Chapter 2735: Chapter 2735: Seventh Prince, Kye Dragonsmith!
"I’ve heard of her."
Hearing the words of the Thirteenth Prince, "Crue Dragonsmith," Wyatt Barnes said, "She is the third young lady of the Campbell Family, the elder sister of Jenny Campbell, the fourth young lady of the Campbell Family... However, didn’t she leave with her master to travel afar a few years ago?"
A few days ago, in various taverns of the Ascendant Dragon Celestial Nation, he had also heard of the third young lady of the Campbell Family, "Annie Campbell," and learned that she was the most talented individual the Ascendant Dragon Celestial Nation had seen in a thousand years, having been taken in as a disciple by the Sect Leader of the Thousand Spiders Celestial Sect during her youth.
By the age of just over a hundred, her cultivation had already reached the level of ’Daai Law Golden Immortal.’
Nowadays, she is already a ’Love Rowan Upper Immortal’ of extraordinary stature, and not an ordinary Upper Immortal at that.
Her master, who was the Sect Leader of the Thousand Spiders Celestial Sect back then, has already retired behind the scenes, and the one who succeeded the position was her senior sister.
When Wyatt initially heard about Annie Campbell, he had some apprehension towards her.
However, later on, he heard that Annie Campbell had left with her master on a journey a few years ago, so he paid it no mind.
After all, perhaps by the time Annie Campbell returned, he would have already left the Capital City of the Ascendant Dragon Celestial Nation, or even departed the Desolate Territory...
"She did indeed set out on a journey before."
Crue Dragonsmith continued, "But, she returned last month... From what I know, it’s likely because of the ’Desolate Territory Grand Competition’ that will occur in a year. And behind that competition, there might be secrets known only to the three great sects of the Desolate Territory."
"The Desolate Territory Grand Competition has been held many times before by the three great sects of the Desolate Territory... But, in the past, there was never a ’requirement’ that only young powerhouses under a hundred could participate."
"I have a feeling... that this time, the Desolate Territory Grand Competition is not so simple."
Crue Dragonsmith finished speaking in one breath.
"There wasn’t an age limit in previous Desolate Territory Grand Competitions?"
Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows.
"There wasn’t."
Crue Dragonsmith shook his head, "In the past, the Desolate Territory Grand Competition allowed participation regardless of age, as long as you had enough strength. Usually, if you performed well, you could become a disciple of the three great sects of the Desolate Territory... Because of this, within the three great sects of the Desolate Territory, some ordinary outer disciples might be several thousand years old, or even close to ten thousand years."
"Of course, ordinary outer disciples, once they are over ten thousand years old and still haven’t passed the assessment of the three great sects to become formal disciples, will be expelled from the three great sects of the Desolate Territory."
Crue Dragonsmith continued.
Wyatt Barnes nodded, then redirected the conversation back to the main topic, "Since Annie Campbell has returned, I will visit your residence, Thirteenth Prince, with my friend for a while."
Annie Campbell is different from the backup Jenny Campbell called for, Fourth Prince "Judson Dragonsmith."
Annie Campbell is the last disciple of the previous Sect Leader of the Thousand Spiders Celestial Sect and the junior sister of the current Sect Leader. If she wants to investigate him, it wouldn’t be difficult with the intelligence network of the Thousand Spiders Celestial Sect.
At that time, both he and Leilany would be in danger.
However, if they enter the royal palace and go to the residence of the Thirteenth Prince, there would still be some risk, but he could see that:
The Thirteenth Prince would certainly protect him.
Moreover, the Thirteenth Prince was confident he could keep him safe.
He could understand the Thirteenth Prince’s confidence.
Although he offended Jenny Campbell, the fourth young lady of the Campbell Family, he didn’t kill or cripple her, just killed a Campbell Family elder... Thus, the nature of this incident wasn’t particularly egregious, and the Thirteenth Prince could fully protect him.
In front of the Thirteenth Prince, Wyatt Barnes did not refer to Leilany as his ’junior sister,’ but simply as a ’friend.’
After all, the Thirteenth Prince already knew that everything he had previously told the Fourth Prince was fabricated, and he was not a disciple from an exceptionally powerful sect outside the Desolate Territory.
"No disturbance at all... For the next year, Brother Barnes, you and your friend can stay at my residence with peace of mind."
Crue Dragonsmith said with a smile.
"As there is nothing left for me to do here now... I might as well accompany you, Brother Barnes, to pick up your friend."
Crue Dragonsmith stood up and said to Wyatt Barnes.
"Alright."
Wyatt Barnes nodded, stood up as well, and then left the VIP Box No. 1 in the underground auction house of the Nian Family with Crue Dragonsmith, side by side.
The middle-aged man named ’Francis Bushell’ also followed them out of VIP Box No. 1.
"Haha... Thirteenth Brother, the auction isn’t over yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
The moment the three of them exited VIP Box No. 1 and were about to leave the Nian Family Auction House, a hearty laughter echoed along their path.
Immediately after, Wyatt Barnes saw:
A tall, heavily built young man, dressed in a green robe with gold trim, surrounded by the manager of the Nian Family Auction House and another elder in a black robe, striding towards them with a beaming smile while greeting Crue Dragonsmith beside him.
