“Walter Rossetti, Elder Redmond.”
“Derek, has Elder Dylan come out of seclusion?” Walter Rossetti’s face lit up at Derek’s arrival.
“Yes, please follow me.” Derek nodded.
Walter Rossetti and Elder Redmond’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
As long as Elder Dylan took action, Leo was as good as dead.
The two quickly followed Derek to Elder Dylan’s residence.
Entering the courtyard where Elder Dylan lived, Derek knocked on the door of the main house and respectfully said, “Master, Walter Rossetti and Elder Redmond are here.”
“Come in.” A hoarse voice came from inside.
Pushing the door open, the interior was quite simple.
There was a wooden table and a bed.
In the center of the room was a meditation cushion, upon which sat an elderly man in white robes.
The old man’s cheeks were slightly sunken, his face etched with deep wrinkles like knife cuts. His hair was white, and his hands were thin and long.
As Walter Rossetti and Elder Redmond entered, the old man’s aged eyes opened.
His eyes were dark and deep, with a faint gleam of light.
Even Elder Redmond felt immense pressure from that brief eye contact.
“Elder Dylan, it’s been a long time. I came to ask you…” Walter Rossetti couldn’t wait to state his purpose after waiting for so long.
“Walter Rossetti, Derek has already told me everything.” Elder Dylan’s gaze was deep, his tone cold. “That person not only killed your grandson but also killed a disciple of my True Martial Sect. He deserves to die.”
Hearing Elder Dylan’s words, Walter Rossetti knew his purpose had been achieved.
“Please, Elder Dylan, come out and kill that boy named Leo to avenge Frank William, Carley Roman, and Luke Crosby!” Walter Rossetti said respectfully.
“I will definitely kill him myself, but I won’t take action for now.” A cold light flashed in Elder Dylan’s eyes as he spoke in a deep voice.
“Elder Dylan…” Walter Rossetti’s face changed, full of confusion.
“Walter Rossetti, the West Sea Secret Realm is about to fully open. My True Martial Sect must go there to compete for resources.” Elder Dylan explained.
Hearing this, Walter Rossetti fell silent.
He knew about the secret realm and understood its importance to a Martial Arts Sect.
“If that boy hears about the opening of the West Sea Secret Realm, he will likely go there. If I encounter him in the Secret Realm, I will definitely kill him myself!”
Walter Rossetti’s dimmed eyes brightened again. “I leave everything in your hands, Elder Dylan.”
Elder Dylan stroked his beard and nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Deep in Dragonspine Peaks, on a verdant mountain peak.
Two men in green robes, each carrying a sword on their back, stood at the summit against the wind.
Both were middle-aged; one had a stern face, while the other had a square face.
The stern-faced man was David Wade, the head of Kunlun Sword Sect.
The square-faced man was his junior brother, Victor Wade.
“David Wade, the opening of the West Sea Secret Realm this time will surely attract covetous eyes from around the world. Even national forces might get involved,” Victor Wade said as he gazed westward.
“In today’s world, technology is powerful. Heavy firepower can easily kill Martial Cultivators. Those in the secular world won’t just sit by and watch.” David Wade nodded and sighed lightly.
“The competition will be fierce.”
“No matter how fierce it gets, we must go. This might be an opportunity for Kunlun Sword Sect to become even stronger.”
In the Northern Desolation Mountains, in an ancient forest surrounded by clear waters.
There were many wooden buildings here.
In one courtyard, three people sat facing each other on meditation cushions.
The person in front wore flowing robes, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his temples graying.
Opposite him sat two people. One was a woman in blue clothes with long black hair and a beautiful face.
Beside her was a young man in silver robes.
The young man’s lips were thin like iron. He occasionally looked at the woman beside him with a hint of heat and admiration in his eyes.
“Master, the space gate of the West Sea Secret Realm will fully open soon,” the woman’s voice was pleasant to hear.
“Yes, we can start preparing.” The middle-aged man nodded and smiled slightly.
“Master, I heard there are many rare beasts and numerous spiritual fruits and herbs in the West Sea Secret Realm,” the woman continued.
“There are indeed many opportunities in the Secret Realm, but also many dangers. It’s said that the beasts in the secret realm are very powerful,” the middle-aged man said.
“Master, when will we set off?”
“In three days.” The middle-aged man’s eyes grew deep. “We haven’t appeared in the world for a long time. I wonder if people still remember Taoist Practitioners.”
The young man’s face showed a hint of joy at his master’s words.
“Master, Junior Sister, once we appear, those Martial Cultivators will surely retreat obediently,” the young man said proudly.
Cultivators were closest to spiritual cultivators in strength, second only to the legendary spiritual cultivators.
One day, with nothing else to do, Leo decided to visit Spirit Moon Antiques.
As Leo approached the antique shop, a dramatic scene was unfolding inside-Zakari had brought his gang to collect protection fees from Spirit Moon Antiques.
Inside the shop, Christine and Arlene Dan were organizing antiques in display cases while Big Al and Little Al were sorting and moving antiques.
Zakari swaggered into the shop with his gang.
Arlene Dan looked up instinctively to greet them but realized something was wrong. These guys were clearly here to cause trouble. Were they here for protection fees?
Collecting protection fees in broad daylight? They must be tired of living.
Zakari and his gang scanned the shop and simultaneously pulled out steel pipes from their jackets.
“What do you want!?” Arlene Dan was startled by the sight of shiny steel pipes.
“What do we want?” One of Zakari’s henchmen stepped forward. “We’re here to collect management fees today.”
Management fees naturally meant protection fees.
Christine took out her phone and said coldly, “You guys are lawless. Get out now or I’ll call the police!”
“Go ahead, call them.” The henchman who spoke earlier taunted. “Before they arrive, we’ll smash your shop!”
He tapped the glass counter with his steel pipe as he spoke.
Another henchman stepped forward with a wicked smile. “Why are you two beauties so fierce? Hurry up and serve us tea.”
Zakari squinted his eyes and remained silent, letting his henchmen do as they pleased.
“Big Al, Little Al!” Arlene Dan called out twice.
Big Al and Little Al responded and came out from the inner courtyard.