Chapter 1621: We make our own destiny
"It turns out to be Miss Margaret. I've heard of your name for a long time,"
After a brief surprise, Dustin quickly regained his composure: "I wonder who entrusted Miss Margaret to visit so late at night?"
He didn't actually know Margaret; he had only seen half of her profile in the painting of a beautiful woman. It was somewhat strange for her to suddenly show up at his doorstep.
"After Mr. Rhys has read the letter, you will naturally understand," Margaret didn't explain further and took a sealed envelope from her sleeve, handing it to Dustin.
"Thank you," Dustin nodded slightly, took the envelope, and opened it. The contents inside made his expression change, and his heart raced.
There was no signature, no greetings, only a simple line:
"Alfred Saxon, also known as Robert, currently residing at Lakewood Temple in Gateway."
Seeing the words, Dustin immediately knew who had sent the letter.
He hadn't expected the other party to be so efficient; they had promised three days, and there was no delay whatsoever.
"Please convey my thanks to the person who sent this. I remember the favor today, and if there's anything you need in the future, feel free to ask," Dustin said.
He flicked his finger, and the envelope instantly turned into ashes, disappearing completely.
"Besides the letter, my aunt also asked me to give you a message," Margaret's clear voice spoke again. "She said that there has been unusual activity in the palace recently and advised you not to investigate further, or you will be in mortal danger."
"Thank you for the warning. I am well aware," Dustin nodded.
Not investigating was not an option. After finally obtaining a lead, he was just one step away from uncovering the truth. He would not easily give up.
"Logan Rhys, the person is already gone. The living are like this, and ten years ago, the dust settled. Ten years later, it cannot be changed. It's the arrangement of fate," Margaret said.
"Fate?" Dustin shook his head and smiled. "I never believe in fate. I only believe that we make our own destiny. Regardless of the outcome, I will give it a try."
"If this outcome would cost you your life and the lives of those you cherish, would you still choose to continue?" Margaret asked in response.
At her words, Dustin fell into sudden silence.
He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want the people around him to be affected.
"Logan Rhys, I have divined for you, and Lakewood Temple in Gateway is a hurdle you cannot cross. If you insist on going, many people will die, and you will pay a heavy price," Margaret's tone became serious.
Her divinations had never been wrong.
The reason she had taken the risk to come here was to try to mitigate this impending disaster as much as possible.
"If you don't want me to go, why did you tell me the truth?" Dustin suddenly asked.
"This is a matter of destiny. I cannot change the outcome, but you can because everything started with you. As long as you choose to give up, there will be eternal peace. Otherwise, the entire Stonia will be drenched in blood," Margaret said.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," after a few seconds of silence, Dustin finally shook his head. "I carry too much on my shoulders, and my life no longer belongs to me. We are just one step away from the truth, and I cannot give up now."
"Sigh..." Hearing this, Margaret couldn't help but let out a light sigh.
As expected, she couldn't convince him.
She had known this would be the result, but she was unwilling to accept it, trying to change the impending fate.
Unfortunately, she didn't have that power.
In the world, those who could change fate were few and far between.
Logan Rhys was one of them.
Individuals like him, bearing the weight of great destinies, every decision they made would determine the life and death of countless people.
Chapter 1622: Can't die at least now
"Logan Rhys, if you insist on going, I won't stop you, but please accept this," Margaret said, suddenly pulling a golden piece of paper from her pocket and handing it to Dustin.
The paper looked ordinary, with no discernible energy fluctuations. However, Dustin sensed a unique aura emanating from it, subtle and mysterious. When he examined it closely, he found nothing out of the ordinary.
"This is a protective talisman I've prayed for. Perhaps it can help you withstand a calamity at a critical moment," Margaret explained.
"A protective talisman?" Dustin raised an eyebrow, curious. "We've never met before, so why are you helping me?"
"Because you can't die, at least not now," Margaret said with a serious tone.
Logan Rhys's life was precious, and if he were to die in Stonia, it would undoubtedly lead to great chaos in the country. She didn't want to see that happen, so she had to help him overcome this hurdle.
It was the duty of someone who sought answers from heaven.
"Miss Margaret, I am grateful for your noble intentions," Dustin nodded slightly and accepted the talisman without hesitation.
After their recent conversation, he could make an educated guess about Margaret's true identity. Most likely, she was associated with the Divinity Bureau.
