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Chapter 901 - 901 Thick Smell of Blood

    "More resources?" Spike Viktor''s brows creased deeper.


    He looked confused.


    Wasn''t this massive Mystic Realm enough for training?


    If anyone else got a realm like this, wouldn''t they lock themselves away for years?


    I saw Spike Viktor''s confusion and waved my hand. "I can''t exin it to you, but during this time... thanks. Honestly, I didn''t trust you at first."


    "I never thought I''d help you either. I was just torn between you and my master," Spike Viktor said openly.


    Iughed. "By the way, I''m curious why you want to kill your master."


    Fierce anger shed in Spike Viktor''s eyes. He gritted his teeth. "Because he''s a sneaky, lying scumbag!"


    "Actually, his lies don''t affect me, but... he stole my woman! That old perverted bastard, I only love one woman!"


    Viktor''s teeth ground together with hate.


    Seeing this, I couldn''t help butugh. "I didn''t know you were such a romantic."


    Viktor snorted. "That''s also why I chose to help you instead of my master."


    "I get it," I said, patting Spike''s shoulder.


    "When I get out, I''ll kill him for you."


    Viktor nodded. "Watch yourself out there."


    After saying goodbye to Spike, I left the Mystic Realm.


    I knew that once I left, they''d find me eventually. It was just a matter of time.


    With my current strength, beating Martial Saints was still a long shot.


    So I had two choices: either change how I looked or get fast enough to run.


    I was ready. After leaving the Mystic Realm, I''d go to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion to find the Pavilion Master, then find Paul Randall to learn the Nine Secrets.


    That way, I''d at least be able to save my own skin.


    After leaving the Mystic Realm, I immediately caught a sharp smell of blood.


    The stench made my face tighten.


    I rubbed my nose and looked around.


    The first thing I saw was a dried-up Spiritual Spring ahead.


    After the crack got fixed, the spring dried up fast.


    But now, the spring was covered in blood stains.


    I immediately felt something was wrong.


    "Such a thick smell of blood... and dark energy too!" My face went pale.


    I rushed forward.


    At Green Lotus Vi''s za, my face went white instantly!


    Seeing corpses and dried blood everywhere, I shook slightly!


    "Who did this..." I clenched my fists, grief filling my heart.


    "It''s my fault..." My body trembled.


    I''d thought these people might get hurt because of me, but I still hoped they''d leave Green Moon Vi.


    What I saw now showed that everyone at Green Moon Vi was dead!


    I took a deep breath, holding back my rage, and whispered, "Don''t worry, I''ll get revenge for all of you. I swear..."


    Suddenly, I thought of something!


    My face changed and I said quietly, "Shit, the Divine Alchemist Pavilion!"


    If the Divine Alchemist Pavilion got hurt because of this too, I couldn''t handle it!


    Without another thought, I rushed toward the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.


    Three months had passed since I disappeared, and many Martial Saints had rxed their searches.


    I hid my aura and made it to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion safely.


    When I reached the Divine Alchemist Pavilion and saw everything looked normal, I breathed easier.


    I quickly went into the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, straight to the Pavilion Master Building.


    "Who''s there?!"


    My sudden entrance put the Pavilion Master on high alert.


    Her aura burst out and in a sh, she appeared in front of me.


    "It''s me," I said quietly.


    Looking at me, the Pavilion Master froze for a second, then quickly pulled me into a Secret Chamber.


    Once we were inside the Secret Chamber, the Pavilion Master quickly sealed it shut.


    The Secret Chamber was made of special materials that usually didn''t let any aura leak out, which made the Pavilion Master rx a bit.


    "Why did youe? Don''t you know everyone''s hunting for you?" The Pavilion Master scolded.


    I didn''t answer that question, but asked, "After I left, they didn''te looking for you, did they?"


    The Pavilion Master stayed quiet for a moment, then shook her head. "No."


    "Good," I sighed with relief.


    Then I told the Pavilion Master about my experiences in the Mystic Realm.


    After listening, the Pavilion Master said in surprise, "You''re saying... someone who might be in the Mighty Realm took Mabel Sean?"


    I nodded and whispered, "I don''t know who they are. Lord Pavilion Master, any news from outside?"


    The Pavilion Master shook her head. "No, but even if someone did take Mabel, they wouldn''t advertise it."


    That made sense. Whatever organization or force got Mabel would probably keep it secret.


    "However... right now, there shouldn''t be any forces with Mighty Realm cultivators." The Pavilion Master''s tone shifted.


    "If anyone does have the Mighty Realm, they''ll definitely be above any current forces, even the Capital City Martial Arts Association can''tpete."


    I nodded and sighed. "I hope so."


    After that, the Pavilion Master gave me a quick rundown of the current situation.


    From what the Pavilion Master told me, I learned that it wasn''t any current genius who reached the Martial Saint Realm, but an old, semi-step Martial Saint.


    The semi-step Martial Saint, named Jimmy Ysabel, was basically ate bloomer. He was on the same level as Paul Randall, Ignacio Richard, the Pavilion Master, and others from his generation. But back then, he got crushed by Ignacio Richard and the others and waspletely overshadowed.


    Almost everyone had forgotten about this old semi-step Martial Saint, but nobody expected he''d be the first one to break into the Martial Saint Realm.
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