Chapter 817: Chapter 817 The Paramount Mystic Realm
I came back to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion that day.
Ms. Zackary’s death left me feeling somewhat unsettled.
Though I had grown used to taking lives, witnessing such profound love between mother and child still moved me.
"Ms. Zackary is gone. I’m curious if Phoebe Billy can officially step into her role." During my journey back, I found myself thinking about this.
If Phoebe managed to assume Ms. Zackary’s position, my operations would certainly become much smoother.
Upon my return to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, everyone had already learned of Ms. Zackary’s death.
"Was it you who killed her?" Paul Randall questioned with some uncertainty.
I shook my head and replied, "No, it was the Capital City Martial Arts Association people."
Paul fell silent, letting out a quiet sigh before saying, "To them, anyone can serve as a chess piece."
I shared that sentiment – these high-ranking officials operated like master chess players, never revealing themselves while orchestrating the entire board.
"Everyone I’ve encountered thus far probably isn’t among their inner circle." I stated grimly.
The true inner circle members were likely just those senior officials.
Yet nobody had ever glimpsed their actual faces, not even Ms. Zackary, who had dedicated her whole life to the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"Oh, wait." At that moment, something occurred to me.
I turned to the Pavilion Master and Paul, asking, "Do you believe the Spirit binding technique could be documented in the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s Scripture Pavilion?"
The two exchanged glances before responding seriously, "It’s difficult to tell, but even if it’s documented in the Scripture Pavilion, you wouldn’t get the opportunity to enter."
"Furthermore, you took Mabel Sean. The Capital City Martial Arts Association is hunting for you. You actually dare return?"
I scoffed, "Several days have gone by, and they still haven’t made a move. That indicates they won’t act for now."
"Or they lack the capability to harm me at present."
The Pavilion Master spoke gravely, "They’re waiting for your Power of Martial Saint to fade."
"Exactly." I nodded.
"With the Power of Martial Saint, I might not match genuine Martial Saints, but I’m not afraid of anyone beneath that rank."
"Since the Capital City Martial Arts Association can’t deploy a Martial Saint, then I’m secure."
Paul seemed confused, "What happens when your Martial Saint power vanishes? How will you handle that?"
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association truly can’t dispatch a Martial Saint currently, but Half-step Martial Sages aren’t challenging for them."
I nodded slightly, "Correct, I’m already making preparations."
"Either I flee before the Martial Saint power fades, or I advance into the Half-step Martial Sage realm beforehand."
"Advancing to Half-step Martial Sage?" Both Paul and the Pavilion Master displayed hints of astonishment.
In today’s age, even Half-step Martial Sages hadn’t emerged for quite some time.
"In any case, I’m ready for both scenarios, and I’ll handle things as they come." I rose and said.
"Oh, Lord Pavilion Master, which room houses the girl I brought back from the Second Secret Realm?" I inquired.
The Pavilion Master answered, "In the west wing room."
I acknowledged this and then turned to leave.
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After Mason departed, the Pavilion Master looked at Paul and inquired, "Mr. Randall, when do you intend to teach the Nine Secrets technique to Mason Raymond?"
Paul remained silent and said somewhat unwillingly, "Honestly, I’m rather hesitant to part with it..."
The Pavilion Master smiled and commented, "Techniques aren’t carried into this world at birth, nor taken away at death. Moreover, the Nine Secrets might serve a greater purpose in Mason’s possession than in yours."
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West wing room.
The girl had been weeping for days, appearing extremely frail.
Nobody could fathom that a Martial Marquis capable of ruling the world would exist in such a delicate and fragile condition.
At this moment, I pushed open the door and walked inside.
When the girl spotted me, panic flickered across her face.
"Don’t worry, I won’t harm you." I said with a gentle smile.
I settled beside the girl and smiled, saying, "I simply want to pose a few questions. You must answer honestly."
The girl quickly nodded, her large eyes filled with terror.
"What do they call you?" I asked.
The girl whispered, "My name is Ricky...."
"Ricky..." I nodded slightly.
"Let me ask you, how many martial artists exist in the Second Secret Realm? Who holds the most power? What’s their cultivation level? And... what sort of position do people like you occupy in the Second Secret Realm?" I fired off multiple questions at once.
Ricky parted her lips, considered for a moment, then started explaining.
"I’m unsure how many martial artists are in the Second Secret Realm, but the most powerful one is a Peak Form Martial Saint. We’ve never encountered her." Ricky spoke quietly.
"Peak Form Martial Saint..." My eyebrows knitted together slightly.
"As for myself... I’m merely an ordinary person." Ricky said with a shaking voice.
Following Ricky’s brief explanation, I gained a basic understanding of the Second Secret Realm.
The Second Secret Realm had existed for many years, and its creator wasn’t affiliated with the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Initially, this Second Secret Realm was also an unclaimed Mystic Realm, but it ended up controlled by the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Through years of cultivation, the Second Secret Realm had evolved into a highly stable small world with its own inhabitants.
"It appears the Peak Form Martial Saint must be a high-ranking member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association." I mused to myself.
At this point, a thought suddenly struck me.
Maybe the Second Secret Realm wasn’t its original designation at all, but a name assigned by the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
If so, wouldn’t there also be a Paramount Mystic Realm?
"Are you familiar with the Paramount Mystic Realm?" I looked at Ricky and asked.
Ricky shook her head, showing she knew nothing about it.
My expression darkened.
If my hypothesis proved correct, then the Capital City Martial Arts Association might be far more frightening than I had envisioned.
I quickly grabbed paper and a brush, carefully sketching a portrait.
The figure in the portrait was the elderly man I had encountered at Ms. Zackary’s residence.
"Ricky, is this the strongest person in the Second Secret Realm you mentioned?" I presented her the portrait.
After accepting the portrait, Ricky gasped in shock, "Mr. Coleman, it’s Mr. Coleman..."
"Mr. Coleman?" My brow furrowed.
Ricky clarified, "He is truly the most powerful person in the Second Secret Realm. His name is Jensen Coleman, the master of the Second Secret Realm. We typically address him as Mr. Coleman..."
I nodded.
I tucked away the portrait, murmuring, "It seems the Paramount Mystic Realm’s existence is real."
Jensen Coleman had confessed that he wasn’t a senior member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association but merely worked for the Second Association.
And Jensen Coleman was also the strongest in the Second Secret Realm, which was sufficient proof that the eight senior officials of the Capital City Martial Arts Association weren’t located in the Second Secret Realm at all!