The Divinity Bureau was a highly secretive department in the Dragon Empire. Its members possessed knowledge of astronomy, geography, divination, and had the ability to predict the nation's fate. Some of the most skilled members were even rumored to have extraordinary powers, capable of extraordinary feats such as flying, traveling between worlds, and battling supernatural creatures.
However, the Divinity Bureau rarely involved itself in mundane affairs and almost never made public appearances unless the country's security was at stake.
"Logan Rhys, I've said what I needed to say, and I've done what I needed to do. I hope you will reconsider your actions. Farewell," Margaret said decisively after handing over the protective talisman. She then stood up to take her leave.
Do your best and listen to fate; the result is not something she can control.
"Miss Margaret, please," Dustin rose and escorted her to the door, watching her depart.
The sudden visit from someone associated with the Divinity Bureau not only underscored the gravity of the situation but also indirectly confirmed that he was getting closer to the truth.
"Your Highness..."
At this moment, Lorenzo suddenly emerged from his room.
Compared to his previous frailty, after several days of recuperation, the current Lorenzo had regained much of his vigor and could now move about freely.
"Uncle Lorenzo, why are you still awake at this late hour?" Dustin approached and helped Lorenzo sit on the sofa.
"I've been asleep for a whole decade; I've had enough sleep. Now, I want to enjoy this beautiful world a bit more," Lorenzo smiled.
"Your health has just recovered; you should rest well," Dustin advised.
"No need to worry about me; I can't die for the time being," Lorenzo said, and then changed the subject. "Your Highness, I overheard your conversation with Miss Margaret just now, and I think she's right. You shouldn't take this risk."
"Uncle Lorenzo, I know you're concerned about me, but as I said before, no matter what happens, I must uncover the truth," Dustin replied solemnly.
"I'm worried because your journey is fraught with danger, and if anything were to happen, I wouldn't be able to explain it to the King," Lorenzo said, wearing a concerned expression.
"Don't worry about me, Uncle Lorenzo. I'm well-prepared for this, and I won't take unnecessary risks," Dustin reassured him with a smile.
"Sigh... I knew I couldn't persuade you," Lorenzo sighed and then asked, "When do you plan to go?"
"Sooner rather than later. Tomorrow, I will personally visit Gateway and get to the bottom of this," Dustin declared.
Chapter 1623: A uncertainty journey began
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, after Dustin had finished his morning routine and changed his clothes, he prepared to leave.
"Brother Dustin, this journey is dangerous. How about I accompany you? That way, you'll have someone to watch your back," Maximus rushed out from his room, carrying a sword on his back.
Though his strength was limited, he could stand guard for Dustin, and it wouldn't be a problem.
"No need, you stay here and take care of Uncle Lorenzo. That should be your top priority," Dustin patted Maximus's shoulder. "Remember, if anything seems off, take Uncle Lorenzo and the others and leave immediately. Don't take any risks."
"Understood!" Maximus nodded firmly. "Even if it costs me my life, I'll ensure Uncle Lorenzo's safety!"
"Don't talk like that. I'm just going out for a short trip; it won't take long. Just be cautious here. I'm off," Dustin said after bidding farewell and then left alone.
Gateway was located in a remote suburb, and the drive would take roughly two hours.
Because it was a rarely visited place with little fame, few people knew about the Lakewood Temple on Gateway.
If it weren't for the assistance from someone in the palace, how could Dustin have known that the once illustrious Alfred Saxon, the Prince of Dragonmarsh, would be hiding in a small temple, living a simple life?
However, some matters couldn't be avoided.
As Dustin made his way to Lakewood Temple, unseen waves of turbulence began to surge within Dragonmarsh City.
Various factions and forces began to stir.
At this moment, within the study of the Blissful Villa.
Dominick was practicing military strategy on a sand table, but her mind was occupied by another matter.
"Master!"
At this moment, a trusted subordinate hurriedly entered the room and respectfully reported, "We've just received an urgent and highly confidential letter. Please review it immediately."
"Oh? Hand it over, let me see," Dominick extended her hand to receive the envelope. As she opened it and read the contents, her eyes lit up.
"Logan Rhys is heading to Lakewood Temple in Gateway, make every effort to stop him, and if necessary, eliminate him!" Dominick read the message aloud, and a triumphant smile formed on her lips. "It seems someone in the palace can't sit still, realizing that Logan Rhys is a significant threat and wants to eliminate him ahead of time."
