Chapter 381: Four Things
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Chapter 381 Four Things
n0velb1n
"You do? Good." Zhen nodded, and pointed his finger towards a small hut that was tucked in the corner of the town.
The hut had a chimney with smoke billowing out of it, and the hut was mostly created by square-shaped rocks. It looked very durable.
"That's where the blacksmith lives." Zhen said and returned his gaze to the temple above the stairs.
"When you've finished your business with the Wisdom King, you should give him a visit." He then glanced at the purple-eyed man.
If he hadn't seen the newspaper, he wouldn't have recognized him, at all. It was not only his appearance that had changed; his whole vibe was completely different.
He left the Honorable Temple as a boy but returned as a man.
"Aight." Ambrose nodded and started thinking about what kind of sword he wanted while walking up the long flight of stairs.
'I wonder if 10 pieces of crimson metal are enough for two swords.'
After the walk came to end, they arrived at the final step of the flight of stairs, and entered the temple.
There were bald-headed disciples prostrating in the yard, chanting towards the golden statue with fervent-looking gazes.
Smack, smack—a distance away, two bald-headed Honorables were fighting with training swords.
As they moved across the training ground, they looked as if they weighed less than a feather, as their steps seemed very light.
It almost looked like they also used Formlessness, but there wasn't the same kind of fluidity as with Ambrose's movements.
The Honorable's movements looked like they had a reason for every step; a meaning and strategy behind their strikes.
Ambrose's movements were random and completely based on instinct. It didn't look like he thought a second longer about what he had to do.
That was the principle of Formlessness.
He, of course, still didn't fight without thinking. He thought a lot, but with Formlessness, he couldn't as well as he moved too fast even for his own liking.
He never wanted to focus his swordsmanship on randomness and quickness. Therefore, he had another reason for visiting the Wisdom King.
Perhaps he could finally finish creating his style's foundation.
"However, they also want to use others to either find you or kill you. If you end up in a fight with one of them, trust me, the Red Inquisitors will find out, and they'll stay on that track like hunting dogs; never let go.
"However, even if they don't find you, they are more than pleased if you die to one of Reinhardt's enemies. They are wealthy enough to miss out on your bounty reward.
"If the plan succeeds and you die because of their scheming, their reputation among Black Inquisitors will rise. Black Inquisitors value scheming and powerful Inquisitors.
"Therefore, most Red Inquisitors only value promotion at this point. They have more money than they could spend, and now they just want more power."
"I see." Ambrose sighed and said, "I killed one Red Inquisitor a while back."
"Pfft!" Zhen spat out the tea, accidentally splattering the tea across the Wisdom King's face.
His eyes widened in shock. "G-grandmaster, I am sorry!"
"Ngh..." The Wisdom King looked blankly ahead.
"Master!" The clean-shaven servant came with the napkin and wiped his drenched face.
The Wisdom King massaged his temples and asked. "You did what now?"
"I killed a Red Inquisitor." Ambrose sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I had no other choice, unfortunately."
"I see..." The Wisdom King caressed his chin and chuckled before erupting into laughter. "Hahahahaha!"
"G-grandmaster?" Zhen had never seen the Wisdom King laugh this hard, and he wondered whether he had accidentally gone mad because he spat the tea onto his face.
"Good, good!" The Wisdom King slammed his hand on the table, and grinned ear-to-ear. "You've grown stronger!"
"Thank you, master." Ambrose bowed with a smile.
"Still, you've got a long way to go before you can oppose the Blackies." The Wisdom King took a deep breath as he again felt his scars tingle in pain.
The pale-skinned face with white eyes and long, flowy white hair flashed through his mind.
'Matchitehew!'
"By the way, why've you come here?" He asked curiously.
"For multiple reasons." Ambrose raised four fingers. "First, learn soul healing. Second, I want to create more skills, and third, lay the foundation for my Immortal Style!
"I also want to have new swords from the blacksmith of the town. I have required material for it."
