It was only after the two were done with lunch when Lucian finally returned with some items that he had bought. Looking at the open food packets, Lucian couldn’t help but smile as he said, “Enjoyed your lunch?” “Ah, you’re back, uncle Grubb! I’ll go get some lunch for you,” replied Aiden as he got to his feet. “I’ve already eaten. Regardless, come look at the great bargains I got! Had I bought them elsewhere, the price would’ve easily been twofold!” said Lucian with a wave of his hand. Upon hearing that, Gerald curiously watched as Lucian opened the boxes he had just brought in. As it turned out, Lucian had bought some herbs, but Gerald wasn’t sure what kinds of herbs they were. Noticing Gerald’s confusion, Lucian then pointed at one of the herbs before explaining, “That there, is Polargrass. This fine specimen, on the other hand, is a five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng…” Once Lucian was done explaining about the herbs, Gerald simply nodded as he said, “It seems that even the
“What is?” asked Aiden as he stared in the same direction as Gerald was, not knowing what Gerald was looking for. “…It’s nothing. Either way, back to the stroll,” replied Gerald as he shook his head. Until he got a better understanding of the situation, Gerald didn’t really want to tell Aiden about all this, fearing that he would trouble him. That way, if he needed that old woman’s help, Aiden wouldn’t be able to stop him. Regardless, the second he stepped outside, Gerald saw that the streets were now packed with vendors. With so many people walking about, Gerald would’ve definitely assumed that this noisy place was a market had not known any better… Leaning against Gerald, Aiden then muttered in an indifferent tone, “You know, despite there being so many stalls, they only extend to a few hundred meters up ahead. It really makes you wonder why they’d just decide to cram themselves in a concentrated area…” “Maybe that’s as far as they’re allowed to go,” replied Gerald—who knew t
Either way, Gerald wasn’t interested in those things at all. In fact, he wasn’t even planning to shop anytime soon. His priority was to investigate a bit more on what had taken place last night. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be talking about his encounter with that old man. Though that was relieving to hear, Gerald knew that he still needed to look for that old woman. He, for one, believed that she wasn’t as simple as she appeared, and that he’d probably uncover most of the island’s secrets the second he got her to talk… Regardless, upon reaching the area where stalls were becoming increasingly sparse, Gerald turned to look at Aiden before saying, “Let’s head back.” “Yeah… Honestly, this isn’t as lively as I imagined it to be…” muttered Aiden in a slightly disappointed tone. “You’re getting auctions and parties mixed up… Speaking of the auction, I wonder if there’ll be any good stuff there tomorrow…” replied Gerald with a chuckle as he turned around… only to notice a young man in
Feeling something cold against his neck, the man then looked down… and realized that there was a dagger against his throat! “Care explaining why you’re following me?” asked Gerald as he squinted his eyes. “Y-you’ve got it wrong, brother! I have no reason to follow you around!” replied the young man with a gulp as he smiled awkwardly while raising both his hands. Upon hearing that, Gerald was slightly taken aback. After all, not only did the young man not choose to resist or threaten him, but he didn’t fluctuate his essential qi at all! Though he wasn’t expecting such a reaction, Gerald simply took a deep breath before replying, “…Is this because I trespassed to the forbidden area last night?” “…Forbidden area?” asked the young man, utterly confused. After all, he had no idea that Gerald had headed to Mount Nimbus last night. All he had been told was that the boy possessed the Herculean Primordial Spirit and that he wasn’t allowed to leave the island… Pointing toward Mount Nim
“I’ve heard rumors that the island can’t be located unless auctions are held here. Is that true?” asked Gerald as he looked at Yaacob. “I… can’t really answer that since this is the first I’m hearing about the rumor myself! In case you doubt me, know that though we’re in charge of maintaining order here, we aren’t usually allowed to be on the island unless we’re ordered to. With that said, we come here about the same time as all of you do.” Replied Yaacob as he shook his head. Sensing that Yaacob wasn’t lying, Gerald then sighed as he replied, “…Alright. Then tell me what else you know about this place…” “Well, there’s a lot of good food here! Allow me to lead you to them!” exclaimed Yaacob with a glint of excitement in his eyes. Upon hearing that, Gerald didn’t really know whether to feel happy or sad. While it was true that he now knew that the organizer wasn’t planning on making a move on him just yet—thus ensuring Aiden and Lucian’s safety—, he still had no idea what Yaacob
