Heaven Cult’s island was very lively the next day! Many cultivators traveled from afar to celebrate the Cult Master’s birthday. The Heaven Cult was a powerful cult, hence many powerful people wanted to maintain their relations with this cult. Over a hundred tables were set up inside the main hall. All high-ranking cult members were present along with their guests as those seats were swiftly taken up. The Dragon Throne was placed at the very center of the hall as the Cult Master looked very impressive and majestically sitting on it while the Cult Mistress sat beside him. Monica was dressed in a faint purple long gown and exuded a sense of motherly beauty on top of her alluring and charming figure. Darryl was appointed as the Elder Master which was the highest rank in the hall right below the Cult Master and Mistress. He was seated on the first chair below both of them. Right below Darryl was the Four Guardian Kings. This was the first time Darryl had seen all of them gather
‘These were top-notch spiritual pills, where did he get them from!?’ The Cult Master excitedly thought with his face being overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation. “Haha! Brilliant! Brilliant! The Elder Master is so thoughtful!” These two pills were the real deal! Although Darryl was smiling, his heart was secretly hurting as he had refined these for himself later on since the ingredients to make these were too rare and precious! Were it not for those special herbs last night from Circe’s villa, he would not be able to refine these. Regardless, he had no choice since today was the Cult Master’s birthday. Had he not shown some kind gestures toward the Cult Master today, the Cult Master might further dislike Darryl. After gifting the pills, guests made toasts toward the Cult Master who seemed to be pleased and accepted them all as he stomached multiple glasses of drinks. Monica was pleased since it was a festive occasion today and had also drunk quite a lot. Her delicate face
The Cult Master frowned as he looked closely in an attempt to differentiate the three of them and said, “This volume is sent to me by the Eternal Life Palace Sect. What’s wrong with it?” Other than its color, they seemed to look similar to each other. Darryl smiled. “May I please have your trust to look at the yellow volume?” Meanwhile, the Cult Master doubtfully handed the volume to him. After accepting the volume, Darryl touched the cover and could not help laughing out loud. He had to admit the replica was skillfully done. However, the paper used was obviously new. Darryl felt there was a slight bump below the cover page as he flipped through it. ‘There’s something hidden in here,’ he thought. Suddenly, he ripped the book apart! Ripped! Everyone in the hall stared in disbelief as they held onto their breath from watching him! ‘What!? He… He ripped the volume apart!?’ The White Tiger could not stand it any longer as he jumped up and glared at Darryl. “Elder Mas
Damn! Darryl let out a long relieved sigh. Damn, he had been frightened for no reason! Meanwhile, the Cult Master took something out. Darryl was shocked at the sight. It was a white soft armor with exquisitely designed patterns that sparkled under the lights. It was very exquisite! This was no doubt a piece of art. Darryl could not help asking, “Cult Master, what’s this?” The Cult Master smiled and explained, “This is called the Celestial Silkworm Armor. It was made by one of our disciples five hundred years ago. The armor was made from silk and metal making it firm. It could shield one from most weapons and probably save your life during extreme circumstances.” The Cult Master handed the Celestial Silkworm Armor to Darryl and said, “Keep this.” Darryl accepted the gift with much enthusiasm and immediately put it on. The armor stuck on him like a second skin as he thanked the Cult Master with excitement. “Thank you, Cult Master.” He gave out two pills and received the
The next morning, Darryl was lying under the scented blanket with Monica in his arms. Any man would be jealous of a sweet scene like this. Last night, Monica was very drunk, and she did not let him leave, so Darryl had no choice but to stay for the night. Nothing happened between them last night because Monica was drunk and Darryl was too tired. He only hugged her to sleep. Ding! Suddenly, a loud ring on a phone woke Darryl up from his sweet dream. ‘Damn it, who would call at this hour!?’ he wondered. Darryl opened his eyes in a blur and looked at the incoming call. In an instant, he frowned. “Damn it, the caller’s ID ends with six sixes. Whoever’s calling is not an ordinary man,” he muttered as he picked up the phone. Suddenly, Darryl heard a familiar voice from the call. “Darryl, where are you?” the voice said. It was his uncle, Drake Darby, the patriarch of the Darby family. Darryl’s face darkened, and in an instant, he was wide awake. Not long ago, his fa
The Donghai City First Hospital was busier than usual, especially the second floor. It was filled with people, including the Darby family members as well as all the wealthy families across the city. The heart-breaking news had spread around the city yesterday. One had to admit that the Old Master Darby was one of the most important people in Donghai City. Once the news of his health got out, all the established families sent their men to visit him. The news was true. Old Master Darby was ill. He was diagnosed with acute leukemia, and all his visitors felt bad for him while feeling confused. Everyone knew that Old Master Darby was a high ranking cultivator, and he had reached the level of Martial Marquis. How could he possibly get leukemia? Everyone knew that the body of a cultivator was stronger than any ordinary man. The body’s immune system became stronger after cultivating. Although you could still get infected with the flu or fever, it was unlikely to get any major diseases
It was three o’clock in the afternoon when a taxi sped and pulled over at the Donghai City First Hospital. A young man rushed out of the car and marched into the hospital. It was Darryl. After getting the call from Drake, Darryl had mixed feelings. He was not sure whether he wanted to come. They almost killed his father after all. However, he thought about the likelihood of his Grandfather passing away, and he felt the need to pay him a visit. Since he was young, Grandpa had been fond of him, and Darryl could not let Grandpa down even if he did. Upon arrival, he marched straight to the second-floor hallway. It was filled with visitors and some familiar faces that he was not in the mood to greet. Some ladies even called out when they saw Darryl. “Didn’t this live-in son-in-law get kicked out of the Darby family?” someone asked. Darryl was not bothered by the comments and went straight into the ward. The moment he pushed open the door, everyone stared at him coldly. ‘Wha
Everyone was in shock. Darryl frowned as he knew it was not going well. “I need to clarify that a bone marrow transplant is a high-risk procedure. The donor might even lose their life during the transplant. Although this is highly unlikely, it’s still possible. Even without the apparent side effects, the donor’s immune system will be weaker after the transplant. The most important thing is that it would slow down the process of cultivation compared to others,” Shelly continued as she glanced around the ward. After hearing what Shelly said, everyone looked at each other with a confused and terrified look. Nobody seemed willing to donate their bone marrow. Some of them even took a few steps back. Of course, humans were a selfish species. Watching the change of expression on the faces of the fellow members, Darryl laughed to himself secretly. Old Master Darby had given up so much for his family. It went without saying that there would be no Darby family as you know it today if