"I see." The Wisdom King nodded. "That can be arranged."
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Chapter 381 Four Things
n0velb1n
"You do? Good." Zhen nodded, and pointed his finger towards a small hut that was tucked in the corner of the town.
The hut had a chimney with smoke billowing out of it, and the hut was mostly created by square-shaped rocks. It looked very durable.
"That's where the blacksmith lives." Zhen said and returned his gaze to the temple above the stairs.
"When you've finished your business with the Wisdom King, you should give him a visit." He then glanced at the purple-eyed man.
If he hadn't seen the newspaper, he wouldn't have recognized him, at all. It was not only his appearance that had changed; his whole vibe was completely different.
He left the Honorable Temple as a boy but returned as a man.
"Aight." Ambrose nodded and started thinking about what kind of sword he wanted while walking up the long flight of stairs.
'I wonder if 10 pieces of crimson metal are enough for two swords.'
After the walk came to end, they arrived at the final step of the flight of stairs, and entered the temple.
There were bald-headed disciples prostrating in the yard, chanting towards the golden statue with fervent-looking gazes.
Smack, smack—a distance away, two bald-headed Honorables were fighting with training swords.
As they moved across the training ground, they looked as if they weighed less than a feather, as their steps seemed very light.
It almost looked like they also used Formlessness, but there wasn't the same kind of fluidity as with Ambrose's movements.
The Honorable's movements looked like they had a reason for every step; a meaning and strategy behind their strikes.
Ambrose's movements were random and completely based on instinct. It didn't look like he thought a second longer about what he had to do.
That was the principle of Formlessness.
He, of course, still didn't fight without thinking. He thought a lot, but with Formlessness, he couldn't as well as he moved too fast even for his own liking.
He never wanted to focus his swordsmanship on randomness and quickness. Therefore, he had another reason for visiting the Wisdom King.
Perhaps he could finally finish creating his style's foundation.
"However, they also want to use others to either find you or kill you. If you end up in a fight with one of them, trust me, the Red Inquisitors will find out, and they'll stay on that track like hunting dogs; never let go.
"However, even if they don't find you, they are more than pleased if you die to one of Reinhardt's enemies. They are wealthy enough to miss out on your bounty reward.
"If the plan succeeds and you die because of their scheming, their reputation among Black Inquisitors will rise. Black Inquisitors value scheming and powerful Inquisitors.
"Therefore, most Red Inquisitors only value promotion at this point. They have more money than they could spend, and now they just want more power."
"I see." Ambrose sighed and said, "I killed one Red Inquisitor a while back."
"Pfft!" Zhen spat out the tea, accidentally splattering the tea across the Wisdom King's face.
His eyes widened in shock. "G-grandmaster, I am sorry!"
"Ngh..." The Wisdom King looked blankly ahead.
"Master!" The clean-shaven servant came with the napkin and wiped his drenched face.
The Wisdom King massaged his temples and asked. "You did what now?"
"I killed a Red Inquisitor." Ambrose sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I had no other choice, unfortunately."
"I see..." The Wisdom King caressed his chin and chuckled before erupting into laughter. "Hahahahaha!"
"G-grandmaster?" Zhen had never seen the Wisdom King laugh this hard, and he wondered whether he had accidentally gone mad because he spat the tea onto his face.
"Good, good!" The Wisdom King slammed his hand on the table, and grinned ear-to-ear. "You've grown stronger!"
"Thank you, master." Ambrose bowed with a smile.
"Still, you've got a long way to go before you can oppose the Blackies." The Wisdom King took a deep breath as he again felt his scars tingle in pain.
The pale-skinned face with white eyes and long, flowy white hair flashed through his mind.
'Matchitehew!'
"By the way, why've you come here?" He asked curiously.
"For multiple reasons." Ambrose raised four fingers. "First, learn soul healing. Second, I want to create more skills, and third, lay the foundation for my Immortal Style!
"I also want to have new swords from the blacksmith of the town. I have required material for it."
