Chapter 773: Chapter 773 A Borrowed Saint Power
Watching the grins spread across Pavilion Master and Paul Randall’s faces, I suddenly caught on to something.
Did they bring me here just for this?
"Mr. Randall, you’ve got a way to handle this?" I asked, barely containing my eagerness.
"This means everything to me. You know I’m doing all this to save Mabel Sean!"
"Beat Leticia, and I get into the Mystic Realm! Then I can finally see Mabel Sean!"
Paul Randall gave me a long look. "Ever consider what happens if you actually make it to the Mystic Realm and can’t get back out?"
"What if they gang up on you once you’re inside? What’s your move then?"
I gritted my teeth. "I’ll figure something out! Find the Mystic Realm first, then worry about the rest!"
Paul Randall just nodded at that. "Looks like you’ve decided. No point arguing with you."
He got to his feet.
Crossing his arms behind his back, he said, "You know about heavenly secrets, right?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"I managed to catch some once. Actually succeeded."
That caught Paul Randall off guard a bit.
He studied me. "Catching heavenly secrets isn’t easy. You really..."
"I really did." I said it straight.
Paul Randall couldn’t help grinning, respect flickering across his face.
"The heavenly secrets showed something recently. A Martial Saint’s going to show up in Pyro early next year," Paul Randall said.
"Martial Saint?" I felt lost.
Paul Randall nodded. "New Year’s almost here. That means this Martial Saint doesn’t have long before appearing."
"So?" I got even more confused.
Paul Randall locked eyes with me. "Ever think that Martial Saint the heavenly secrets predicted might be you?"
"Me?" I pointed at myself.
But I’m nowhere near Martial Saint level right now.
"There’s tons of peak Military Marquis out there. How could it be me..." I laughed bitterly.
"They’ll beat me to it and hit Martial Saint first."
"Nope." Paul Randall shook his head.
"Right now, this era can’t produce a Martial Saint. The first person to break into Martial Saint will shatter that deadlock."
"That’s why so many people are stuck at Complete Military Marquis, can’t move up no matter how talented they are."
"The Path of Heaven’s holding them back! Has nothing to do with talent!"
My eyes went wide hearing this.
No wonder all these geniuses nowadays never made it to Martial Saint!
Years and years without a single new Martial Saint!
"Mr. Randall, why think it’d be me?" I asked, frowning.
Paul Randall said casually, "Just a gut feeling."
"Same here." The Pavilion Master chimed in.
"Mason Raymond, you better put all your energy into getting stronger. Step into Martial Saint, and even the Capital City Martial Arts Association will have to play nice with you!"
"Then you can demand whatever you want, even go head-to-head with the Capital City Martial Arts Association!"
I frowned.
If I really was the predicted Martial Saint, that’d be amazing.
But... would Ms. Zackary give me that time?
Once they healed up, they’d definitely use Martial Saint power to wipe me out!
"I don’t have that kind of time." I shook my head.
Paul Randall glanced at the Pavilion Master.
The Pavilion Master said seriously, "They might have Martial Saint power, but Mason Raymond, you can get it too."
"I can too?" I quickly looked at the Pavilion Master.
The Pavilion Master nodded. "Absolutely. Find power left behind by a Martial Saint, and you can use Martial Saint power."
I couldn’t help laughing bitterly at that. "Finding leftover Martial Saint power isn’t exactly simple..."
"Course it’s not simple." The Pavilion Master smiled.
Then she switched gears. "But it’s not impossible either."
I stared at the Pavilion Master, waiting for more.
She continued, "Plenty of the old aristocratic families still have Martial Saint power. Quite a few of them."
I looked at the Pavilion Master quickly. "Lord Pavilion Master, quit messing with me. You know where these old families are, right?"
The Pavilion Master smiled slightly. "I do."
She pulled out a business card and set it on the table.
The card had a name written on it: Tilda Maxwayne.
Never heard that name before in my life.
I picked up the card, frowning. "Lord Pavilion Master, how come I’ve never heard of the Maxwayne family?"
"Because the Averys moved overseas long ago," the Pavilion Master answered.
She pointed at the business card. "Tilda Maxwayne’s a good friend of mine. Her father needs a pill called the concentric pill."
"It’s a real Divine Rank pill. Tilda’s asked me for it many times, but I always said no because I don’t even have the recipe for the concentric pill."
I got it right away.
"You mentioned before that you needed me to make the concentric pill, right?" I grabbed the card.
The Pavilion Master nodded. "Right. Make the concentric pill for the Maxwayne family, and I think they’ll give you Martial Saint power."
I held the card and jumped up.
"Lord Pavilion Master, thank you!" I said, pumped up.
The Pavilion Master went on, "Don’t celebrate yet. Martial Saint power’s a big deal. They might not want to hand it over, so you’ll have to convince them yourself."
"Lord Pavilion Master, just having a shot at getting Martial Saint power makes this worth trying," I said, determined.
"Good." The Pavilion Master nodded.
"Three days from now, you leave on schedule. I’ll tell the Averys to come get you."
I nodded hard. "Lord Pavilion Master, I won’t forget how much you’ve helped me. I..."
"Enough." The Pavilion Master clearly didn’t want to hear it.
She waved me off. "You can go now."
I coughed and grinned awkwardly. "Then, Lord Pavilion Master, get some rest."
I said goodbye to Paul Randall and jumped down from the Pavilion Master Building.
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After Mason Raymond left, Paul Randall poured himself some tea and chuckled. "Think Tilda Maxwayne will really give Mason Raymond the Martial Saint power?"
"No idea," the Pavilion Master shook her head.
"Even if Tilda Maxwayne turns him down, it’s good for him to lay low for a while."
Paul Randall stroked his beard and smiled. "You really look out for him."
The Pavilion Master smiled faintly. "I believe in Mason Raymond. He’ll definitely get that Martial Saint power."
"I think that’s impossible," Paul Randall shook his head.
"You know what Martial Saint power means. Not every family can stand up to the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
The Pavilion Master smiled. "Want to make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Paul Randall asked.
The Pavilion Master said calmly, "If I win, you teach Mason Raymond the Nine Mysteries of the Taoist. How about it?"
