Chapter 1740: Chapter 1740: The Alliance Begins
“Who is it!”
Julius Reed turned around.
He looked towards the corner of the Gray Wolf Pavilion, where a shadow was hidden in the darkness.
“It’s .”
The figure stepped out of the shadows, removed the hood from their head, revealing an aged face.
“Graham Will?”
Julius Reed focused his gaze, realizing the old man was indeed the Vein Holder of Graham Will.
They had, after all, co to Boulevard together.
“Why do you appear at midnight?”
While talking on the phone with Grace River earlier, he was so focused that he hadn’t noticed Graham Will’s arrival.
The air.
Was filled with a pungent sll of blood.
“I have a ssage to deliver,” Graham Will said with a cheerful laugh.
The old man had a genial personality, embodying the deanor of a sage living outside the mortal realm.
“The snow…”
Julius Reed extended his hand, letting a snowflake land in his palm.
The snowflake lted, turning into a drop of blood.
“Hiddy heard soone in Pendleton was giving you trouble, so she unusually took action, washing the Boulevard Mountain of Pendleton mbers with blood. Except for Andrew and a few others, all dozens of Pendleton mbers were killed.”
Graham Will pointed at the blood-red snow in the air: “This is the blood of those people.”
“Hiddy?”
Hearing the na, Julius Reed was a bit surprised.
From the beginning, he had never t Hiddy.
“Where is she? Take to her.”
“Hiddy has left. But she asked to pass on a ssage to you.” Graham Will tucked his hands into his sleeves, laughing: “Recently, the Ghost Martial Tribe has been making big moves. You must be careful. Also, the Emperor Master has left Swimming City and gone to Demarco Mount. For now, he appears to be a friend, not a foe.”
“The old servant takes his leave!” Graham Will finished speaking and, without giving Julius Reed a chance to ask more, rose into the air and disappeared into the darkness.
As mysterious as his arrival.
Just after Graham Will left, the Caldwell Family began beating gongs and drums.
It seed likely that Pendleton’s people had died and were just discovered.
Julius Reed did not pursue Hiddy and Graham Will’s departure.
If Hiddy wanted to et, she would naturally appear.
If not, forcing it would be useless.
…
Inside the Gray Wolf Pavilion.
The blood-red snow outside did not catch Brant Fairbanks’ attention.
The head of Ocean Academy was completely engrossed in the “The Extraordinary Mirror of Heaven and Earth” in his hands, scratching his ears and cheeks!
Totally different from his previously solemn and serious deanor.
“Strange! Why does Baylor Davenport have two spheres inside her body? Logically, I should have only set up one world inside her.”
No matter how he thought about the discovery he made while feeling the pulse earlier, Brant Fairbanks couldn’t figure it out.
According to the book, the sky can’t hold two suns!
The book never ntioned this thod.
In theory, the contents of this book have been continuously optimized, and even have the interpretation of a high master.
If this thod were feasible, why didn’t predecessors think of it?
“One Yin and one Yang, what a thod! The cyclical rotation of Yin and Yang would create a situation of alternating cold and heat inside the body. This way, the Yin and Yang cancel each other, thereby eliminating side effects.”
After closing the book, a bold idea began to form in Brant Fairbanks’ mind.
With the successful setup of a world inside Julius Reed’s body, his confidence in this operation greatly increased.
Plus, with the recent cycle of Yin and Yang, he was eager to test it out.
If the experint succeeded, then Baylor Davenport would completely lose her utility value.
“Tennyson Hawthorne!”
Brant Fairbanks called out.
“Headmaster.” Tennyson Hawthorne pushed open the door and asked, “What is it?”
“Go, bring the young disciples here to wait. Have them co in one by one according to their talent,” Brant Fairbanks ordered.
The higher the talent, the greater the ability to endure.
The higher the success rate of setting up a small world.
Soon.
A young disciple entered.
Knelt before Brant Fairbanks. “Master.”
“Today, I was idle and thought of how difficult it has been for you to accompany on outings, thus decided to take advantage of the midnight to impart you with our school’s supre classics! I will clear your ridians!”
Brant Fairbanks straightened his face, regaining a dignified and solemn deanor.
“Thank you, Headmaster!”
The academy disciple was contemplating what he had been called for in the dead of night.
Never did he imagine it would be an opportunity!
This was a great opportunity!
Within the academy, disciples can only learn so basic cultivation techniques initially.
Unless they achieve rit or have talent that crushes peers, only then do they get a chance to cultivate the academy’s advanced classics.
Indeed, the great way is simple.
But for those who haven’t comprehended the great way, these classics can help them avoid many detours.
Bringing them closer to proving the way!
For a Martial Artist, a classic is more precious than any treasure.
Especially those collected by a top institution like Ocean Academy, which ordinary disciples can hardly access.
Truly, luck from heaven!
“Thank you, Headmaster! This disciple is willing to go through fire and water for the academy, with no hesitation even at death!” The disciple promptly expressed his loyalty.
“Don’t rush to thank yet.” Brant Fairbanks beckoned, and the academy disciple imdiately stood up and walked over.
“You know, the greater the reward, the greater the risk. This cultivation technique, to so extent, carries certain dangers. If successful, you might beco the next West Tower. But if it fails…”
Before he finished speaking, how could the disciple worry about danger?
West Tower!
The godlike figure of Ocean Academy!
Downstairs at the Gray Wolf Pavilion, he had beaten those arrogant talents to a pulp!
Just for this, what risk could deter him?
“Alright then!” Brant Fairbanks nodded: “Since you are ntally prepared, I’ll begin.”
Saying this, he picked up a cup of tallic liquid and a small pill.
“Swallow it. Then, I will clear your acupuncture points.”
“Alright!” The disciple, with his mind filled with becoming the next West Tower, devoured the liquid and pill ravenously.
“Now, prepare to witness a miracle!”
Brant Fairbanks was full of confidence!
He attributed his previous failures to not being bold enough!
With Julius Reed, Brant Fairbanks had been quite casual.
After all, if he could be saved, great, if not, he was a dead person anyway.
And the simultaneous existence of two Yin and Yang within Baylor Davenport made him see unlimited possibilities.
He struck with a palm!
Aiming to push the Yin and Yang to a suitable position with his own power.
But suddenly!
His face changed dramatically!
A palm sent the disciple flying!
Bang!
A loud noise.
The room exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Clink!
The steel ball fell to the floor, rolling continuously.
Failed.
Brant Fairbanks was a bit unwilling!
He carefully thought it over, but nothing seed amiss?
“Next!”
…
After the deaths of seven in a row, Brant Fairbanks finally stopped his actions.
Though unwilling, though he couldn’t understand.
Such high casualties forced him to stop.
Brant Fairbanks very much wanted to find Baylor Davenport for a detailed inquiry, but looking at the ti, he had to give up!
“Clean up the bodies in the room and quietly wait for tomorrow’s alliance eting.”
After instructing Tennyson Hawthorne, he left the room.
Looking at the scattered limbs and fresh blood, Tennyson Hawthorne’s stomach churned!
After handing it over to his subordinates, he too left.
Not wanting to linger even for a mont.
Dong!
Six o’clock in the morning.
The clock chid.
Martial Artists of all kinds started getting dressed and making their way to the massive stone platform in the center of Boulevard Mountain, in preparation for the alliance eting.
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