"Master, what should we do?" the subordinate inquired tentatively.
"Of course, we follow orders," Dominick replied with a sly smile. "As military commanders, obeying orders is our duty. Whatever they tell us to do, we do it. If something goes wrong, someone else will take the fall."
He had been worried about how to deal with the nuisance that was Logan Rhys without implicating himself. Now, he had no worries. Someone higher up had given the order, and all he needed to do was follow it.
"What are you still standing around for? Immediately summon the White Wolf Guards and head to Gateway to eliminate this traitor!" Dominick ordered.
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate saluted and promptly left the room.
Soon, an elite force began mobilizing rapidly.
On the other side, at the headquarters of the Heaven's Assembly.
Aaron sat cross-legged in the training room, quietly practicing.
The Heaven's Assembly's training room was equipped with a Spirit Gathering Array, significantly increasing the speed of cultivation compared to the outside world.
However, as the Spirit Gathering Array consumed many rare materials, every minute and second it was active was exceptionally precious.
Regular disciples did not have the privilege of using it.
Only true geniuses were qualified to benefit from the training room's enhancement.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Chapter 1624: Order to kill Logan Rhys
At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Aaron slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
A white-robed, white-haired elderly man entered, pushing the door open.
The old man had a youthful appearance, a tall stature, and an otherworldly aura that emanated from his entire being.
This man was none other than the Supreme Leader of the Heaven's Assembly, Oscar!
"Master?" Aaron's expression changed as he quickly got up. "Why have you come?"
"Just here to check on you," Oscar said with a faint smile. He asked, "Aaron, how has your progress been in recent times?"
"I have reached the peak of the Grandmaster level, and I'm just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster," Aaron replied truthfully.
With his current strength, if he were to use the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique, he could compete with ordinary Grandmasters.
"Well done. Achieving such a level at such a young age is no easy feat. Your master back in the day was nowhere near as talented as you," Oscar nodded with satisfaction.
"You're too kind, Master. If it weren't for your careful guidance, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today," Aaron said with humility.
"No need to be modest. Your achievements are the result of your own hard work," Oscar said with a smile before asking, "Oh, by the way, I heard that you had a major battle last night with someone and even used the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique. Is that true?"
"It is true," Oscar didn't deny it. "That person was extremely formidable. He managed to withstand the first three forms of the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to use the fourth form, the Fury of the Thunder God, or I believe I could have defeated him."
"Very good," Oscar nodded in satisfaction. "Although you didn't win last night, you have a chance to redeem yourself today."
"Huh?" Aaron was taken aback, not fully understanding.
"The person you fought with last night was Logan Rhys, the Kirin's Disciple. I believe you already know this," Oscar said with a meaningful look. "This morning, an old acquaintance sent us a message, and they need the Heaven's Assembly to do something. I believe you are the perfect candidate for the task."
"I wonder what you would like me to do, Master?" Aaron asked cautiously.
"Kill Logan Rhys and rid the country of this traitor!" Oscar's face turned serious.
"What? Kill Logan Rhys?" Aaron's eyes widened in astonishment. "Master, are you not joking? Logan Rhys is the Crown Prince of West Lucozia. If we kill him, the Heaven's Assembly will be in serious trouble."
Throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom, who didn't know the might of the Lucozia Royal Palace? With its formidable Black Dragon Army of 500,000 soldiers, it was an unstoppable force.
Moreover, Lucozia's Crown Prince was notorious for being fiercely protective of his son. Once he learned that his son had been killed, he would likely mobilize his forces and level the Heaven's Assembly.
While the Heaven's Assembly was the largest martial arts sect in the world, it was still not capable of facing the Lucozia Royal Palace head-on.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't ask you to do this without a foolproof plan," Oscar said with a solemn expression.
"Master, I don't understand. Who could be worth the risk of such a mission?" Aaron asked cautiously.
"There are some things I can't tell you right now. When you take my place one day, you'll understand," Oscar shook his head slightly.
"But..." Aaron hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"Aaron, this is your chance to prove yourself. If you succeed in killing Logan Rhys, you will become an unrivaled figure in the world," Oscar encouraged.
"Huh?" Aaron was still puzzled.
When Han Aaron remained silent, Oscar sighed softly. "Of course, if you are unwilling, I won't force you. I will handle the mission to assassinate Logan Rhys personally."
