Chapter 1735: Chapter 1735: Sacred Martial Secret Realm
If it were any other day, Emma Wenston would have already left after saying something like that.
But today, she didn’t hurry to leave; instead, she watched Paisley Flores with schadenfreude... Paisley, who had just been injured by the Vice Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall, Ricardo Mitchell, had her strength significantly restricted, and Emma was not afraid.
"Sister."
The girl in purple, ’Purple,’ supported Paisley with a face full of worry and helplessness.
Worried for her sister, worried for Keer and her daughter.
Helpless because her strength was too weak to be of any help.
"Emma, I’ll remember what you did today... In the future, don’t fall into my hands, or I will make you beg for life and death!"
Paisley glared at Emma with cold eyes and said sternly.
Originally thinking that "the safest place is the most dangerous place," she never imagined that because of their conflict, Emma would spend more than two whole years figuring out her situation here and then go to the Enforcement Hall to complain.
Even before, she never noticed that Emma hated her to such a degree.
Over two years... unless there’s some irreconcilable hatred, who has the patience to spend so much time calculating against someone?
If she had known earlier that Emma was that kind of person, she would never have brought her sister back to the Fire Worship Sect.
Thinking of this, Paisley’s heart was filled with guilt, feeling that she had caused her sister’s trouble.
"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing Paisley’s words, Emma burst into laughter, then said disdainfully, "Paisley Flores, you can’t even protect yourself now, and you still think about taking revenge on me? Naive! But, I’m still waiting for that day to come, although maybe that day will never come..."
As Emma finished speaking, she laughed and walked away.
"Sister, what do we do now? Sister Keer and Sienna might not survive."
Purple was full of anxiety.
"I never expected things to escalate to this point. If I had known that Emma hated me so much, I would have killed her long ago... With the situation as it is, we’ll have to take it one step at a time. No matter what, I will never let anything happen to Keer; she’s my only sister!"
A glint flashed in Paisley’s eyes, "Now, it’s time to return to the family and tell Mother and the others about Keer... Then, I’ll find my master and hope they can intercede to save Keer and Sienna."
Having made up her mind, Paisley left the Fire Worship Sect and returned to her family.
Her family, the Flores Clan, in the Upper Domain of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, was only a second-rate power, but because of its complex relationship with the Fire Worship Sect, even the powerful first-rate powers dared not easily offend the ’Flores Clan.’
Paisley Flores was the granddaughter of the current Clan Chief of the Flores Clan, a direct descendant.
Keer was Paisley’s twin sister, and naturally also a direct descendant of the Flores Clan.
...
Regarding the calamity befalling Keer and her daughter, and their impending doom, Wyatt Barnes naturally wasn’t aware.
However, even without knowing, he felt a sense of panic.
Engrossed in the myriad of tomes within the Book Collection Pavilion of the Main Mansion, Wyatt suddenly felt an inexplicable panic that he could no longer calm, "What’s happening? Could something be about to happen?"
At this thought, Wyatt’s face changed dramatically.
He believed that anything capable of triggering such a feeling in him wouldn’t be a trivial matter, and the person in trouble was likely one of his closest kin.
"Is it Keer, or Winnie?"
Because he knew Jovie Lee was staying with his parents, he didn’t consider her. His first thoughts went to his fiancée ’Keer,’ and ’Winnie Romero.’
Taking a deep breath, Wyatt forced down that panicked feeling.
Once the feeling of panic subsided, it didn’t reappear, but Wyatt no longer had the mind to continue reading.
Besides, he had already learned most of what he wanted to know and had little time left at the Main Mansion, so he decided to leave.
After leaving the Book Collection Pavilion, Wyatt went to register his departure from the Main Mansion.
"Wyatt Junior Brother, you look a bit unwell... Is something wrong?"
The guard disciple helping Wyatt register noticed Wyatt’s poor complexion and, given Wyatt’s friendly demeanor, couldn’t help but ask.
"It’s nothing, thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
Wyatt shook his head, forced a smile, and then left.
A few guard disciples watched Wyatt’s departing figure, and only when his silhouette disappeared from view did they start whispering to each other.
"Do you think someone offended Junior Brother Wyatt? Otherwise, why would his face look so bad?"
One guard disciple couldn’t help but speculate.
"It’s possible."
Another guard disciple nodded, in agreement.
"Hmph! I really don’t know who is so foolish to dare provoke Junior Brother Wyatt... Maybe his strength is limited now, but how old is he? Give him some time, and which of us disciples in the Mysterious Void Manor can compare to him?"
"Indeed, no matter who provokes Junior Brother Wyatt, they are bound to regret it later!"
"Junior Brother Wyatt is such a good person, and someone is still going against him... It must have been that person who started trouble."
"Isn’t that obvious!"
...
