Chapter 774: Chapter 774 But I Reject That
Those words made Paul Randall pause.
The Nine Secrets technique belonged solely to Paul.
Only a handful of people across the world knew this method.
Even the Capital City Martial Arts Association had no documentation of the Nine Secrets!
Paul’s reputation as the world’s finest stemmed directly from mastering the Nine Secrets!
"Having second thoughts about it?" The Pavilion Master asked with a grin, filling Paul’s teacup.
Paul released a quiet breath and replied, "My plan was to teach the Nine Secrets only after I died."
"After death? Human mortality isn’t something you get to decide." The Pavilion Master shook his head.
Paul stopped, then broke into hearty laughter. "You’re right! Fine, I’ll take your bet!"
"We’re in agreement then."
...
By now, I had already leaped down from the Pavilion Master Building.
But that mustached guy had vanished somewhere.
I couldn’t stop myself from swearing: "If that jerk digs up the Lord Pavilion Master’s family graves, we’ll have massive trouble!"
Left with no options, I had to expand my divine sense to track down the mustached man.
"Mason Raymond."
Right then, someone called from behind me.
I spun around and spotted a girl there.
Mya Winona stood before me.
Her face showed a hint of surprise mixed with subtle bashfulness.
"Mya?" I felt genuinely startled.
We hadn’t crossed paths since our last goodbye - it had been ages.
So I decided to postpone hunting for the mustached man and joined Mya at a nearby pavilion.
Mya filled my cup with tea, then questioned, "Mason, have you gotten any word about Victor Green lately?"
I shook my head with a sigh. "Nothing."
Truth was, I found myself missing that guy.
Victor’s rascal-like grin kept popping into my thoughts.
"Before leaving, he told me he’d either perish out there or make something great of himself." Mya gripped her clothing tightly.
"Your reputation is spreading everywhere now - people talk about your achievements constantly, but Victor hasn’t returned. I’m scared..."
My expression grew grim.
I raised my eyes to Mya and asked, "You think Victor’s in danger?"
"It’s just concern on my part. His abilities aren’t exceptional, and he’s traveling solo." Mya explained.
"Plus, everyone’s aware of his connection to you. When your troubles started, plenty of people went searching for him."
My face turned even darker, and restlessness took hold of me.
In this world, few people truly mattered to me. Victor ranked among them.
"Mason, try not to stress too much. This is only my speculation." Noticing my response, Mya quickly attempted to soothe me.
I couldn’t help but get to my feet and mutter a curse, "I should’ve started looking for him earlier."
"Searching wouldn’t have helped anyway. He’s determined to venture out and accomplish something meaningful." Mya offered comfort.
"This represents his personal decision, perhaps... perhaps it’ll bring him more joy."
I stayed quiet.
She was right - people select their own journeys, and only self-chosen paths feel truly acceptable.
"I’ll figure out how to locate him." I declared.
Mya gave a nod. "Alright."
Through our casual chat, I discovered that Mya had earned promotion to elder status at Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
Her natural alchemy talent was already impressive, and following my incident, the Pavilion Master personally mentored her, causing her alchemical skills to advance rapidly.
"Mason, I’d like to return with you to Green Moon Villa afterward." Mya mentioned.
I reached over to pat Mya’s head. "Sure, I was thinking the same thing."
When I confront the Capital City Martial Arts Association and various powerful families, many people will get hurt.
Mya could make a real difference in that situation.
After saying goodbye to Mya, I used my divine sense to track the mustached man.
Before long, I located him on Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s back mountain.
The mustached man had surrounded himself with different tools and was energetically digging something up.
I charged over and planted a kick right in his rear, sending him tumbling.
"What the hell are you up to!" I yelled.
The mustached man picked himself up and glared back, "I’m obviously treasure hunting!"
"Don’t you dare disturb the Lord Pavilion Master’s family graves!" I scolded him.
The mustached man gestured toward the ground. "This isn’t a burial site! It’s a forgotten battleground! Just like the Immortal Slaying Sect!"
Those words made my eyes brighten.
"Are you certain?" I asked, getting excited.
The mustached man tugged his beard and mumbled, "Absolutely! Though comparing it to the Immortal Slaying Sect might be stretching it, there are definitely valuable things here."
I rolled my eyes. "As long as it’s not graves, fine. If the Pavilion Master gets angry about this, you’ll face the consequences."
"Relax," the mustached man gestured dismissively.
Still, I felt some concern.
So I settled down to quietly observe the mustached man’s work, ready for any problems.
——
When evening came, a young man suddenly emerged on the back mountain.
His steps were firm as he approached Mason slowly.
The young man carried hidden killing intent that swept toward Mason.
I narrowed my eyes and got up to face him.
Looking at this young man before me, I felt he was a stranger.
"I don’t think we’ve met. Why do you want me dead?" I said coldly.
The young man brushed off my words and instead declared, "Everyone believes you, Mason Raymond, are some ultimate prodigy. Some even call you the top genius. But I reject that."
"So?" I challenged him.
"Before you showed up, my master told me I was the one who could transform the world." The young man went on.
"But since you arrived, he’s had a