"Master! Your old injuries haven't fully healed. If you engage in combat, it might worsen your condition!" Aaron grew anxious.
"I have no choice. For the sake of the World Alliance's development, there are things I must do," Oscar shook his head, showing a hint of helplessness.
Watching his master's resigned expression, Aaron clenched his teeth and finally agreed, "Master, let me go. Matters concerning the younger generation should be handled by the younger generation."
"Good disciple, I haven't raised you in vain," Oscar nodded in relief. "Logan Rhys is currently on his way to the Gateway Lakewood Temple. Hurry and lead your people there. No matter the cost, do not let him return to Stonia!"
Chapter 1625: Unparalleled in the world
Mighty Mountain, Cold Ice Pool.
At this moment, a handsome young man with his upper body bare was sitting on the water's surface, eyes closed in meditation. His body seemed as light as a boat, gently swaying with the flowing ripples.
Above the young man's head, several birds were flying around, carrying straw and twigs in their beaks, preparing to build nests. Underwater, a group of fish frolicked around the young man, circling continuously.
At this moment, the young man seemed to have merged with nature, resonating with the myriad things in heaven and earth.
"Tah!"
Suddenly, a black figure descended from the sky and landed steadily on the lake's surface. His footsteps caused slight ripples, startling the fish underwater, and a few birds took flight in alarm.
"Younger brother, the time has come. Master has ordered you to leave the mountain immediately. There must be no delay!" the black-clad person said.
The young man kept his eyes closed, sitting quietly on the lake without any response, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The person in black furrowed his brow slightly and spoke again, "Younger brother, the target of this mission is Kirin's Disciple, Logan Rhys. Haven't you always wanted to confront him? This is your best opportunity."
At these words, the young man, who had been motionless, finally slowly opened his eyes. In his normally lackluster eyes, a rare gleam of vitality appeared.
"Location?" the young man asked casually.
"Gateway Lakewood Temple!" the black-clad person replied.
The young man didn't say another word. He slowly rose from the lake's surface and stretched lazily. Then, with a single step, he shot up into the sky, turning into a streak of golden light and disappearing into the horizon.
"Transforming body into a sword, traveling through the sky... Could it be that the younger brother has broken through again?!" the person in black murmured in astonishment.
A Grandmaster in his early twenties—looking at the entire world, who could be compared to him?
Even the Kirin's Disciple, blessed with extraordinary fortune, would pale in comparison. This is what it truly means to be unparalleled in the world!
...
In Brighton Town, Hush Village.
A middle-aged man, unkempt and covered in mud, was carrying two wooden buckets and happily walking towards his home. The left bucket was filled with fish, and the right one contained a large quantity of shrimp and crabs, indicating a bountiful catch.
"Tucker, you're back so soon? Looks like you had a good harvest," greeted some neighbors enthusiastically.
Tucker scratched his head, responding with a silly smile.
When he reached the village entrance, a group of children who had been waiting eagerly immediately surrounded him, chattering excitedly.
"Tucker, Tucker! I found a gemstone just now. Can I exchange it for two fish from you?" a little boy presented a piece of polished stone to Tucker, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "See! If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement!"
With those words, the boy grabbed two fish and ran off.
"Tucker! I want some crabs. If you give me a few, I'll be your good friend!" a little girl said.
"Good friend... good friend..." Tucker grinned widely, swiftly tying up several large crabs with grass ropes and handing them to the girl.
The little girl cheered and immediately ran back home with her crabs.
"Tucker, Tucker, I also have a gemstone! I want to exchange it for fish, big ones!"
"Me too, me too! I want some!"
...
A group of children clamored in unison, employing various tactics to wheedle and cajole. In no time, Tucker's fish, shrimp, and crabs were completely cleaned out.
Chapter 1626: The Dragon Sparrow
In the end, only a pile of stones and wood was left.
"Tucker, oh Tucker, you're just too naive, aren't you? All the fish you worked hard to catch throughout the night were swindled by these little rascals," an elderly man passing by shook his head, then added, "Oh, by the way, there was a strong wind last night. Some tiles on my roof got blown off. Buy some replacements in town and fix it for me, okay?"
Tucker didn't say anything, just grinned.
"Sigh... what a fool. Hurry back now; your wife is waiting for you to have breakfast," the old man waved his hand and watched Tucker leave.
Hush Village was small, with a population of just over a hundred people of all ages.