Though Yaacob didn’t appear too suspicious and mostly felt trustworthy to Gerald, the man was still part of the organizer’s family. Since Gerald knew little about that family, he remained rightfully vigilant around Yaacob. Regardless, since Yaacob followed Gerald all the way back to his room, Aiden—who had been lying on the couch—instantly got up before asking, “…Who’s this, then?” “He’s just a friend I got to know. Regardless, ‘friend’, you won’t be staying with us, correct? After all, there are only three rooms and three beds here,” replied Gerald—who clearly didn’t want Aiden to know the whole story yet—as he turned to look at Yaacob. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll just go get another room!” said Yaacob as he shook his head, knowing that his mission was merely to keep a close eye on Gerald, not to be at his side at all times. Either way, once Yaacob left, Gerald could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Pouring himself a glass of water, Gerald then asked, “Speaking of which,
Despite his status, Walter looked less like a majestic family head and more like a father worried for his daughter’s life. Regardless, upon hearing that, Third elder immediately bowed slightly before saying, “Indeed. His name is Gerald Crawford, and he’s still on the island. Yaacob is keeping an eye on him just in case he tries to leave…” “What of his family’s background?” asked Walter. “He appears to be a solitary cultivator. Strangely enough, I’ve yet to find out anything about his family’s background,” muttered Third elder, seemingly unconvinced with his own results. “…Are you absolutely sure? You know how impossible that sounds, right?” replied Walter with a sigh. “…Well… Young mistress was the first to sense his Herculean Primordial Spirit… Even I was able to sense it when the boy—for some odd reason—attempted to enter Mount Nimbus last night…” explained Third elder as he shook his head. “Come now, how could a solitary cultivator be the one to possess the Herculean Pri
“Then what are you waiting for, Mia? You have less than a year left! If we don’t act quick, the boy may leave and we may not be able to locate him again!” replied Walter in an urgent tone. After all, his daughter’s life was on the line! Upon hearing that, Mia couldn’t help but blush as she muttered, “…Please leave me and my father be for a moment…” Nodding in response, Third Elder and the others quickly left the room… Once they were gone, Mia clenched her sleeves before adding in a tiny voice, “…Father, I’m sure you’re aware of what I have to do with that boy in order to cure the cold poison in my body…” After a brief pause, Walter then replied, “…I’m well aware.” “Then can I at least get to know this person first…? I need to at least be able to accept him before allowing him to treat my cold poison, right…?” said Mia, feeling extremely embarrassed. “…You’re being too picky! While I know that it’d be best if you could be together with that boy, beggars can’t be choosers. If
Watching in fury as his black air blade dissipated, Daryl roared, “W-what power…!” As Daryl was too shocked to move, Gerald took the chance to yell, “Attack…!” And just like that, a blazing light momentarily lit the entire sky…! As surges of energy shot out in all directions, Daryl’s devilish formation was reduced to dust in a matter of seconds! “No…!” howled the anguished Daryl as the earth beneath him cracked and clouds of dust flew everywhere! It was chaos incarnate… yet moments later, everything fell deathly silent. Gerald himself had already vomited a pool of blood by now, and as he fell unconscious, he could feel his body freezing up… Fast forward to three years later, Mayberry Commercial Street was as lively as ever… “Darling, it’s your brother’s wedding day today… Shouldn’t we head over earlier? You’ve been dolling yourself up for ages!” “Fine, dad… Though, isn’t Second Uncle already there to help set things up? That aside, my brother’s gone through so many hardsh
‘Daryl’s been possessed by the Supreme Devilish Lord for ages, and the lord himself has been using your grandfather’s body to attempt his resurrection! This cycle has been repeating for years, and the Supreme Devilish Lord has already captured many people with Yin physiques but thankfully failed! This grew so out of hand that the Soluna Deus Sect, or Sun League as you call them, have actively been trying to force the Supreme Devilish Lord to show himself!’ ‘In order to further deter the Supreme Devilish Lord’s efforts, they’ve even been kidnapping people with Yin physiques! Do you see the entire picture now, boy?’ explained Finnley. ‘…So that’s the truth… Then, how’s Mila?’ asked Gerald. ‘She’s fine, but your reunion depends on whether we can destroy him this time!’ replied one of the white-robed ladies. That was relieving to hear… Still, as it turned out, the Sun League weren’t villains at all! They had simply been abducting people like his second uncle, Mila, and Leo for the
His chest felt like it was exploding, and it didn’t take long for blood to spurt out of his mouth. What immense devilish power…! Following a sneer, the Nirvadevil sect’s master scoffed, “I know you raised your cultivation level this high because you want to learn more about the Sun League, but you should understand that devilish cultivators will always be stronger! Did you really think that acquiring the angelic inheritance would give you absolute power? How laughable! Your Herculean Primordial Spirit won’t save you this time!” Furrowing his brows, Gerald retorted, “…Who on earth are you? How do you know me so well? In fact, how do you know about my Herculean Primordial Spirit?” Laughing in response, the master then said, “Oh, you’ll know who I am soon! But before that, allow me to snatch your Herculean Primordial Spirit! I need to destroy it so that the sacred Primordial Devilish Internal Pellet can reign supreme…!” Upon hearing that, Gerald couldn’t help but frown even more.