"I see." The Wisdom King nodded. "That can be arranged."
Chapter 381 Four Things n0velb1n"You do? Good." Zhen nodded, and pointed his finger towards a small hut that was tucked in the corner of the town. The hut had a chimney with smoke billowing out of it, and the hut was mostly created by square-shaped rocks. It looked very durable. "That's where the blacksmith lives." Zhen said and returned his gaze to the temple above the stairs. "When you've finished your business with the Wisdom King, you should give him a visit." He then glanced at the purple-eyed man. If he hadn't seen the newspaper, he wouldn't have recognized him, at all. It was not only his appearance that had changed; his whole vibe was completely different. He left the Honorable Temple as a boy but returned as a man. "Aight." Ambrose nodded and started thinking about what kind of sword he wanted while walking up the long flight of stairs. 'I wonder if 10 pieces of crimson metal are enough for two swords.' After the walk came to end, they arrived at the final step of the flight of stairs, and entered the temple. There were bald-headed disciples prostrating in the yard, chanting towards the golden statue with fervent-looking gazes. Smack, smacka distance away, two bald-headed Honorables were fighting with training swords. As they moved across the training ground, they looked as if they weighed less than a feather, as their steps seemed very light. It almost looked like they also used Formlessness, but there wasn't the same kind of fluidity as with Ambrose's movements. The Honorable's movements looked like they had a reason for every step; a meaning and strategy behind their strikes. Ambrose's movements were random and completely based on instinct. It didn't look like he thought a second longer about what he had to do. That was the principle of Formlessness. He, of course, still didn't fight without thinking. He thought a lot, but with Formlessness, he couldn't as well as he moved too fast even for his own liking. He never wanted to focus his swordsmanship on randomness and quickness. Therefore, he had another reason for visiting the Wisdom King. Perhaps he could finally finish creating his style's foundation. "However, they also want to use others to either find you or kill you. If you end up in a fight with one of them, trust me, the Red Inquisitors will find out, and they'll stay on that track like hunting dogs; never let go. "However, even if they don't find you, they are more than pleased if you die to one of Reinhardt's enemies. They are wealthy enough to miss out on your bounty reward. "If the plan succeeds and you die because of their scheming, their reputation among Black Inquisitors will rise. Black Inquisitors value scheming and powerful Inquisitors. "Therefore, most Red Inquisitors only value promotion at this point. They have more money than they could spend, and now they just want more power." "I see." Ambrose sighed and said, "I killed one Red Inquisitor a while back." "Pfft!" Zhen spat out the tea, accidentally splattering the tea across the Wisdom King's face. His eyes widened in shock. "G-grandmaster, I am sorry!" "Ngh..." The Wisdom King looked blankly ahead. "Master!" The clean-shaven servant came with the napkin and wiped his drenched face. The Wisdom King massaged his temples and asked. "You did what now?" "I killed a Red Inquisitor." Ambrose sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I had no other choice, unfortunately." "I see..." The Wisdom King caressed his chin and chuckled before erupting into laughter. "Hahahahaha!" "G-grandmaster?" Zhen had never seen the Wisdom King laugh this hard, and he wondered whether he had accidentally gone mad because he spat the tea onto his face. "Good, good!" The Wisdom King slammed his hand on the table, and grinned ear-to-ear. "You've grown stronger!" "Thank you, master." Ambrose bowed with a smile. "Still, you've got a long way to go before you can oppose the Blackies." The Wisdom King took a deep breath as he again felt his scars tingle in pain. The pale-skinned face with white eyes and long, flowy white hair flashed through his mind. 'Matchitehew!' "By the way, why've you come here?" He asked curiously. "For multiple reasons." Ambrose raised four fingers. "First, learn soul healing. Second, I want to create more skills, and third, lay the foundation for my Immortal Style! "I also want to have new swords from the blacksmith of the town. I have required material for it." "I see." The Wisdom King nodded. "That can be arranged."
