hundred kilometers away, so he was able to reach there relatively quickly. Wilbur called Gage after arriving in the district and asked for his specific location, then followed his direction all the way to the destination. He arrived at the gates of a chemical factory in the Eastern Sun District and saw more than ten men in security uniforms. They were gathered at the gates, chatting and laughing away. Wilbur got out of his car and approached them. "Hold it. What do you want?" A security guard around his thirties stepped forward and shouted at Wilbur. Wilbur replied, "I'm the owner of this batch of ores. I'm here to retrieve my goods." "Alright. Go on in," the security guard teased smugly. Wilbur ask
They looked at Wilbur and reluctantly sat back down. Buff sipped his tea before calmly explaining, "Young man, you're probably not aware of this. We used to fight our way to the top, but now that I'm older, I don't want blood on my hands anymore. So, you better behave yourself. We can talk this through peacefully. Don't make me resort to violence." Wilbur laughed and said, "Alright. But you're asking me for ten million dollars as compensation. Isn't that too much?" "Too much?" Buff laughed and said, "It's just compensation. I'm not asking you to buy the factory. I'm being nice because you wouldn't be able to leave without paying at least thirty million dollars in the past." Wilbur fell silent for a moment before he said slowly, "It looks like you're quite a tyrant here." "I wouldn't say that, but people respect the name Buff Lestrade, alright?" Wilbur said, "Let me check on my men first. We can negotiate further if they're safe." "Fine. All is well if you're willing to ge
Soon, a sports car slowly drove into the chemical factory. A middle-aged man in his fifties got out of the car. He had a squarish face and he looked intimidating when he was not smiling. Buff and his two companions immediately greeted him when he got out of the car. "Mister Denmark, you have to help me. They dared to hit me on our turf. This is a disrespect to you," said Buff in a sobbing tone. The man who was called Mister Denmark seemed annoyed. He asked, "Why can't you do your job properly? Do I have to clean up your mess every time?" "Mister Denmark, they damaged my factory room and equipment, yet they're unwilling to compensate, and they even beat us up. How are we supposed to make a living if you don't interfere?" Buff whined pitifully. Mister Denmark frowned and said, "That's outrageous. Let's go. Show me who he is." Buff and the others were instantly overjoyed. He led Mister Denmark to his office. The man was Zimmer Denmark, a combat expert in the Eastern Sun Di
Wilbur looked at Zimmer and frowned. He asked, "Do we know each other?" "Sir, I attended the party hosted by the Owens clan, so I witnessed your glory," said Zimmer cautiously. It was an unforgettable battle for Zimmer. Wilbur was like a god who killed the demonic Saint level cultivator, Jeremy Owens. He was very powerful. Zimmer found it difficult to reach the heights of such a powerful individual. He would never achieve that level of power in his lifetime, and he would be spending his whole life looking up to Wilbur. Wilbur nodded slowly. There were hundreds of people back then, so he could not remember everyone. "It looks like Buff Lestrade asked you to come.". Zimmer hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare! I only heard from Buff that someone damaged the factory equipment and hit them. He asked me for help, so I'm here to find out what happened. I didn't expect you to be here, sir." "Do you believe him?" asked Wilbur casually. Zimmer interrupted by replying, "No way. Si
"Are you a member of the Cultivators Association?" asked Wilbur. Zimmer hurriedly replied, "I am, sir." Wilbur said slowly, "Good. The Eastern Sun District had a bully like that under your watch, so you're responsible too. I'm punishing you by reflecting on your mistakes for a month. Do you have a problem with that?" "No, sir. I'm responsible for that and I'm willing to accept any punishment," said Zimmer while he knelt. Wilbur nodded and said, "I'm giving you a light punishment because it's not a big deal, but if anyone like him appears in the Eastern Sun District again, I'll punish you as I see fit." "Yes, sir. I will remember this lesson and reflect on my mistakes. I promise this won't happen again," Zimmer said. Wilbur stood and told Gage, "Get someone for the delivery and ship the goods to Sealake Island as soon as possible." "Yes, sir," Gage replied in a very respectful tone. Wilbur glanced around after he said that. Everyone lowered their heads cautiously. After
A mysterious formation appeared as a hexagram with many runes connecting at the center. The pattern of the formation shined when Wilbur infused it with his spiritual energy. The center of the formation ignited with burning flames. Wilbur smiled, and then he tossed the ore piece by piece into the formation. The ore melted upon contact with the fire. They turned into ashes, but the gold spirit inside was filtered and stayed in the formation. It took him two hours to melt all the ore and obtain the gold spirit. The next step was the important part. Wilbur sat next to the formation and kept infusing it with spiritual energy. The fire of the formation kept burning, ridding the unwanted dirt from the gold spirit. There was no concept of day and night in the demiplane, so he did not know how much time had passed. The formation finally had a big piece of metal that was twinkling. It was the gold spirit of the highest purity. Wilbur let out a long breath and wiped the sweat off
The thunder cleaver had established a connection with him in his consciousness, and it had the ability to penetrate defenses. It was amazing. It was very hard for weapons to have additional attributes. Normally, only professional alchemists were able to achieve a feat like that. This weapon had an additional attribute, which was akin to him gaining an additional ability. It was evident that this would increase his combat effectiveness. The attribute of defense penetration was nice, and it was very threatening to those with a strong body. Wilbur would have the upper hand with the thunder cleaver if he was fighting someone at his level. Once hit by the thunder cleaver, that person's defenses would break no matter how powerful they were. One would immediately suffer from severe injuries if their defenses were weak. Those who were inferior to a Saint level cultivator would basically be dead. "Awesome," Wilbur exclaimed. He was impressed by his achievement. He was not an a
Ryder and Skyler nodded in response. The land was truly a blessed place. Ryder suddenly took his phone out and glanced at the screen. He said, "Deacon, there's a mission." "What's going on? Can't I get some rest?" asked Wilbur in a displeased tone. Ryder ran towards the office. Wilbur had no choice but to follow him. Skyler and Eileen looked at each other and went away. Ryder was in front of the computer when Wilbur reached the office. "Sir, according to the orders from headquarters, there has been a supernatural incident in Rivertune City. They instructed you to go and handle it." "What the hell? A supernatural incident?" "According to the information, someone murdered three people by sucking their blood dry before escaping. The local police and special agents couldn't handle it, so they applied to transfer the case to the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. "F*ck," Wilbur cursed under his breath. However, he had no choice but to comply because he was paid