Tucker was a unique case in the village.
No one knew where he came from. In everyone's impression, Tucker was just a simpleton who had never spoken a complete sentence. Regardless of being deceived or bullied, he always wore a silly smile, never changing.
Tucker walked from the village entrance to the village end and finally entered a simple cottage with a fenced courtyard.
The cottage was not large, even a bit crude, but relatively clean.
Inside the fenced yard, some chickens and ducks were kept, and an old yellow dog lay at the door, snoring peacefully.
When Tucker approached, the dog immediately got up and wagged its tail in greeting.
"Tucker, you're back?" Hearing the movement, a middle-aged woman came out, frowned when she saw the stones and wood, and asked, "Where are the fish and shrimp? Haven't you been deceived again?"
Tucker didn't say anything, just scratched his head and grinned foolishly.
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman felt both angry and helpless. "Tucker, I've told you many times, don't believe those little rascals. How many times have you been tricked? Why don't you ever learn?"
"Good friends... good friends..." Tucker grinned widely.
"Forget it, forget it. It's useless talking to you," the middle-aged woman sighed, both amused and frustrated. She reached out and brushed the mud off Tucker's shoulder. "Take off your clothes; I'll wash them for you. Look how dirty you are, did you fall into a mud pit?"
Taking off his clothes, the middle-aged woman said, "Oh, by the way, breakfast is ready. Eat while it's hot. Remember, wash your hands before you eat. Also, I'll be going to the town to sell vegetables later. Don't wander around at home. I'll bring you your favorite chocolate cake when I come back."
Hearing this, Tucker's silly grin widened.
"What are you staring at? Go eat," the middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and then carried a basin of dirty clothes out of the house, heading straight to the stream nearby.
Tucker watched his wife leave until she was far away, then went back inside to have his meal.
Breakfast was plentiful, with a bowl of porridge, a steamer of buns, two eggs, and a bowl of pickled cucumbers made at home.
Tucker had a good appetite and enjoyed his meal immensely.
At that moment, the old yellow dog at the door suddenly barked.
Tucker looked outside and saw a white homing pigeon fluttering its wings as it flew into the house, landing on the dining table, unmoving.
Tucker removed the letter from the pigeon's leg, opened it, and his expression became complex as he read.
After a long silence, Tucker sighed lightly and murmured to himself, "Ten years... what had to come has finally come."
Tucker silently stood up, burned the letter, released the homing pigeon, gave the old yellow dog a meat bun, and then walked into the courtyard, digging out a long wooden box.
Opening the box, inside lay a rusty iron sword.
"Old friend, long time no see. Accompany me on this final journey," Tucker gently caressed the sword's blade and flicked it with his finger.
"Buzz!"
The iron sword began to tremble violently, shedding the rust bit by bit, finally revealing its terrifying sharpness.
Faintly, there seemed to be the sounds of dragons and tigers roaring.
This sword was none other than the number one sword in the world, the Dragon Sparrow!
Chapter 1627: Tell you a secret
Tucker cleaned the Dragon Sparrow Sword and placed it back in its scabbard. Then he returned to the house, cleaned the utensils, and thoroughly cleaned the entire house. He chopped wood, fetched water, and fed the chickens and ducks.
After finishing all the chores, Tucker changed into a fresh set of clothes. He stood at the door for a while before finally, carrying the sword scabbard on his back, he walked out of the house.
Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, a little girl with braided hair ran over.
The girl was around five or six years old, her cheeks slightly dirty, but her features were delicate, hinting at her potential beauty. Her eyes were a little swollen, and there was a trace of blood near her nostrils, indicating that she had just been in a fight.
"Tucker!" The little girl held a fish in one hand and several crabs in the other, running up to Tucker. She proudly declared, "Tucker, look, I got your things back. How's that? Am I brave?"
"You got into another fight?" Tucker squatted down.
"They bullied you and took your stuff. I made them give it back to you. When they refused, I beat them up!" The little girl held her head high, quite proud of herself. "Don't be fooled by my thin appearance; I'm strong. I made them cry!"
"It's not worth fighting over these things," Tucker shook his head.
"I don't care! I won't let them bully you anyway!" The little girl asserted defiantly. "You're my friend. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll fight them for you!"
"Friend?" Tucker smiled and looked at her with a hint of indulgence. "Maria, having a friend like you, I'm lucky. Before I leave, I want to give you a gift."
