Chapter 299: Chapter 299 - Drained Completely
With the Heaven Swallowing Skill activated, Patrick Ivory’s body began shriveling up instantly!
The Eighth Rank Grandmaster’s inner strength poured into my body through my palm, flowing through my meridians!
It took me a full thirty seconds to completely drain Patrick Ivory’s inner strength.
"God, that feels amazing!" I couldn’t stop myself from sighing with relief.
Dimitri Brynlee stared down at Patrick Ivory’s body, emotions churning inside him.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Master Brynlee, he had it coming, and I already went easy on him." I looked at Dimitri Brynlee, my voice serious.
True enough—since I hadn’t consumed his divine sense, I’d shown him mercy.
Dimitri waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, just forget it."
I didn’t push the topic further. I scooped up Dimitri and Victor Green, then headed out.
By draining Patrick Ivory’s inner strength, I’d made up for some of what I lost with the Enlightenment Tea.
Of course, compared to that tea, an Eighth Rank Grandmaster was basically worthless.
Once we got back, I personally tended to Dimitri and Victor’s injuries.
Lucky for them, the damage wasn’t too bad—a few days of rest would do the trick.
Over the next few days, I went into seclusion.
I drew in qi from Bergerac Province, letting it heal my body.
With Patrick Ivory’s inner strength now mine, I could almost sense the edge of the Second Layer Grain Avoidance Stage.
Three days later, Master Brynlee had finally recovered.
He knocked on my door, then stepped inside.
Dimitri settled down next to me, shaking his head in amazement. "Never thought that after hitting the master level, you’d steamroll an Eighth Rank Grandmaster like that. It’s incredible."
"That doesn’t mean much," I said seriously. "Plus, the road I’m on is totally different from yours."
Like I said, Patrick Ivory had barely made it to Eighth Rank Grandmaster and couldn’t unleash his full power.
And Patrick Ivory wasn’t at his peak back then anyway—otherwise, I wouldn’t have won so easily.
"I’ve heard about the cultivation path," Dimitri said, his tone grave.
Hearing this, I quickly turned to look at Dimitri.
Actually, I’d never really understood the difference between the two.
Dimitri slowly broke it down. "Today’s martial artists are basically yesterday’s cultivators—it’s just that after generations of passing things down, they gradually lost the original knowledge."
"In other words, the inner strength that martial artists build up today is a watered-down version of what cultivators had."
I nodded a bit—just like Dimitri said, there really were some differences between them.
"Master Brynlee, how do I figure out where I stand in terms of strength?" I asked, confused.
Dimitri glanced at me. "There’s not much difference in how cultivators and martial artists rank their levels, it’s just that... the qi cultivators work with is higher quality, so naturally the results are different."
"If there’s a specific difference... it’s about one or two minor realms."
One or two minor realms?
So normally, I should only be able to take on a Third Rank Master?
But right now, I’m unbeatable among people my level.
Even against many Grandmasters, I can still hold my own!
"Of course, everyone’s got different talents," Dimitri said.
"Even in the same realm, the strength gap can be huge."
I nodded slightly—like they say, fighting above your weight class is just basic genius stuff, nothing special.
As for how many realms you could jump, who knows?
With Dimitri’ explanation, I got a rough idea.
"Come on, let’s eat," Dimitri stood up.
I agreed and headed to the dining room with Dimitri.
The Brynlee Family felt pretty empty now.
Even the meals were cooked by Dimitri himself.
"This is a jar of premium wine I’ve been saving for thirty years," Dimitri pulled out a jar and poured cups for Victor and me.
One sip, and I immediately felt warmth spreading through my stomach.
"Amazing wine!" I said with genuine appreciation!
Dimitri looked somewhat proud. "Over the years, my two greatest treasures were Enlightenment Tea and this jar of wine! If I hadn’t lost that tea, I never would’ve broken out this wine!"
I couldn’t help but laugh. "Pour me another!"
After three cups, I could clearly detect traces of qi in the wine.
Even though it was faint, it still caught me off guard.
"Seems like the environment thirty years ago was way better than now," I thought to myself.
Suddenly, something hit me.
"Master Brynlee, has it really been three days?" I asked, frowning.
Dimitri paused, then nodded. "Yeah, it’s actually the fourth day now."
I rubbed my chin and sneered. "Four days? Wallace Wills’s herbs still haven’t shown up—looks like I need to pay him a visit."
Wallace Wills had no clue I was still breathing. When he saw me in that thunderstorm, he figured I was toast.
So he went straight back to Peach Blossom City, a hundred kilometers away, that very day.
"You really plan to track down Wallace Wills?" Dimitri asked seriously.
I sneered. "Gotta collect what’s owed, and besides, there are tons of legends in Peach Blossom City—I really want to check it out myself."
Peach Blossom City had produced three thousand-year-old Divine Medicines! They found hundred-year-old ones every year!
This was also why Wallace Wills had such a huge supply.
"Mason, think this through. The fact that Wallace Wills can hoard so many herbs without getting shut down means he’s got serious backing," Dimitri said seriously.
I nodded. "Don’t worry, Master Brynlee, I’ve got a plan."
At this point, I even extended an invitation. "Master Brynlee, come with me—it’ll be good to get out and clear your head."
But Dimitri shook his head and declined. "No, I’ll stay here."
Seeing this, I didn’t push it.
That day, I left Bergerac Province with Victor and headed straight for Peach Blossom City.
——
At this time, Wallace Wills stood in his warehouse looking completely satisfied.
Staring at all the wealth he’d built up over the years, Wallace Wills couldn’t help feeling smug.
"Master, the three Grandmasters you wanted us to invite have arrived," a disciple approached and reported.
Wallace Wills sneered. "No need, send them back. Mason’s dead—we don’t need their help anymore."
"Oh, and remember to give each of them a hundred-year-old herb as an apology."
The disciple nodded. "Yes, Master."
Then the disciple seemed to remember something and added, "Master, don’t forget about tonight’s Medicine God event at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion."
Wallace Wills smacked his forehead and cursed. "That damn Mason almost made me forget about this important event!"
