“This is her destiny, no one can change it!” Quillan responded once again.
“Like the King of the West, you too have your destiny. Alright, that’s all I have to say. I’ll be waiting for you below. I believe you’ll come down to meet me soon!” As Quillan spoke, a determined look flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, a burst of blood mist erupted from his chest, and he collapsed straight down.
The Lord of Ink Pavilion fell just like that!
“Lord…,” witnessing this scene, Len Quinn, not far away, cried out in pain, his face filled with endless grief.
With Quillan unable to withstand even a single move from King of the West, staying behind would undoubtedly be seeking death.
“Did I let you go?” Billy said in a deep voice, swiftly chasing after Len Quinn like a shadow.
he teleportation speed of a Tier-two War God-Emperor was far superior to that of a Tier-one War God-Emperor. In just a dozen seconds, he had caught up within a hundred meters of the fleeing figure.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a blade energy shot out like lightning, swift and unstoppable. Without surprise, the blade energy flashed past the right shoulder of Len Quinn. Following that, one of Len Quinn’s arms fell to the ground, severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out.
“Ugh…” After a muffled groan, Len Quinn toppled down, tumbling several somersaults on the ground.
“Do you have any bargaining chips for your life?” Billy walked steadily over. “The question I asked about your sect master earlier, can you give me an answer?”
“I-I don’t know.” Len Quinn struggled to climb up from the ground, panic evident in his eyes.
Just because Quillan could face death with acceptance didn’t mean everyone else could. However, Len Quinn had no intention of running away now. In his current condition, there was no hope.
“All the people arranged in various government departments in the capital are personally overseen by our sect master. They only take orders from him.”
“Apart from the people here, where are the rest of you?” Billy continued to inquire.
He believed that Len Quinn shouldn’t lie about that. It was similar to how the Western Frontier Army and SHADOW embedded agents in certain departments or in foreign countries. They only answered to specific individuals.
For such highly confidential matters, the fewer people who knew, the better. Most of the agents embedded by the Western Frontier Army and SHADOW were unknown even to Billy.
Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t have the right to know. All agents had a dedicated confidential file system, and with his authority, he could access it at any time. Billy just didn’t want to bother with it. He entrusted the management of these people entirely to the first responsible person in the two archives. When he needed to use the agents, the first responsible person in the archives would activate the corresponding pieces.
“What, what does that mean?” Len Quinn, after a moment of confusion, continued, “Apart from the main headquarters, there are only four branch pavilions outside. Since the four leaders fell successively, all personnel were recalled. Except for the two to three thousand people in the courtyard here, the rest are scattered disciples performing tasks outside. They…”
“Do you think I want to know about these people?” Billy coldly interrupted him.
He had no interest in these foot soldiers. They were of no use to him.
“Then, what do you mean?” Len Quinn was confused again.
“Don’t want to say? Then let me send you off!” Billy’s tone became heavy, and a wave of pressure swept over.
“I really don’t know what you mean, King of the West. Please make it clear.” Len Quinn hurriedly shouted.
“I want to know the true strength of Ink Pavilion!” Billy continued, “Besides Quillan, Ink Pavilion should have many high-end combat forces. Where are they?”
“I ain’t got a clue about this…” Len Quinn finally figured it out and paused before speaking again.
“We’re only accountable to him. As for whoever stands behind our sect Master, we know nothing about it.”
“I just happened to overhear Mr Inkwell mentioning it once, that besides the main Elder Council at the headquarters, there’s also a shadow Elder Council called ‘Ink Room’. As for what role Ink Room plays and who’s inside, only our sect master knows.”
“No questions, no answers, you’re of no use to stay. Go keep your sect master company!” Billy’s eyes revealed he probably wasn’t lying.
After saying that, he raised his knife, ready to strike.
“No, please!” Len Quinn shouted again, “Please spare me, King of the West. I have two things to inform you, something you’ll definitely be interested in!”
Billy paused slightly, then continued, “Speak, let’s see if it’s enough to spare your life.”
“Ink Pavilion, with a heritage of a thousand years, has accumulated a large number of rare treasures, all stored in a Treasure Cave.” Len Quinn took a deep breath before responding.
“The location of the Treasure Cave is extremely secret. Without someone guiding, outsiders cannot find it. I can lead you there!”
“And the second thing?” Billy continued to ask.
Rare treasures, while slightly attractive to him, didn’t tempt him enough. Billy could probably guess that besides wealth, the so-called rare treasures would be things like rare herbs for cultivation or techniques and martial arts. As the young master of the Ether Mountain, he was truly not lacking in these things. On the peak of the Ether Mountain, there was a massive underground storage, containing rare treasures from all over the world. If he wanted, he could go and take them anytime.
“I don’t know if you have heard of the Ink Pool?” Len Quinn countered.
“Ink Pool?” Billy was momentarily confused. “What is that?”
“Ink Pool was created by a Lord a thousand years ago. It’s the most precious heritage of Ink Pavilion!” Len Quinn replied. “That Lord was not only a martial prodigy but also a powerhouse well-versed in various formations!”
“He applied a special formation to Ink Pool, which can condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If a warrior cultivates martial arts in Ink Pool, the breakthrough speed will be much higher than in the outside world!”
“For example, a Battle God in the early stage, if they cultivate in the abundant spiritual energy of Ink Pool, without accidents, they can advance to the Warlord realm in just a month.”
“Oh?” Hearing this, Billy’s eyes lit up.
This matter did pique his interest. He hadn’t expected such a magical formation. After a brief pause, he looked at the other party and continued, “If I guess correctly, the spiritual energy in Ink Pool should be limited, right? And gathering spiritual energy must take a considerable amount of time?”
That was a simple truth. If the spiritual energy in Ink Pool was an infinite supply, Ink Pavilion would have become the number one sect in the world long ago.
“Indeed!” Len Quinn nodded in response.
“A thousand years ago, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on this planet was much denser than it is now. It only took a year to go from zero to abundance inside Ink Pool.”
“Now, the external environment has been seriously damaged, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely thin.”
“Even with the formation in Ink Pool, if you start gathering spiritual energy from scratch, it will take at least twenty years to become abundant.”
“In the abundant state of spiritual energy in Ink Pool, how many people can it support for cultivation simultaneously?” Billy continued to ask.