Tucker took out a book from his pocket and handed it to the little girl. "This is my lifelong work. I'm passing it on to you now. I hope it will be helpful to you."
"A book?" The little girl scratched her head. "But I can't read."
"It's okay; you can read it when you learn to read," Tucker said with a smile.
"Okay," the little girl nodded. Then, as if realizing something, she suddenly looked surprised. "Tucker, you never talk usually. You're acting strange today."
"What's so strange?" Tucker asked, smiling.
"You seem... not silly anymore," the little girl tilted her head.
"I was never silly," Tucker smiled, touched the girl's head gently, and said, "Let me tell you a secret. I'm not called Tucker. I have a name, see, these are the characters."
Saying this, he wrote two characters in the dirt with his finger.
"What characters are these?" the little girl looked left and right, completely puzzled.
"This one is Bloodstrike, and this one is Zenon. Together, it's pronounced 'Bloodstrike Zenon'," Tucker explained, laughing.
"Bloodstrike Zenon? That sounds too weird. I think Tucker sounds better," the little girl pouted.
"Alright, if you like calling me Tucker, then call me Tucker," Tucker chuckled.
"Tucker, are you going out?" the little girl asked again.
"Yes, to a very far place," Tucker nodded.
"Very far? Are you going to the city? I've never been there. Can you take me with you?" the little girl asked excitedly.
"Not this time, maybe next time," Tucker declined gently.
"Oh..." the little girl looked a bit disappointed.
"Maria, you have great potential. In the future, you'll achieve great things. You can go wherever you want, and no one can stop you," Tucker comforted her.
"Really?" the little girl smiled through her tears.
Although she didn't understand, it seemed like something impressive.
"Of course, it's true."
Chapter 1628: Sword Immortal
Tucker wiped the dirt off the little girl's face and said, "Maria, remember, eat your meals on time, take care of yourself, I'm leaving now."
The little girl nodded vigorously and watched Tucker leave.
It wasn't until many years later that she understood the true value of the book Tucker had given her, something countless influential figures dreamed of.
At this moment, by the stream in Hush Village, several women were washing clothes while chatting, gossiping about various things.
"Quick, look, there's a handsome guy!"
At that moment, a woman in yellow pointed in the direction behind her.
They all turned to look and couldn't help but be surprised. "Isn't that Tucker?"
"Tucker?"
The woman in yellow looked closely and finally recognized him, exclaiming, "Wow! It really is Tucker, but he looks different today, doesn't he?"
"His clothes are clean, his hair is neat, and that silly smile is gone. I have to say, he looks quite handsome," the women discussed among themselves.
"Ember, Ember, your Tucker is here!" the woman in yellow shouted towards a woman named Ember not far away.
"Huh?" Ember instinctively looked up.
She saw Tucker, who used to have a silly appearance, walking towards them with a faint smile.
His well-defined features, coupled with deep eyes, made him unrecognizable.
"Tucker?" Ember tentatively called out.
"Ember, I'm going on a long journey. It might be a while before I come back. I'll trouble you with the matters at home," Tucker nodded slightly.
His coherent words left everyone astonished.
In their memory, Tucker had never uttered a complete sentence. He usually repeated a few simple words in a silly manner.
However, just now, Tucker spoke clearly and loudly, just like a normal person, which was truly unbelievable.
"You... can talk?" Ember widened her eyes, feeling stunned.
"Ember, thank you for taking care of me all these years. Being able to be married to you is my fortune and the happiest thing in my life."
"It was you who made me feel the warmth of humanity. It was you who made me understand the meaning of living. It was also you who changed my dull and tasteless life."
"In the past, I was proud and thought I was extraordinary, but in reality, I was deceiving myself."
"It wasn't until I met you that I woke up, realizing that all the wealth and fame are unimportant."
"The most important thing is three meals a day, happiness, and peace."
Tucker walked up to her, took out a jade pendant from his pocket, and handed it to Ember. "I didn't give you anything when we got married. I'm giving this to you now. I hope it can keep you safe."
"Tucker, where are you going?" Ember suddenly felt uneasy.
"I'm going to help someone and make up for the mistakes I made in the past," Tucker smiled.
"Will you... come back for dinner?" Ember asked again.
"It's hard to say. I'll try my best to come back," Tucker said.
"I'll make braised pork for you tonight. You must remember to come back," Ember forced a smile.
"Okay." Tucker nodded firmly.
