In fact, she was barely hanging onto her last breath as she stood before everyone else. Wilbur's last blow was something she would never forget. "I really underestimated you," said the lady, shaking her head with a bitter smile. Wilbur stood with his hands behind his back. "Well, there's a price to pay for making such a mistake." "And I have paid that price. However, traitors must be punished too." The lady's gaze turned to Gertridge. Wilbur snorted. "You're only finding out about this now, but Gertridge told me everything that night. Including the fact that you held her brother hostage and used it to blackmail her to betray us and kidnap Faye." The lady stared numbly at Gertridge. "Do you really not care about your brother's life? He's all you've got left." "I called the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense as soon as Gertridge told me what happened. I reckon her brother's probably asleep at home by now," said Wilbur. The lady was dumbfounded. "You're from the
Wilbur headed out and made a beeline for the stationery shop at the east entrance of Westhand College. It was late in the night, and Celine fidgeted anxiously as she waited under the dim lights. Wilbur stopped the car, walking over to him. Celine hurried over at once. "You're finally here!" "What's the matter?" Wilbur asked with a frown. Celine took a deep breath before saying, "Shelby's been taken away by the school board." "Why?" "We were having lunch in the school canteen yesterday afternoon, and Shelby found a rat's head in her food. We were so grossed out that all of us puked. So, we went to the canteen manager to talk to him, but he ended up yelling at us. We got back and Shelby filed a complaint to the school board. She then posted pictures she had taken of the food online." "And then?" asked Wilbur. Celine's expression was fraught with distress. "Someone came to the school tonight and took Shelby away. They said that it was about the food case and had us delet
Wilbur shook his head, before moving his thoughts to the battle from earlier today. The leader of the Riverbank Blossoms had indeed been powerful. The Soulless were every cultivator's worst nightmare. Had it not been for Wilbur's Dragon powers and the energy he had obtained from the crystal skeleton, Wilbur would have had a very hard time going up against her. The other three Sanctuary level cultivators were powerful in their own ways as well. The Riverbank Blossoms were undeniably skilled, but it was a shame they had picked the wrong target. At the thought, Wilbur took the thin sword out of his demiplane to take a closer look at it. The sword was about three feet long and as thick as a pencil. It was unclear what the sword was made of, but it was incredibly sharp. It was practically impossible to detect the sword's presence in the dark, making it perfect for an assassin. More importantly, it was an attributed weapon. Wilbur tried once more to channel his spiritual en
Under the influence of Wilbur's spirit energy, the Book of Sequence displayed a part of its attributes. However, the rest of the attributes were yet to be revealed. Wilbur could sense that this Book of Sequence held a mysterious energy that was incredibly powerful. It would definitely make a top-tier contribution. However, in comparison to that, Wilbur preferred the practicality of the Book of Sequence and the secrets it held. Even Wilbur himself had not been able to reveal all of the book's attributes. What was the extent of its true power, then? The thought made Wilbur make up his mind at once. He was not going to contribute the book and the thin sword. Instead, he planned to make them his own personal weapons. Unless it was a matter of life and death, the Book of Sequence was actually even more powerful than the thin sword. Wilbur did not know where the elder had even gotten such a thing, but he was more than happy to have it for himself. The thought made Wilbur'
Since that was the case, Wilbur could not be blamed for what he was about to do. Wilbur pulled up at the school in a fit of rage, leaping over the walls to Shelby's dorm building to save time. After asking for their room number, he took the stairs up. Everyone else in the dorm building seemed oblivious to his presence. It only took a little spirit energy to hide from the consciousness of a regular mortal, which was child's play for Wilbur. He arrived to see Shelby's dorm in a state of disarray as if there had been a robbery. Shelby, Yasmine, and Celine were huddled up together on one bed, trembling against each other. Shelby nearly wept when she caught sight of Wilbur. "Wilbur!" Willbur hurried over to comfort them, dragging up a stool to sit by the bed. "Could you tell me the gist of what happened?" "Last night we came back and saw that the school board had posted a notice saying that the rat's head found in the canteen food was actually a duck's head and clarified
The chef nodded in Wilbur's direction, and the blonde thug swaggered over with his men. "You want a piece of me, huh?" Wilbur glanced at him. "What are you staring at? Never seen a top dog before?" the guy asked loudly, making the men behind him crack up laughing. Wilbur's gaze narrowed, and he got to his feet. He took a step forward, and it was followed by a series of thumps and clangs. By the time Wilbur returned to his seat, the thug and all his men were lying on the ground and crying out in agony. Even the chef was at a loss for words, staring at Wilbur like he had just seen a ghost. Wilbur eyed him back coldly, saying nothing. The chef trembled all over, pointing a shaking finger at Wilbur. "How dare you physically assault someone on school grounds?" "There isn't much I wouldn't dare to do," said Wilbur coldly. He then paid the chef no mind, gesturing for Shelby and her friends to come over to sit down with him. The three girls looked at him in admiration. Th
Wilbur retorted coldly, "Well, who was it who reported the case, and what was the case even about?" "That's none of your business," said Hector. Wilbur sneered. This Hector guy was clearly here to back the owner of Sal's Tacos up. What was this nonsense about investigating a report? Why would there only be one person here for that? What a joke. "I'm warning you, Hector. You're a member of the education board, so it's best to operate on a good, pure conscience. Otherwise, you might regret it," Wilbur warned. Hector's expression darkened. "Are you trying to lecture me?" "What's wrong? Are you above that?" Wilbur stared at Hector coldly. For some reason, Hector's chest seemed to tighten under the stare. He pretended to stay calm. "Sal, call the police. Someone's broken into Westhand College and physically assaulted a dozen people, causing a public disruption." The owner, Sal, nodded and took out his phone. After making a call, he smirked at Wilbur. "Just wait till
Wilbur looked at Shia coldly. "What's so ridiculous about what I just said? Shelby and her friends saw it for themselves, and they were the victims." "Yes, these guys trashed our dorm and threatened us! I'll gladly testify to that!" "I can testify as well." "Me too!" Celine and Yasmine spoke up one after the other, bravely taking a stand. Shia was starting to go purple from his rage. He had not expected Shelby and her friends to be so rebellious. Shia glared at them viciously. "It appears that you girls don't want to continue studying here anymore." Wilbur flew to his feet at once. "Shia Tasdo. You have threatened these students repeatedly. Don't you think that's a bit too much?" "What did you just say? Who the hell do you think you are?" Shia retorted, refusing to believe that he could not win over Shelby and the rest as well as this young man within his own territory. A crisp sound rang through the air. Wilbur had landed a slap on Shia's face. The blow sent h