“…This formation. It feels… familiar,” muttered Sanchez. “Same thought here. I think it’s the Septelic Perishment Formation of the ancient Black Dragon Sect!” replied Gerald. “Ah, no wonder it felt so familiar… Though, wasn’t this formation lost to time ages ago? How did you learn of it?” asked the surprised Sanchez. The formation had been a legendary one that, as Sanchez had said, had been lost at the end of the ancient era. Just from its name alone, one could imagine that this immensely powerful formation had been used against the people of the Deitus Realm. In the end, however, the allies of the Deitus Realm still managed to destroy the Black Dragon Sect, thus leading to the destruction of all the sect’s other mysterious and bizarre formations… Naturally, they had made sure to obliterate all of them to ensure that nobody in the future would be able to threaten them like that again in the future… Whatever the case was, Gerald was quick to reply, “I read about it somewhere. Ho
Upon hearing Gerald’s question, Lord Ethern was prompted to reveal a few samples of the herbs they were locating… and it wasn’t long before Gerald felt his eyes twitch. After all, those samples were herbs inherited by the ancient witches… In other words, they were the ones he was for as well! Naturally, Marcel recognized them as well, and he was quick to say, “…These…” Noticing how the two were looking at the herbs, Darkwind muttered, “…I take it that the herbalist they’re looking for really is Ms. Phoebe, Mr. Crawford?” “…Well, it’s hard to say if she is since Marcel already said that the timing wasn’t right… Regardless, this is an important clue. Lord Ethern, was it? Could you elaborate a bit more on your master?” muttered Gerald as he turned to face the man again. “I really can’t say…! Look, Master always appears before us in a shadowy form, so none of us have ever seen his face!” replied Lord Ethern while shaking his head. “…Is that the truth?” “I swear on my life!” exc
“Flaxen, you bloody traitor…!” roared the three other lords who grew so angry that their faces went red!However, they had no time to remain angry since the Blancetnoir Double Lords and Sanchez had already made their move! As one would expect, it only took a single round for all three of the lords to crumble to the ground.With his eyes wide open, Lord Ethern stuttered, “Who… Who the hell are you people…?!”“You don’t need to know that information. That aside, tell us what you four are planning to do already,” scoffed Gerald as he slowly approached the three defeated men.“…Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think I’ll comply so easily?” growled Lord Ethren.Upon hearing that, Gerald raised his hand… and within a split second, Lord Ethern let out a bone-chilling wail. The Blancetnoir Double Lords had just snapped both of the poor man’s arms!“If you want your other limbs intact, don’t make me repeat the question,” growled Gerald.Now terrified, the agonized man replied,
From what Gerald could tell, all of them were devilish cultivators. After all, their auras were way different compared to regular cultivators like Gerald and demonic cultivators like Sanchez. Though he had read about devilish cultivators before in one of Uncle Zeman’s books, this was his first time actually coming across them. It was a while later when the frowning Sanchez muttered, “So, they want to ambush some herb lady… Is she the one we’re looking for?” Sanchez, for one, had pretty much been frowning throughout his journey with Gerald. His only hope at the moment was for Gerald to find the person he was looking for as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knew how long that boy would continue controlling his life! Regardless, Marcel was quick to add, “I had the same thought, Mr. Crawford. After all, Phoebe excels not only in pharmacology, but also in all sorts of special techniques and formations!” Watching as Gerald nodded, the Blancetnoir Double Lords couldn’t help but scoff,
There were two straightforward purposes of the trip. The first was to find Phoebe, the descendant of the ancient witches. Only by finding her would Gerald have a chance to locate Daryl’s hideout… Hopefully the Yinblood pellet—that was now in his hands—would aid with that effort… As for the second goal, he was hoping to retrieve the inheritance according to the Zearl’s instructions. After all, he’d only stand a fighting chance against Daryl and the Soluna Sect after getting the inheritance. While it was true that Gerald’s cultivation level was currently one of the highest in all of the cultivation realm, the fact remained that Daryl practiced devilish cultivation, and those from the Soluna Deus Sect were already in the Deitus Realm. In other words, he was merely an ant to them, which was why he was making sure to fully prepare himself before confronting them. Though he now had Sanchez and the Blancetnoir Double Lords under his command, he still felt that he was underprepared… Re
Now that all three of them had been subdued with the Nineraid Band, the other big shot cultivators couldn’t help but stare enviously at Gerald, knowing full well that they’d never be able to obtain his angelic artifacts. After all, if he could take down the Blancetnoir Double Lords and Sanchez, then what chance did they have? By this point, Sanchez had managed to get to his feet, albeit with quite a bit of difficulty. Naturally, he no longer dared to make any rash moves on Gerald. Instead, he was prompted to resentfully say, “You’re really something else, Gerald…! It makes me wonder why you still need our help. After all, not only are you the sole person who knows the secrets of the general’s tomb, but you also possess those angelic artifacts!” “Oh, don’t you worry about that. With how powerful you three are, I’m sure you’ll become indispensable assistants as we head to the North Desert in search of a certain someone! Speaking of which, if you’re already thinking about killing me t