Reluctantly, after watching Ember for a moment, he finally turned around and left.
Ember stared at his retreating figure, then seemed to remember something. She took a few steps forward, her voice trembling as she called out, "I don't even know your name!"
"My name is Bloodstrike Zenon."
Tucker didn't look back. His voice echoed from afar, sounding like a roar of a tiger and a dragon's chant, "Sword Immortal of West Lucozia, Bloodstrike Zenon!"
Chapter 1629: World Shaking List
Black Cube Intelligence, office room.
A man with a refined demeanor retrieved a scroll of parchment from his treasure chest.
On the cover of the parchment were three large characters: "World-Shaking List!"
Black Cube Intelligence's World-Shaking List included the most elite warriors in the world.
There were no age restrictions, gender distinctions, or differences in seniority on the list; it all depended on strength.
But one thing was certain: everyone on the list was a legendary figure of great renown!
The refined man broke the seal and slowly unfurled the parchment.
The content inside was simple, listing only ten names.
From top to bottom, they were:
- First Place: Devin of Infernal Mountain.
- Second Place: Kylo of Dragon Guard Pavilion.
- Third Place: Bloodstrike Zenon, the Sword Immortal of Lucozia.
- Fourth Place: Hank, Master of the Sword Sect.
- Fifth Place: Jeffrey, Master of the World Martial Arts Association.
- Sixth Place: Evelyn Morgan, the Master of the Witchcraft Sect.
- Seventh Place: Lewis, the Lord of Cold Frost City.
- Eighth Place: Nate Reynolds, Chief of the Martial Law Bureau.
- Ninth Place: Shane, Lord of the Black List.
- Tenth Place: Nestor, Chief Eunuch of the Imperial Palace.
The refined man glanced up and down the list, then picked up a brush and placed a checkmark next to the name of the tenth person, Nestor.
He then moved the brush upward and placed another checkmark next to the name of the ninth person, Shane.
"Report!"
At this moment, an agent burst into the room in a hurry, handing over a bamboo slip and reporting, "Reporting to the Hall Master, we've just received news that Lewis, the Lord of Cold Frost City, has left the city!"
"Oh?" The refined man raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.
It's worth noting that Lewis had guarded the city for ten years without ever stepping outside, and now, unexpectedly, he had broken his own rule.
"Where did Lewis go?" the refined man asked.
"He's heading straight towards Stonia, most likely going to Gateway," the agent reported.
"Gateway's Lakewood Temple?"
The refined man quickly caught on and smirked, "Interesting... first Nestor, followed by Shane, and now even Lewis is on the move. It seems that today, Logan Rhys's prospects are not looking very good!"
Black Cube Intelligence was renowned for its sale of information, with numerous informants and a keen sense for news.
In times of major events, Black Cube Intelligence was always the first to know.
For instance, last night, Stonia was already in turmoil, and this morning, various factions were in upheaval.
"Report!"
Just as he was thinking, another agent rushed in and handed over a message bamboo slip, reporting, "Reporting to the Hall Master, in the direction of Lucozia, there's a sword aura approaching at high speed."
"Sword aura? Who is it?" the refined man immediately asked.
"Judging from the sword's momentum, it should be the Sword Immortal, Bloodstrike Zenon!" the disciple reported.
"Bloodstrike Zenon has come out as well?"
The refined man squinted his eyes, "With Bloodstrike Zenon making a move, the guardian of Dragon Guard Pavilion won't sit idly by, and Martial Law Bureau will also take action. Judging from this, the entire world is about to experience a major upheaval."
The World-Shaking List, with five out of the top ten figures making a move, was an unprecedented event.
The overall balance of power in the world was bound to be disrupted.
It was unclear whether this was a blessing or a curse.
At this moment, the refined man seemed to realize something and immediately said, "Both of you, go inform the sect leader immediately. It looks like the World-Shaking List is about to be reshuffled!"
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Forbidden City, Divinity Bureau.
A slender, white-haired old man gazed at the disordered hexagrams on the table, his brows furrowed deeply.
"How could this be?"
The white-haired old man found it hard to believe and consulted the hexagrams several times, but the results were consistently the same.
For a moment, the old man's complexion became even more unpleasant.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Behind him, a veiled woman with delicate features inquired.
Chapter 1630: The fate of the nation
She had never seen her master like this.
