Squinting his eyes as he scanned the young man—who was slowly inching away—from head to toe, he then yelled, “Hey you! Stop right there!” Freezing in place, the young beggar was so frightened that he immediately began trembling in fear. He was teary-eyed as he lowered his gaze before pleading, “Y-yes…? Please, sir… Could you spare me some money for food…? I beg of you…” “…Yoel?” replied Gerald in a soft voice. Hearing that name, the beggar instantly shuddered immensely as he raised his head. The moment Yoel looked into Gerald’s eyes, his lips began quivering like there was no tomorrow. “G-Gerald?” asked Yoel as he felt his tears rolling down his cheeks. Taking his mask off in disbelief, Gerald immediately held on to Yoel’s shoulder before replying, “Yes! Yes, it’s me, Yoel!” “Brother! So you’re still alive!” said Yoel aloud as his crutch fell to the ground. “I am… Yoel… How did you end up like this…?” asked Gerald in shock. After all, the Yoel he used to know was always
Quest, on the other hand, was told to remain in the Salford Province together with Master Jenkinson after the entire Schuyler operation. After all, Gerald saw no need for Quest to follow him all the way to Mayberry City. In addition, with Quest returning home safe and sound, Gerald knew that he had secured a shelter in the Salford Province where he could retreat to should things ever get awry. It was honestly the only shelter he had left. If there ever came a time where the Westley family was exposed, Gerald knew for a fact that he wouldn’t have anywhere else to seek refuge once the Moldells caught scent of him. After all, he had killed four Moldells back in the Salford Province. While he was sure that the Moldells weren’t going to kill him easily, he couldn’t deny that their family was extremely powerful. Gerald was well aware that he shouldn’t even consider dealing with the Moldells on his own. It was the reason why he was now carefully considering every move he was about t
This time, however, the man wasn’t going to just stand there anymore. The moment they got close enough, the man instantly grabbed two of the men in front of him by their necks before gently flexing his wrists. A second later, both men immediately began spurting out blood as they heard their necks crack. And just like that, their lives were no more, ended as easily as snuffing out a candle. Following that, he repeated the same process with the rest of his assailants, striking all of them down with extreme precision and efficiency. “W-who exactly are you…” stuttered Jett. This person was extremely strong. Furthermore, his methods were equally as skillful as they were brutally terrifying. Aside from Kort, Jett had never seen anyone else with such raw power. It made him think that the man standing before him right now was a master no less powerful than his father. Knowing that was the reason why he was so shocked as he continued staring at Gerald. “There’s no need to ask. Jus
It was the next night in the Crawford family mansion in Northbay when a butler came running while shouting, “Sir! I bring good news, sir!” At the time, Dylan was reading in his study room. Permitting his butler to enter, Dylan then put his glasses down before rubbing his brows and saying, “Go on…” “It’s regarding Kort Moldell! While both Kort and Jett have been doing everything they could to go against our family in the past six months, we’ve just received news from a reliable source that Jett has gone missing!” “What? Jett’s missing?” said Dylan as he stood up in surprise. Jett was Kort’s third son who had slowly been building his power in the past six months. He was also constantly being a pain in the ass, intentionally causing trouble for the Crawfords whenever he could. Though Dylan only saw him as a pest who didn’t need to be taken too seriously, it didn’t change the fact that Jett was a constant annoyance to their family. So annoying, in fact, that the Crawfords would o
The bus was currently traveling up a mountainous road, and aside from the occasional driver, the road was—for the most part—completely empty. No matter which direction one looked, mountains were the only constant sight. “You know, I heard that lots of robberies happen on this road!” said a fat young man who was clearly finding the entire journey to be quite depressing. When he saw that others were now looking at him, he then continued, “It was in the news some time ago! A group of robbers had apparently taken over a bus on this very road, and once they were done with their looting, they killed off everyone in the bus!” “That can’t be true! I’m pretty alert to such news… Why didn’t I see it then?” asked a middle-aged woman rather nervously. “Well, the news disappeared not too long after it was released to the public! After all, spreading news like this out of the blue could easily propagate panic!” explained the fat man. “Hah. Even if robbers do attack us, we’ll just beat them
“I’m telling the truth!” added the girl as her frown deepened. “Hey, chubby! Just forget it! She’s a beauty anyway! If you’re really persistent, then here! Take three dollars from me instead!” offered one of the passengers as he laughed. “You can’t be serious! To think that such a girl exists! Wanting to eat yet not even willing to pay three dollars!” pouted the fat man. Hearing that, the girl frowned even harder. Instantly after, however, a brief fierceness flashed in her eyes as she said, “If you really want my money, then get off the bus with me later. If you accept the dare, forget three dollars, I’ll give you three thousand dollars if you want! What do you say?” asked the girl coldly. “I say why wouldn’t I dare to do so! However, you said it yourself that you’ll hand me three thousand dollars! It’s not too late to take that statement back!” replied the fat man as he snorted. “Deal!” shouted the girl before taking in a deep breath. Throughout their conversation, the
However, he retracted his gaze soon after. The beauty, on the other hand, simply glanced at the fat man before saying, “If you want to live, then carry my luggage and follow me. Do that properly and I’ll hand you a hundred thousand dollars once we’re done!” As she watched the fat man nod silently in fear, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the three other men who had gotten off the bus earlier. Watching them walk off in the opposite direction, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly. ‘That man in the black trench coat truly is a mystery…’ She thought to herself. Regardless, he wasn’t getting in her way so he didn’t really matter to her. She had her own things to focus on in the meantime. She then squatted down and began removing all the communication devices off the five corpses. Once she was done, she gestured for the fat man to follow and the two then walked off silently. “Elder… Master… Whichever you prefer… Where are you taking me to…? If it’s money you
It was an hour later when Gerald finally walked out of the valley. Gerald himself made it out alive since the trench coat he was wearing was specifically designed to protect him from the mosquitoes there. As he quickly donned on some ordinary clothes, he recalled Jett’s final miserable moments as he died slowly just minutes ago. Exacting his revenge had finally allowed Gerald to feel a sense of satisfaction after so long. After all, even if Kort’s men were able to track down his son all the way to the mountainous area, Gerald was certain that the Wild Miasma Valley would be the last place they would ever think to search for. If it all went according to how he envisioned it, Kort would definitely continue searching for Jett for quite a while. During that period, Gerald’s family would finally get a chance to temporarily get some rest. However, since Gerald wouldn’t be able to return to Weston for a while, he knew that he needed to quickly find someplace else to retreat to, at
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