Steve hardly dared to breathe, shaking from head to toe where he stood. The old woman and her family were hell-bent on blaming Wilbur, but the undeniable proof and Elsa's authority made them cower as they looked around anxiously, trying to assess the situation at hand. Faron smirked. "Framing someone is against the law, you know. Once we get to the bottom of this, we're going to confiscate the old lady's pension and then decide what to do with you." The old woman's son and husband panicked at the mention of her pension being confiscated. "You can't do that! What right do you have?" "Well, she broke the law. Did you think she would be above the law just because she was old? Ridiculous," said Faron coldly. The old lady panicked as well. She clambered to her feet at once, yelling, "Like hell you're going to take my pension away from me!" It seemed like the old lady was fine aside from a slight limp. She even looked spunkier than a teenager. Faron smirked. "Keep throwing a
Obviously, Whitney was still oblivious to all of this and did not know that she was now known for being a walking jinx. She was smirking to herself smugly, wondering just how Wilbur was getting taught a fine lesson right then. Meanwhile, Wilbur was actually shaking his head at Steve before turning to Victor who lowered his head at once. Wilbur said, "You did the right thing in the end, so they won't be firing you. However, you're still going to be punished. I hope you've learned your lesson." "I will, Sir." Victor's expression was one of helplessness and regret. He had failed to uphold his values as a government official, letting power get in the way of him acting justly. For that, he deserved to be punished. Faron said, "Victor Myre, report to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection tomorrow. Someone will handle you." "Yes, sir. I'll be there on time for sure," Victor said, hanging his head. Elsa looked at Steve with a chuckle. "You can show up at the Specia
The elder's eyes snapped open, and his gaze landed on the liquor next to Justin. He snatched it up in one swift move, wrenching the cork off and draining its contents like he was starved. After he was done, the elder wiped his mouth and looked at Justin. "What's the matter?" "There's someone I'd like you to kill, sir," said Justin. The elder glanced at Justin. "They must be pretty powerful for you to come asking me for help." "Yes. I think he's a Sanctuary level cultivator," said Justin. The elder barked out a laugh. "You young folks are getting brave, aren't you? Messing with a Sanctuary level cultivator, hm?" "I need this man dead. Please help me just this once, sir," said Justin. The elder fell silent for a beat, before saying, "You've taken good care of my family in the past decade or so, giving me the time and space to focus on cultivating. I thank you for that, but surely I shouldn't have to kill a Sanctuary level to express my gratitude?" Justin's face fell at on
An ancient aura spilled out, filling the demiplane completely. The Crystal Bone was converted to grace points in a split second. Wilbur stared at his newly gained 1,200 grace points. His grin was so wide it almost hurt his face. Sure enough, the Crystal Bone was a contribution of an entirely different level. The screen lit up, displaying a myriad of options. The very first one glittered brightly, practically beckoning at Wilbur. He took a look and was intrigued at once. "Dragonflame, the ancient dragon clan's power to breathe fire. The Dragonflame can destroy anything and everything in its path and increases in power as the cultivator's own skills improve with no limit." Wilbur was drawn to it at once, unable to look away. Powers with no limits were usually the most powerful ones, and this was a special one from the ancient dragon clan. The ancient dragon clan was said to be an immensely powerful tribe during ancient times. Each of their powers was phenomenal withou
Based on the flame serpent's fire resistance, it should recover rapidly even if it suffered any minor burns. It was obvious that Wilbur had overestimated its abilities. The Dragonflame did not seem to be burning out on the flame serpent's body, and it was quickly in a dangerous condition. Wilbur was shocked. He inhaled deeply, sucking the Dragonflame back in and helping the flame serpent narrowly escape a horrifying fate. Wilbur had not expected the Dragonflame to be so powerful. He almost killed the flame serpent. Various burn wounds appeared on the flame serpent's body, and it bared its fangs at Wilbur in indignance and agony. Wilbur chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry about that. I, uhm… I didn't mean it." The flame serpent let out a wail, showing its displeasure. Wilbur hurriedly left his demiplane in a state of regret. This Dragonflame sure was powerful enough to be a fatal move, and his combat prowess had increased once again. "Not bad, you old geezer," Wilbur mumbled t
Eileen laughed. "The Kiwanis Club isn't to be underestimated. I've got my sources, too. You should really get ready for this. He's going to be a real doozy." She turned to leave after that, heading to her room. Wilbur fell silent for a moment before calling Matt. The call connected, and Matt said at once, "Master! I heard someone wants to challenge you at the Drunken Inn. He even said that it was going to be a fight to the death." "A fight to the death?" Wilbur frowned. What enmity could this guy possibly have with him to want a fight to the death? It was important to note that every Sanctuary level cultivator was considered a brilliant fighter. The nation had eyes on all of them, and they themselves had put in a lot of hard work to get to where they were. A Sanctuary level cultivator would never announce such a thing involving another Sanctuary level cultivator unless there was some irreconcilable hatred between them. But judging from what Eileen said, if this man came f
Nancy thought about it for a long time. She had nowhere to go the next day anyway, and the Drunken Inn was a decent choice. After that, she still let out a wry smile. It was all just an excuse because she wanted to see Wilbur. … The next day at noon, Wilbur finished his meditation before he got into his car, driving to the Drunken Inn. The parking lot outside of the Drunken Inn was already full of cars, and it was hard to find a parking spot. After finally managing to find one, he immediately took it. Before he even finished parking, a Maserati rushed over, and a man got out of the car shouting, "That spot is mine." Wilber glanced at the man. It was not a familiar face, and the car had a foreign number plate too. So, Wilbur said, "Sir, I parked here first, I'm sorry." Two women got out of the car as well. They were both in their twenties, with model-like figures and stunning looks. They stood next to the man and looked at Wilbur unhappily. The man was in his thirties an
The man glanced at Wilbur in disdain, "What's so hard about bringing you in? Do you think I, Leonard Thatcher, am that lowly in Jiara Province?" "Then I'd have to trouble you for a bit. What do you think? I'll definitely give you a gift as thanks." Leonard laughed when he heard that, looking at the girls next to him and saying proudly, "Who cares about your gift? Fine then, just give me this parking spot. As long as you're good later, I won't just bring you to the auction, I'll bring you into the Drunken Inn to expand your horizons too. What do you think?" "Thank you, then. I'll give you the spot right now." Wilbur did not hesitate to move his car away, parking somewhere further off before hurrying back. At that moment, Leonard had already parked his car. The two girls wrapped their arms around each of Leonard's arms. Leonard smiled at Wilbur, "I guess you're lucky. Not everyone can enter the Drunken Inn today. Do you see this?" As he said that, the man flashed a small ba