"Margaret, something big is about to happen. I just divined the outcome of the Lakewood Temple incident, and it's an omen of great misfortune. It may very well affect the fate of the nation," the old man with white hair said with a grave tone.
"Affect the fate of the nation? Does that mean Logan Rhys will die?" Margaret's eyelids twitched.
Last night, she had specifically reminded him and even given him protective charms, hoping nothing would happen to Logan Rhys. Because if he were to perish, there would be frequent wars and rivers of blood.
"It has nothing to do with Logan Rhys. When I speak of the nation's fate, I am referring to the Dragon Vein," the old man with white hair furrowed his brow. "In this Lakewood Temple incident, someone may destroy the Dragon Vein. When that happens, the nation's fate will be damaged, a great calamity will be imminent, and the entire Dragonmarsh will undergo a transformation."
"Is it that serious?" Margaret's brows furrowed.
As a member of the royal family and a disciple of the Divinity Bureau, she naturally understood the importance of the Dragon Vein. Once it was destroyed, the royal family would be in turmoil, power would shift, and in severe cases, even a change of dynasty could occur.
"Master, is there any way to prevent this?" Margaret asked again.
"Destiny is set, and it cannot be changed. From now on, we can only follow the will of heaven," the old man with white hair shook his head with a sigh.
He had tried to peek into the celestial patterns and seek a solution, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his spiritual essence trembled as if struck by lightning. It was a warning from the heavens. If he proceeded, he would surely incur divine punishment and perish.
"It's a matter of great importance. I have to go and inform my father. Please, Master, grant your permission," Margaret bowed with her hands together.
"It would be in vain, even if it were His Majesty; it can't change anything," the old man with white hair shook his head again.
"Regardless, we have to try," Margaret's gaze remained resolute.
"Very well, go ahead," the old man with white hair no longer stopped her and sighed lightly. "With your auspicious fate, even if you can't defy fate, perhaps you can mitigate some losses."
"Thank you, Master."
After bowing deeply, Margaret decisively turned and left.
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Dark Dragon Mountain, inside a magnificent palace.
A stone statue sat in meditation on an altar, enjoying the offerings of incense and prayers.
Beneath the stone statue, more than ten people knelt in silent meditation, completely still, as if they had already achieved enlightenment.
These are all members of the Dragon Guard Pavilion, the most mysterious and powerful force in the Dragonmarsh.
Though their numbers are small, each of them is a martial arts master, capable of facing a thousand soldiers and horses.
The Dragon Guard Pavilion has always operated in secrecy and rarely makes public appearances. Very few people are aware of their existence, including many royal family members, let alone common dignitaries.
The Dragon Guard Pavilion is not subject to royal authority and stands above it. While they don't involve themselves in the affairs of the state, every decision made by the Dragon Guard Pavilion must be obeyed by the Emperor.
Without exaggeration, the Dragon Guard Pavilion is the true ruler of the entire Dragonmarsh!
Buzz!
At this moment, in the front of the palace, a red long spear, which was being worshipped, suddenly began to tremble.
The spear's body was surrounded by red light, emitting a series of dragon roars, as if it could pierce the sky at any moment.
"Hmm?"
In an instant, more than ten Dragon Guard Pavilion members who were meditating with their eyes closed opened their eyes.
"What's going on? Why did the Patriarch's spear move?"
"The Patriarch's Dragonfire Crimson Flame Spear is the number one spear in the world, and it has long been in communion with the divine. What could be threatening it now?"
"Could it be that a powerful intruder has entered the Forbidden City?"
People looked at each other, bewildered, not knowing what was happening.
Crack, crack, crack...
Just as the red long spear continued to tremble, an anomaly occurred at the stone statue enshrined on the mountain altar. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the statue, spreading all over its body within a few breaths.
After a moment, with a "bang," the stone statue suddenly exploded.
Immediately after, a white-haired, red-eyed old man slowly stood up from the altar.
The old man was tall, with a cold and aloof expression. His red eyes burned with an intimidating aura.
"We respectfully welcome the Patriarch's return!"
Seeing him, the members of the Dragon Guard Pavilion immediately knelt and paid their respects, their faces filled with reverence.
The white-haired, red-eyed old man was none other than the Lord of the Dragon Guard Pavilion and the second-ranked expert on the World-Shocking Rankings, Kylo!
....... I wonder if they will offer Dustin Margaret as his wife...Where can I read 1621 onwards?
