Chapter 267-Holy Light Pavilion
Hemire gazed at her master, who had regained her vitality and appeared fully recovered. Her aura emanated profound strength, and her eyes held a depth that seemed to perceive all things.
“Phew, I am finally restored,” her master sighed, radiating a sense of newfound power. “I must thank you, my precious disciple.”
Overwhelmed by gratitude, Hemire replied, “No, Master. My achievements today are a result of your guidance. I am merely repaying the favor you have bestowed upon me.”
Madam Aura smiled warmly, reassured that she had made the right choice in selecting Hemire as her disciple. Sensing something in Hemire’s heart, she asked, “Do you wish to see him again?”
Taken aback, Hemire stammered, “It’s not what you think, Master. I simply want to express my gratitude for his assistance. I feel that he was the one who bestowed the treasure upon me and even taught me such a profound technique.”
Madam Aura’s smile widened, and she replied, “Well, we will indeed cross paths with him in the future. His destiny is shrouded in unpredictability, and even I cannot decipher his past or future.”
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Dave observed Ronin standing before him, radiating the power of an Imperial Emperor. Surprised, he remarked, “Wow, I didn’t expect you to grow stronger just by absorbing that treasure.”
Ronin humbly bowed and replied, “Master, the orb merely removed some of my seals, allowing my strength to ascend slightly.”
Dave nodded, recalling that his own power had been sealed. He then instructed Ronin to guide the other chosen subordinates in their training and forge a formidable army
Ronin smirked with a hint of madness and confidently declared, “Do not worry, Master. In just a week, they will undoubtedly become skilled fighters and assassins.”
Dave suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for those under Ronin’s training, knowing the hardships they would endure. Feeling that he had already repaid Hemire’s favor, he decided it was time to embark on a journey to the Alexander Clan. He asked Yudi about its location, and Yudi informed him that the clan had its own domain, requiring passage through several planets to reach it.
Yudi materialized before Dave and said, “Master, the nearest teleportation portal is located in the Holy Light Pavilion.”
Dave nodded, instructing Yudi to teleport them there. With a nod of affirmation, they both vanished from their current location, setting forth on a new path.
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Holy Light Pavilion is the holy land of this world where the ruler of this world is residing.
As Dave and Yudi materialized in the Holy Light Pavilion, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The pavilion stood tall and majestic, adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering with a radiant, ethereal light. Its architecture reflected a harmonious blend of elegance and divine grace, captivating the eyes of any who beheld it.
Stepping inside, Dave felt a serene atmosphere enveloping him. The air seemed to hum with a soothing energy, imbued with a sense of purity and enlightenment. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the marble floors and illuminating the space with a celestial glow.
The sound of hushed whispers filled the pavilion as devout practitioners moved about, their eyes filled with reverence and their hearts brimming with devotion. Priests in white robes, adorned with symbols of faith, guided pilgrims through prayers and rituals, their gentle voices resonating with divine blessings.
Dave observed the devout followers, their faces exuding a tranquil serenity. The aura of spirituality permeated the air, creating an atmosphere of harmony and peace. The walls were adorned with paintings depicting scenes of enlightenment and transcendence, serving as a reminder of the sacred teachings that guided the pavilion’s inhabitants.
Yudi had teleported Dave directly to the Holy Light Pavilion, and now they needed to pass the inspection of the guards and pay the fees to use the teleportation portal. They decided to continue their journey on foot, blending seamlessly into the bustling streets. With Yudi’s strength, they went unnoticed as they made their way through the crowd.
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Inside the core base of the city, a handsome young man with long red hair strolled confidently through the streets. By his side, an old man trailed behind him obediently, appearing like a servant. Many young ladies couldn’t help but cast longing glances at the young man, captivated by his aura and unmatched elegance.
Of course, the young man was Dave, and Yudi accompanied him. Their entry into the city went uneventful, and now they were making their way toward the teleportation portal. While they aimed to keep a low profile, not everyone shared the same intention.
Suddenly, a carriage charged toward Dave and Yudi. Their eyes turned cold as Yudi flicked his fingers, causing the carriage to explode into a cloud of dust.
Boom!
Yudi intentionally avoided killing the person inside, as Dave hadn’t given the order to do so.
In the aftermath, a young man tumbled to the ground, his face bearing the marks of injuries. The soldiers nearby quickly noticed the fallen young man and rushed to surround Dave and Yudi, outraged by the perceived assault on their young master.
“How dare you harm our young master!” one of the soldiers shouted. “You will pay for this!”
Onlookers sneered at Dave and Yudi, aware that they had offended the son of a prominent figure in the city. Dave paid no mind to their comments and directed his attention to the young master who lay on the ground. Though his face appeared average, Dave recognized the type all too well – a troublemaking young master.
It seemed this young man, named Gerome, had encountered Dave while traveling and became envious of his handsome face. In an attempt to assert dominance, Gerome sought to physically harm Dave’s appearance. If Dave’s hunch was correct, Gerome was the son of a powerful figure, allowing him to create trouble without fear of consequences.
The expressions on the guards’ faces said it all. Though they were considered strong in this world, possessing Imperial Immortal status, Gerome looked down upon them. His actions were well-known, and he caused trouble on a daily basis.
Due to his father’s power and influence, no one dared to complain openly, though they cursed him silently in their hearts.
Gerome had developed a deep resentment towards handsome men ever since his fiancée left him for one. He had even requested his father to kill the young man and had subjected the woman to a brutal assault in front of her family.
Since then, Gerome had taken pleasure in punishing handsome men, and his father, blinded by his love for his only son, turned a blind eye to his misdeeds.
Yudi sneered at their attackers, aching to eliminate them all, but Dave raised his hand, signaling him to stop. He glanced at Gerome and smirked, addressing everyone around them.
“Hehe, it seems being handsome is a sin. I’ll confess that I’m the greatest sinner of them all,” Dave taunted. “Even this pathetic young master envies my face.”
Enraged, Gerome snapped back, “Shut the fuck up. I’ll kill you.”
Dave smiled and replied, “Hehe, you’ve enjoyed such privileges since birth, but it’s a pity you won’t enjoy them anymore.”
Suddenly, Dave released his aura, causing the guards to freeze in shock. Yudi squinted, taken aback by the immense power emanating from his master. He recognized this sensation well—it was the presence of someone who had attained a profound understanding of the sword.
Gerome’s guards stood dumbfounded, their bodies rendered immobile by the force of Dave’s aura. Fear crept into Gerome’s eyes as he realized he had encountered a formidable opponent.
“What do you think you’re doing? If you harm me, my father will kill you. He’s the strongest person in this world,” Gerome blurted out, unaffected by the aura as Dave had not directed it at him directly.
Dave sneered, locking eyes with Yudi. “Yudi, dispose of that man if he dares to make a move.”
Yudi nodded, relishing the opportunity to crush a mere Imperial Emperor. Gerome and his guards were stunned, their arrogant demeanor shattered by the contempt they now faced from the ruler of the city
Recognizing the futility of using his father’s name against Dave, Gerome regretted his decision to attack. Dave approached Gerome, wearing a sinister smile as he spoke.
“Farewell. Blame your father and mother for your repulsive face,” Dave taunted, lightly touching Gerome’s forehead.
In an instant, Gerome’s head exploded like a gruesome burst of meat.
Boom!