Chapter 477: Chapter 477 The Price Of Sanctuary
The Pavilion Master walked out of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion with determined steps.
Fifth Elder felt anxious but helpless, only able to observe from the side.
A broad street stretched before the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s entrance.
Right now, the street lay deserted, with only the whisper of wind breaking the silence.
The Pavilion Master stood on the barren road and spoke with composure, "You’re here. Come out."
The shadows remained quiet.
In less than a heartbeat, multiple silhouettes sprang from the dark!
Ten half-step Martial Marquises encircled the Pavilion Master.
Their intimidating and fierce auras swept across the entire street.
Obviously, they planned to give the Pavilion Master a harsh lesson.
"So you’re planning to attack my Divine Alchemist Pavilion?" The Pavilion Master lifted her eyebrows, then suddenly released her own aura!
The clash of numerous auras made the air roar violently!
"Pavilion Master, you’ve got it wrong." The ten half-step Martial Marquises pulled back their auras.
Their leader, a man with a hooked nose like a hawk, came forward wearing a slight grin, "We’ve heard for ages that Pyro’s Medicine God Pavilion has an extraordinary Pavilion Master. Seeing you today proves those rumors true."
The Pavilion Master kept her face blank and said, "Skip the sweet talk."
Hawk Hook Nose bowed a little and went on, "Pavilion Master, I understand you wish to shield Mason Raymond, but our Michelle Sect must have him too."
"I realize your Divine Alchemist Pavilion wields great power and enjoys high standing in Pyro, but Mason Raymond has wronged me greatly, and this grudge demands payback."
The Pavilion Master creased her brow while studying Hawk Hook Nose, "Cut the pointless chatter."
At her response, Hawk Hook Nose broke into laughter.
"Fine, then please turn over Mason Raymond," Hawk Hook Nose said with ease.
"Another one ordering me to surrender someone." The Pavilion Master shook her head.
She looked at Hawk Hook Nose and said, "Do you think that with one call, I could make sure you never leave Pyro?"
At these words, everyone’s expressions shifted drastically!
Hawk Hook Nose’s face also slowly darkened.
"Pavilion Master, we don’t mean any disrespect. We’re just carrying out orders, and we can’t go back empty-handed," Hawk Hook Nose said icily.
"We hope the Pavilion Master won’t create problems for us."
The Pavilion Master gave a mild smile, "Fine, in one month, I’ll have Mason Raymond exit the Divine Alchemist Pavilion."
"When that happens, however you choose to handle things, I won’t get involved."
Hawk Hook Nose scowled, "Does the Pavilion Master mean this? This isn’t some stalling trick, right?"
"Exactly. What if you’ve already contacted Pyro’s officials, and we get caught in a trap."
The Pavilion Master replied coolly, "If you doubt me, then suit yourselves."
With those words, the Pavilion Master turned to go.
Hawk Hook Nose rushed to block her path and breathed deeply, "Very well, I trust that the Pavilion Master honors her promises."
"But... what happens if you break your word when the time comes?"
The Pavilion Master said casually, "In one month, if Mason Raymond remains in the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, I’ll confront you all in his stead."
The meaning was obvious.
If Mason Raymond didn’t leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion in a month, the Michelle Sect could target her instead.
For the Michelle Sect, capturing the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s master held great appeal too.
Her alchemy abilities were, after all, without equal anywhere.
"Agreed," Hawk Hook Nose gave a small bow.
"We’ll remain here then. If we don’t see him in a month, don’t hold it against us for any rudeness."
The Pavilion Master said nothing more, turned around, and walked back into the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
——
Right now, I was studying the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s storage warehouse with care.
Inside the enormous warehouse, countless medicinal plants grew.
These herbs developed at a speed visible to the naked eye, beyond anything imaginable.
Endless spiritual energy rolled in waves.
This energy felt incredibly comforting, making the blood surge through one’s veins.
It was exactly because this warehouse existed that the Divine Alchemist Pavilion could remain standing for so long.
"Could some hidden treasure in this warehouse be supplying unlimited spiritual energy?" I suddenly wondered, my gaze naturally dropping to the floor.
A regular spiritual energy gathering array couldn’t produce such rich spiritual energy.
Even if all of River Town’s energy were concentrated here, it wouldn’t be sufficient.
"There has to be some concealed treasure," I thought to myself.
This was only feasible because it belonged to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion; otherwise, others would have seized it long ago.
"I should start training right away. In one month, I ought to reach the half-step Martial Marquis level," I told myself.
I pulled out the Three Pure Ancient Tree and found a spot to settle down.
Then, I started my monotonous practice.
From a distance, you could see a young man seated among thick, green medicinal herbs, with a small jade tree resting on his head.
A tiny whirlwind of spiritual energy formed around my body.
My body drew in the spiritual energy like someone starving and parched.
——
Three days passed.
"What exactly are these Michelle Sect folks up to?!" Elder Adrianne, who hadn’t departed yet, couldn’t stop himself from cursing quietly.
"Three whole days, and they still haven’t acted."
"Elder Adrianne, this is the Divine Alchemist Pavilion after all, and the Michelle Sect is blacklisted. They probably wouldn’t dare attack it openly," someone next to him commented.
"Right, Elder Adrianne, maybe we should... head back and check with our sect leader?"
Elder Adrianne stayed quiet, but inwardly he liked this idea.
"Two of you remain here; everyone else returns to the Great Saint Sect with me," Elder Adrianne commanded.
"Understood."
Elder Adrianne departed immediately and went back to the Great Saint Sect.
The Great Saint Sect possessed a spiritual spring.
This spiritual spring offered unlimited resources.
A powerful sect needed sufficient resources to stay strong and unbeaten.
Some sects even built their entire foundation on just one heaven-and-earth treasure.
At this time, a young man sat beside the spiritual spring.
"Still no good!" The youth opened his eyes, showing traces of irritation on his face.
"Breaking into the Military Marquis Realm isn’t so simple..." a scratchy voice whispered in his head.
The young man was Walton Greer.
A flash of rage crossed Walton’s face, and he squeezed his fists, yelling furiously, "If I can’t enter the Martial Marquis Realm, how will I destroy Mason Raymond?!"
"Mason Raymond has shamed me! Now, this Number One Person of the Central Plains has become a joke!"
"If I don’t eliminate him, I’ll never get another shot at redemption!"
Walton screamed wildly, clearly close to breaking down completely.
"It’s easy... just let me have your body, and you’ll be able to destroy him..." The rough voice spoke again.