Hearing this green-robed youth’s address to Crue Dragonsmith, Wyatt Barnes guessed his identity:
The Seventh Prince, Kye Dragonsmith!
"Seventh Brother."
The greeting Crue Dragonsmith gave the newcomer confirmed Wyatt’s guess.
"Brother Barnes, if I’m not mistaken... My Seventh Brother probably came here for me. To be precise, it’s for Francis Bushell."
Crue Dragonsmith’s voice echoed timely in Wyatt Barnes’ ears, "The manager of this Nian Family Auction House must have recognized Francis Bushell as a ’Love Rowan Upper Immortal’... For my Seventh Brother, having an Upper Immortal of the Love Rowan realm by my side is not a good thing."
As he spoke, a touch of teasing crept into Crue Dragonsmith’s tone.
"Brother, I’ve heard Seventh Brother mention you before. I intended to visit you at the Flow Year Inn, but I didn’t expect to meet you here first..."
At this moment, the Seventh Prince, "Kye Dragonsmith," had already reached Wyatt Barnes and Crue Dragonsmith, and greeted Wyatt warmly.
After all, in his eyes:
Wyatt Barnes is a disciple from a powerful sect outside the Desolate Territory.
Such a person is almost impossible to win over, yet cannot be offended either.
As for his earlier words about visiting Wyatt Barnes, they were naturally just polite remarks; if he really wanted to go, he would have already done so. He didn’t want to, like his Fourth Brother, warmly approach someone who would give him a cold reception.
Such a person is best left alone.
"Seventh Prince."
Wyatt responded indifferently.
This further confirmed Kye Dragonsmith’s belief:
This is a proud, aloof disciple from a strong sect outside the Desolate Territory.
"Thirteenth Brother, the one behind you... this is the first time I’ve seen them."
Kye Dragonsmith nodded at Wyatt Barnes, and then his gaze fell on Crue Dragonsmith, subsequently looking at Francis Bushell behind him with significant intent: "This person doesn’t seem to be the ’Earthly Law Upper Immortal’ our father bestowed upon you, does it?"
As he asked, his tone took on a mocking edge.
Both he and the Fourth Prince had a ’Heavenly Law Upper Immortal’ granted by their father to protect them.
Though the Thirteenth Prince was not inferior to them in various aspects, he didn’t enjoy the same treatment. He, like the other princes, only had the ’Earthly Law Upper Immortal’ granted by their father as protection.
"His name is Francis Bushell; he’s a strong figure I gathered from outside."
Crue Dragonsmith replied.
Almost the instant Crue Dragonsmith finished speaking, Kye Dragonsmith’s gaze on Francis Bushell turned icy, and he shouted, "You’re an outsider with an unknown background lurking around my Thirteenth Brother—what is your intention?!"
"Thirteenth Prince, this person’s background is unclear. Keeping him by your side might be detrimental."
Simultaneously, the black-robed elder behind Kye Dragonsmith suddenly opened his squinted eyes, staring directly at Francis Bushell behind Crue Dragonsmith, and swiftly turned into a lightning bolt, charging straight at Francis Bushell.
"Let me kill this person to relieve the Thirteenth Prince of worries!"
As the black-robed elder moved to attack Francis Bushell, he also let out a cold shout.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
...
Before Wyatt Barnes could react, the black-robed elder was already engaged in combat with Francis Bushell, the thunderous sound akin to drumbeats clearly reverberating in Wyatt Barnes and others’ ears.
However, while the two were fighting, they were also very measured, jointly erecting a light shield that isolated themselves from the outside world.
Boom!!
Rumble!!
...
When Wyatt Barnes and others came to their senses and looked, they saw:
Not far beside them, the black-robed elder was fiercely battling Francis Bushell.
With their eyesight, they couldn’t discern the movements of the two; they could only see two different forces rampaging within a seemingly secluded space.
About a quarter of an hour later.
Bang!!
A muffled loud noise spread.
Following that, Wyatt Barnes and others could see:
The light curtain that isolated the space began to crack like glass, then entangled like a spider web, ultimately shattering completely.
Whoosh!
Meanwhile, a gust of wind reached their ears, marking the slightly disheveled Francis Bushell returning behind Crue Dragonsmith.
Whoosh!
On the other side, a black figure flew backward, ’bang’, hitting the ground hard. Although quickly getting back up, he appeared even more disheveled.
The black-robed elder stood up and returned behind Kye Dragonsmith, his face extremely unsightly.
Likewise, Kye Dragonsmith looked grim.
He hadn’t expected:
The Heavenly Law Upper Immortal his Thirteenth Brother found outside was even stronger than the one their father had bestowed upon him!
"Elder Black, if Francis Bushell wanted to harm me, he would have acted a long time ago... He’s been with me for a year now. So, concerning my safety, no need for you to worry."
Crue Dragonsmith glanced deeply at the black-robed elder behind Kye Dragonsmith and smiled as he spoke.
"Humph!"
The black-robed elder snorted coldly but dared not make any further moves.
Though the Thirteenth Prince was not favored by the emperor, he was not someone the elder could touch.
Moreover, even if he could act against the Thirteenth Prince, he might not succeed.
After all, the Thirteenth Prince had a Heavenly Law Upper Immortal stronger than him by his side!
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