<h4>Chapter 1736: Chapter 1736: ident</h4>


    "Dean, aren’t we leaving?"


    As Han Caldwell entered the Caldwell Family estate, Tennyson Hawthorne quietly walked over to Brant Fairbanks from the shadows and asked in a low voice, "We’ve already torn off our masks. Both sides are now at a point of no return. Boulevard is Caldwell territory. If we don’t leave soon, I’m afraid..."


    "There’s nothing to fear."


    Brant Fairbanks confidently raised his hand, indicating that Tennyson Hawthorne didn’t need to continue. "Han Caldwell wants to fight Demarco Mount; he’ll need the help of the world’s martial artists. Otherwise, can his Caldwell Family, his Boulevard martial arts family and sect withstand Demarco Mount?"


    "But we..." Tennyson Hawthorne still couldn’tprehend.


    Han Caldwell killed a disciple from Ocean Academy, already making an enemy of it!


    If we continue to stick to this, it only adds danger to ourselves, what else could it mean?


    "We pretend we know nothing!" Brant Fairbanks squinted, his face revealing a cold chill. "At least tomorrow, we will sweep through all the Young Masters! When West Tower takes first ce, even if Han Caldwell musters disgust, he’ll have to meet our Academy’s demands! Securing what we want is the most important!"


    "And Baylor Davenport..." Tennyson Hawthorne listened unwaveringly to Brant Fairbanks. Seeing the dean decide to stay, he had no objections.


    "Baylor Davenport?" Mentioning this woman, Brant Fairbanks sneered, "Originally, Baylor Davenport was a gift we sent to Han Caldwell. But now, with West Tower’s strong stance, we don’t need to send her anymore tonight! I want to study Baylor Davenport carefully."


    "Understood!" Tennyson Hawthorne looked full of admiration. "Dean, your foresight is unmatched; I’m ashamed topare!"


    "Haha!" Brant Fairbanks was very pleased with suchpliments. "If you had such wisdom, you’d already be the dean."


    Returning to Gray Wolf Pavilion.


    Brant Fairbanks directly barged into the room of Baylor Davenport and Julius Reed.


    "Baylor, how has the cultivation technique I discussed with youst time progressed?" Brant Fairbanks looked at the North Sea Princess with kindness, like a concerned father.


    Had Baylor Davenport not met Julius Reed, or had she beenpletely unaware of the truth.


    She would truly have been kept in the dark.


    This old man is too good at acting.


    "Dean, I’ve been feeling somewhat ufortabletely, so..." Baylor Davenport turned slightly, stealing a nce at Julius Reed.


    She was afraid!


    In front of Brant Fairbanks, Baylor Davenport was genuinely fearful.


    Better a true viin than a false gentleman!


    Especially knowing she was being fooled like a fool, practicing a cultivation technique that harmed her body, and beingpletely ignorant, even grateful.


    Baylor Davenport’s heart was filled with dread!


    But Julius Reed seemed uninterested, sitting on the couch watching TV.


    However, in reality!


    His mind was consumed with thoughts of that headless corpse!


    In his dreams, that headless corpse actually moved!


    For over a year!


    For over a year, this dream has appeared!


    Before his memories restored, he never had this dream.


    This implies the dream is rted to memory!


    Julius Reed first dreamed of this headless person in Gonzalez City!


    On Que Radcliffe’s bed!


    But the dream didn’t ur frequently.


    Julius Reed didn’t pay attention, thinking it was merely a nightmare.


    However.


    When he arrived at Swimming City!


    The frequency of the dream dramatically increased!


    After leaving Swimming City, the dream again disappeared.


    Until just now, the dream appeared once more!


    He recalled.


    The headless person’s hands in the dream had ck fur!


    Like an animal!


    But it was clearly human hands!


    Who could it be?


    What is the meaning of this dream?


    "West Tower," Baylor Davenport said boldly seeing Julius Reed unresponsive, "From what you said, the dean seemed to teach you a certain cultivation technique to save you. Why don’t you exchange insights with the dean first? Once you’ve learned it,e back and teach me."


    "It’s alright, I don’t need to." Julius Reed came back to his senses, nodded to Baylor Davenport, "This is a rare opportunity! Many desire it but can’t obtain it. You should first go learn from the dean, and share your insights when you return."


    "Okay." Baylor Davenport nodded.


    Julius Reed spoke ambiguously but clearly told her there was no danger this time.


    However, Brant Fairbanks on the side detected something unusual.


    "Why don’t I recall teaching West Tower any cultivation technique?" He looked towards Julius Reed with confusion.


    It didn’t happen!


    "Didn’t it?" Julius Reed was surprised, "When I woke, I felt I had distinctly grown stronger!"


    Brant Fairbanks understood.


    Building Heaven, Earth, Sun, and Moon within one’s body was originally intended to enhance one’s spiritual power.


    Growing stronger was expected.


    "You’re referring to that; it’s normal." Brant Fairbanks chuckled lightly, "You’re all the academy’s future. Just excel, and you’ll certainly get your hands on cultivation techniques in the future!"


    "Thank you, Dean." Julius Reed nodded. "Baylor, you should go with the dean swiftly and return soon."


    "Okay!" Baylor Davenport stood up, took onest look at Julius Reed then finally mustered the courage.


    Brant Fairbanks’ room was diagonally across from them.


    A few secondster, Baylor Davenport appeared in the center of Brant Fairbanks’ living room.


    "How do you feel about the cultivation technique you practicedst time?" Brant Fairbanks motioned for Baylor Davenport to sit down and asked with a friendly smile.


    The smile and demeanor seemed like a benevolent elder.


    But Baylor Davenport knew!


    She was associating with a demon!


    "I feel my inner strength has increased quite a bit. But sometimes, my body feels suddenly cold and then hot; it’s very ufortable." She described honestly.


    Knowing full well the bad individual in front, she had to greet with a smile, feigning respect.


    Baylor Davenport felt very distressed!


    She was, after all, the North Sea Princess, usually arrogant and unruly.


    But now, she had to endure.


    "Suddenly cold then hot?" Brant Fairbanks thought carefully, nodded, "Boulevard’s weather is severe, with constant snow. Whereas our southern region is humid, with higher temperatures. I think this might be a problem of not adapting to the environment, causing difort."


    He smiled, extending his hand to grasp Baylor Davenport’s wrist, feeling her pulse.


    "It’s okay; once tomorrow is over, I’ll take you back to the academy, then..." He spoke halfway.


    His expression changed!


    "Dean, what’s wrong?" Baylor Davenport was curious.


    In her impression, this dean usually showed no emotion, alwaysposed.


    But today!


    Baylor Davenport clearly saw shock on his face!


    Or rather, incredulity!


    "N-nothing!" Brant Fairbanks pulled his hand from Baylor’s wrist, pretending nothing was amiss, rising and pacing the room.


    "Recently... have you only felt suddenly cold then hot, no other issues?" He asked, unusually tense.


    "Should be nothing else." Baylor Davenport contemted; indeed, no other symptoms appeared. "Dean, is there a problem?"


    "There’s nothing; you may go. I’m feeling a bit unwell today, perhaps unable to teach you." Brant Fairbanks finished, not bothering with Baylor, quickly retreated to his bedroom, shutting the door.


    He pulled out an ancient book from his coat!


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