Wyatt Barnes would never have imagined that just because he looked a bit unwell, several guard disciples at the Main Mansion linked it to so many possible situations.
After leaving the Main Mansion, Wyatt Barnes returned to the Heavenly Palace, heading towards his residence.
"There’s still more than a month left before the ’Saint Martial Secret Realm’ opens... As for the competition to win qualification to enter the ’Saint Martial Secret Realm,’ it takes place ten days before the realm opens."
On his way back, Wyatt collected his thoughts, murmuring softly to himself, temporarily letting his mind drift elsewhere.
However, deep inside, he was still somewhat worried.
Of course, alongside his worry, there was also a sense of helplessness, because he didn’t know anything and couldn’t do anything.
"I hope it’s just a coincidence and they’re all okay..."
Wyatt could only comfort himself this way.
"You finally returned!"
Just as he arrived outside his residence, Wyatt heard a charming shout. As he came to his senses, he immediately saw the beautiful silhouette standing in his courtyard.
The owner of the silhouette was none other than Ebba King.
"You’re looking for me?"
Wyatt descended through the air and landed steadily in front of Ebba King, frowning as he asked.
"Where did you go for the past twenty days?"
Ebba King didn’t rush to answer Wyatt but instead pulled a long face and asked, "Did you know that I’ve been looking for you for over twenty days... These twenty days also delayed my training progress."
"Looking for me for over twenty days?"
Wyatt frowned even deeper, "You have something to tell me?"
"Of course!"
Ebba King naturally nodded, "Why else would I look for you? Speak up, how are you planning to compensate me for hindering my training for twenty days?"
"Hindering your training?"
Hearing Ebba King’s words, Wyatt couldn’t help but find it amusing, "Miss King, you not focusing on your training, can you really blame it on me? I don’t think you would interrupt training just because of me... As far as I know, your reputation as a ’training fanatic,’ is well-known not only in your Tyrant Saber Manor region but also in the Mysterious Void Domain."
Ebba King hadn’t expected Wyatt to know her so well, so she was momentarily stunned, but she quickly recovered and started playing the rogue, "I don’t care, anyway, you have to compensate me! Otherwise, I’ll... I’ll annoy you every day in the future, not letting you train."
"This trick again?"
Wyatt, speechless, couldn’t help but let his face turn solemn, "Miss King, do you find playing like this amusing?"
"I’m just joking, why so serious?"
Seeing Wyatt with a stern face, seemingly angry, Ebba King playfully stuck out her tongue, then said, "Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, and I don’t need your compensation. You’re such a stingy person!"
Stingy?
Wyatt was once again speechless.
However, his face gradually returned to normal after hearing Ebba King’s words, and he proceeded to ask, "Alright, tell me, what do you need me for?"
"Saint Martial Secret Realm!"
Perhaps frightened by Wyatt’s seriousness earlier, Ebba King didn’t beat around the bush this time and directly stated.
"Saint Martial Secret Realm? Isn’t the Saint Martial Secret Realm set to open a month from now? Why are you seeking me for that?"
Wyatt looked puzzled.
"I naturally know that the Saint Martial Secret Realm opens a month later... However, I’m looking for you because of another matter that’s related to the Saint Martial Secret Realm."
Ebba King explained.
"Go ahead."
Wyatt replied indifferently.
"Before I speak, I want to ask, how much do you know about the Saint Martial Secret Realm?"
Ebba King looked at Wyatt and asked.
"I’ve only heard that there are plenty of treasures inside, and if one can stay there a bit longer, they can gain some cultivation benefits... As for the rest, I’m not familiar with it."
Wyatt replied.
"Do you know why only the quasi-third-rate powers in the Lower Domain of Martial Dao Sacred Land have the ’Saint Martial Secret Realm’?"
Ebba King asked again.
"I don’t know."
Wyatt decisively shook his head. He’s only heard that only the quasi-third-rate powers in the Lower Domain have the Saint Martial Secret Realm, but as for the reason, he knows nothing of it.
"Think about it... What do the quasi-third-rate powers possess that other powers do not?"
Ebba King asked.
"Something that other powers do not have?"
Wyatt furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, then relaxed, "Not counting strong individuals, only talking about things... I only know that quasi-third-rate powers have different mineral deposits. The quasi-third-grade Holy Stone deposits, only the quasi-third-rate powers possess. Could it be that the formation of the Saint Martial Secret Realm is related to the quasi-third-grade Holy Stone deposits?"
As soon as the words fell, Wyatt looked at Ebba King.
"That’s exactly it."
Ebba King nodded, "The ’Saint Martial Secret Realm’ mastered by the quasi-third-rate powers are all established on the foundation of the quasi-third-grade Holy Stone deposits... The Saint Martial Secret Realm, too, are accumulations over time, opened and handed down by powerful individuals from the ancient times of quasi-third-rate powers."