Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 119 Get Ready To Loot

The lanky youth was dumbstruck. "Speak!" Darren yelled as he gave him a hard kick. "Where did you

get the suppression rune?"

This suppression rune was so important to Darren right now. Now that he was about to break through

his realm, the rune would help minimize the harm caused by the conflict between the blade internal

force and the sword intent inside him.

Then again, one thought bothered him, 'Is it really possible for me to survive the harm that the

conflicting forces would cause inside my body with a rune? If it is that simple, why did Hanson still not

succeed? It shouldn't have been difficult for him to get a rune.

Maybe Hanson's sword intent and blade intent were just too powerful because of his high level in the

realm. Maybe there hadn't been a rule cultivator powerful enough to make a rune that could suppress

his sword and blade intents, ' Darren pondered over and over.

'One more thing, though. I am in a much lower realm and my sword intent is a hundred times stronger

than my blade internal force. It would possibly work if I suppress my sword intent. Anyway, I must focus

on getting the rune first!' he continued to think to himself.

The lanky youth collapsed on the ground and trembled with fear. He could not seem to be able to

answer Darren's questions.

"Oh, so you want to pretend to be an idiot?" Darren asked angrily. He hacked at his feet, cutting off

several toes.

"Aghhh!" he wailed in pain. "Fine, I'll talk! Please don't kill me," he pleaded. "My master is a powerful

rule cultivator of the Medicine Pavilion. He knows a mysterious master who sent him many such runes,

so he gave me one of each kind," he explained.

"A mysterious master? Are you telling the truth?" With another wave of Darren's blade, he cut off the

youth's toes from another foot.

"Ouch! I am not lying! I swear! Please don't kill me!" he moaned desperately.

He did seem like he was telling the truth.

"Tell me, where is your master now?" Darren asked as he pushed his blade against the youth's throat.

"Spare my life, please,"

the lanky youth cried bitterly.

"Where is he?!" Darren asked again as he felt a violent fluctuation of the Spirit Power.

Bang!

With one palm attack, streams of blood spurted out of the lanky youth's mouth!

"So you want to use some secret method to send a message? You're going to die now," Darren said as

he raised his hand and cut off his arm.

The unbearable pain made the lanky youth roll on the ground. "Fine, I'll tell you! On the third floor of the

Medicine Pavilion, in the pill refining chamber," he said in between muffled sobs of pain.

"What's your master's Spirit Power level? What kind of skills does he have? Tell me!" Darren asked so

he could consider what he would be up against in forming his plans.

"My master is named Eugene Chen. He is a pill refiner. He knows nothing about rule spell attacks," the

youth said.

"Very well, I need to borrow something from him. You can die now." With his blade, Darren ended the

youth's life.

"I know you'll take revenge if I spare your life, motherfucker. Don't test me," Darren said aloud. After

assimilating the youth's Spirit Power, he released a fireball and burnt the corpse into ashes. Then, he

delivered a palm attack and dispersed them.

He made sure to get rid of all the evidence to avoid trouble. .

Soon, Darren and Elsa found the location of the Medicine Pavilion and found themselves in front of it.

"Such a majestic and grand hall," Darren couldn't help but gasp in admiration.

"Yes, a pavilion with seven layers. Its area must be thousands of acres big," Elsa agreed.

"Darren, how long do you think you can suppress your realm? As of now, you have already used sword

intent. Spiritual energy has already entered your body," Elsa asked, worried.

"Six to seven days. Time is limited. I can try to make a breakthrough as soon as I have the suppression

rune," he replied. They stepped into the Medicine Pavilion as they talked.

The first layer of the Medicine Pavilion was a place to sell weapons and elixirs. Darren could enter it

freely as tens of thousands of people came and went there every day. But he needed to get to the third

layer.

"Elsa, wait for me here. I will go up to have a look," he told her.

"Take care," she replied. Elsa decided not to tag along. It was something he would best do alone.

"I will." Darren walked to another direction of the lobby.

"What are you doing? Guests are not allowed to go upstairs!"

Darren managed to go up to the second floor smoothly but he was blocked on his way to the third.

Two stout men guarded both sides of the staircase.

One man was a martial skill cultivator at the peak of the Mysterious Realm while the other was a rule

cultivator with a strange aura.

Darren apologized and pretended to have lost his way. He then proceeded to go back down.

At the same time, he released his thought and tried sensing out the space around him. His findings

disappointed him. There were numerous masters in the Medicine Pavilion including both rule cultivators

and martial skill cultivators. Even his thought was not able to permeate into the space above. Still, he

had a slight feeling that the people living on the higher floors of the Medicine Pavilion were really

powerful masters.

'It seems that the Medicine Pavilion is not a normal place. From where I'm standing, it already has

countless restrictions. There must be more as I go higher, ' he realized.

Now, he had a dilemma. Breaking entry into the Medicine Pavilion turned out to almost as difficult as

climbing heaven itself.

Darren was seized with a desire to leave the place. But as he was on the verge of a breakthrough, he

knew he couldn't give up.

While he was fumbling over his predicament, two noisy old men started to ascend the stairs. They

smelled strongly of liquor.

"Robin, why don't you go to your pill refining chamber? You need to be careful of your elixirs. There are

so many thieves here!" Eugene suggested.

"Are you stupid? I am in charge of the weapon refining chamber and you are in charge of the pill

refining chamber," Robin replied.

"Are you sure?"

Two old men walked past Darren, totally ignoring him.

'That old man manages the pill refining chamber. This is my chance, ' Darren immediately thought.

Then Darren knelt in front of two old men. "Sir, I'm very glad to meet you," he said.

"Hum? Go away! Where did the dog come from?" one of the old men cursed while kicking at Darren.

Darren made a slight deft shift and dodged.

Robin fell over, bumped on the wall, and passed out.

"This is..." the two guards couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Mr. Chen, should we carry Mr. Zhou to his room?" One of the guards walked over and asked. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"No, guard your passage. Let this old fool sleep here, ha ha ha," Eugene dismissed them and laughed

in amusement as he watched his friend lying on the ground.

The two guards acknowledged them and walked back to their post. They were already used to these

two old drunkards.

"Hum? Who are you, lad? Are you planning to steal my elixirs? Fuck off!" Eugene cursed, drunken and

bleary-eyed.

"Sir, I have admired you for a long time. I came here specifically to ask for your guidance," Darren said

with sincerity.

Darren felt quite fortunate to meet the lanky youth's master.

"Hum, find one of your ancestors to be your master, idiot. Do you think I will accept scums like you to

be my disciple?" He replied dismissively. Then, he continued to ascend the stairs, ignoring Darren

completely.

'This is bad, ' Darren told himself but decided to go after Eugene. The two guards blocked him

immediately and shot him hostile looks.

"Master! I have awakened my Spirit Power," Darren shouted in desperation.

Eugene continued to ascend the staircase indifferent to Darren's words.

"Master, please. Give me a chance. I have awakened my level four Spirit Power." Immediately, he

released his Spirit Power and shot at Eugene Chen.

Feeling Darren's power, Eugene turned around pleased. He wasn't that drunk, after all.