Mystical Journey - chapter-724-contact-2
Chapter 724: Contact 2
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“Cece was gravely injured, and the opponent got away?” Garen sat in
the highest seat of the practice hall, watching the disciples spar
together with the other important delegates. When he received Quentin’s
call, he frowned slightly.
“The opponent is very powerful! She cannot be compared to the other two
elders, Cece’s Fantasy Fist Profound was broken, and she was injured in
the right rib, after checking I found that there’s some internal
bleeding from the shock. Thank goodness I saved her in time.”
“Tu Lan, was it? The other people from Wellington were dealt with?”
Garen asked softly.
“All dealt with, only the Elder Tu Lan is left,” Quentin replied.
“Get Cece to come back and meet me,” Garen said calmly.
Putting down the phone, even Garen was slightly surprised. Looks like he
had been careless, this last Wellington Elder was actually a true upper
level Blood Breed with real power, he had intended for her to be Cece’s
Seems like everything had all gone too smoothly, so he had begun to
neglect some details.
When he returned to his senses, the people from the three main fist
techniques around him were still chatting away happily, along with
Hochman and some other representatives from his disciples.
After Garen faced Master Sabik of the Mokso Sword Sect just now, the few
main sects all understood that Garen’s true power was far stronger than
they imagined, so they no longer dared to test him head-on. Instead, they
were trying to elicit information from Garen’s disciples about his
level of strength.
According to the East Pole Gate’s estimates, Garen’s power should be
equal to a Grand Master. He was only one step away from mind-to-null
refination, and the level of legends. Right now in the East, there were
no longer any masters at the qi-to-spirit level, only the masters of
history could achieve that step.
But they never could have imagined that Garen’s true strength lay in
his terrifyingly powerful body, and not in his mind. He could instantly
apply up to a thousand tons of force, that was a level far beyond his
understanding. And let’s not mention the power he had upon activating
the Seven Star Life’s Secret Point.
Right now, two of the figures on the arena were leaping and jumping,
intersecting with each other non-stop, each time they made contact, there
would be a dull explosive sound.
It was one of the masters of the Waterbird Fist under Hochman sparring
with one of Thams’ Sandt Fist disciples.
Strangely, the Sandt Fist gave off an impression of extreme softness, but
while it was soft, it could instantaneously burst out with a force like a
spring. It was just enough to fight against Hochman’s man, they were
The people sitting at the top did also seem to treat Garen as their
leader, his impressive blood qi had unconsciously covered the entire
arena. Especially now that he had mixed it with the Holy Phoenix
Scriptures, his dominating aura had gotten even stronger.
That almighty aura also leaked out slightly, forcing uneasiness into the
hearts of the representatives from the three main sects.
Only the East Pole Gate Master, Du Xinglong, was slightly more relaxed.
But that also meant he was even more aware that the power of the Holy
Fist Palace was indeed far stronger than he ever imagined.
“I hear that Palace Master Garen is looking for clues about the
Sleepless Faces everywhere.” While everyone else was focused on the
sparring going down below, Du Xinglong spoke slowly. “It just so
happens that I have some information about a mask that had wandered off
to the East.”
“Oh? What do you mean by that, Gate Master Du?” Garen brought his
attention away as he said calmly.
“We have already sent our men out to gather the masks. We of the East
Pole Gate are also rather in awe of the Holy Fist Palace’s martial arts
level, so I would like to send my young grandson here for a long-term
martial arts exchange program.”
“That would be fine, of course.” Garen nodded. He wore a mask, but
although no one could see his actual expression, they could tell from his
tone that he had no intention of rejecting them.
Du Xinglong knew very well that a chance like this, to allow his young
grandson to be this close to a qi-to-mind level Grand Master, would be
unthinkable of in the East. If he did not make full use of this chance,
by the time more people approached Garen, he might not be able to benefit
as much anymore. Once there were more people, naturally the Holy Fist
Palace would place less emphasis on them.
He understood what the Holy Fist Palace had planned, they wanted to reach
a true position in the international martial arts scene, and become the
true holy land for all martial arts sects.
Since they had a Grand Master standing guard over the Holy Fist Palace,
that title was naturally theirs for the taking.
“I just happened to have the same intention.” Beside them, Thams
smiled as he said, “And my allied sects will surely have the same plan.
When the time comes, I hope Palace Master Garen will help out our
youngsters in their training.”
“Of course, of course.” Garen nodded with a smile.
For a moment there, the host and the guests were all perfectly happy, the
main martial arts sects had also found a glimmer of hope in their battle
against the Blood Breeds through Garen. But the truly powerful Blood
Breeds were not the regular Blood Breeds, but the Death Apostles at the
very top. They were the ones with power comparable to a nuclear weapon,
and it all depended on whether or not the Holy Fist Palace could defend
against the Death Apostles’ revenge,
The Wellington family was not that easy to provoke, the Death Apostle
Wellington would surely not let this slide, so it all depended on what
happened after this.
After some more exchanges, Garen also understood that Thams had always
been close to the higher-ups of the Rexott group, his arrival here this
time obviously represented the Rexott Group’s attitude to some extent.
Manpower, financial power, and martial power, he had them all. The only
thing he needed now was a chance to show off the true power of the Holy
Standing in front of Cece’s sickbed, Garen was dressed all in white,
wearing a mask as he checked Cece’s condition.
He reached out his hand and touched Cece’s injured right ribs a few
times, then he pulled his hand back slowly. Next, he opened Cece’s
eyelids, checking her pupils.
The others, Quentin and Xander, all stood at the side respectfully.
There were only a few members of the Holy Fist Palace’s higher-ups
present in this room.
“Teacher, how is Cece’s condition?” Quentin asked, slightly worried.
“The destruction of the Fantasy Fist Profound damaged her spirit and
cranial nerves, she needs some rest. To normal people, cranial nerves
cannot be regenerated, but to us, it’s possible. It just requires a
longer time. Add that to the internal bleeding and shock caused by her
injuries, and she will need at least two months to recover.”
Garen replied as he pulled back his hand.
“Thank you, Teacher.” Ninox hid under the covers, her face slightly
red. The place on her right ribs where she was hurt was near her chest,
even if it was her teacher touching her like that, she was still
embarrassed to no end.
“Is this Tu Lan really that powerful?” Xander was rather incredulous,
“The other two Elders could be defeated by even a slightly stronger
middle level Blood Breed, why is this one Elder so ridiculously
“That is my mistake.” The door was pushed open, and Dahm strode in,
wearing a bright red cape.
“Greetings, Teacher.” He first lowered his head in a bow to Garen,
and then he began to explain the reason. “I learned about Tu Lan from
one of the Blood Breeds under my control. Although as Elders, they
don’t usually fight, but some of the older middle level Blood Breeds
were aware of some things. Tu Lan used to be the strongest general in the
Wellington family other than their chief, Wellington. Even among the
upper level Blood Breeds, she was one of the very best.”
His androgynous voice revealed a hint of rare solemnity.
“If you want to kill Tu Lan, either Hochman and I have to personally
fight her, or Teacher…” He did not continue, but his intention was
very clear. Unless Garen fought her personally, they would not be able to
ensure that it would go one without a hitch.
“How are things with the Blood Breeds’ secret party?”
Garen did not continue that topic, and switched to another one instead.
“The secret party has the main advantage now, most of the light
party’s power had been suppressed and taken apart. As for the attack on
Wellington, it looks like there’s no reaction for now, but it’s most
likely gathering momentum for a bigger impact. We need to be constantly
prepared for a counterattack by the Death Apostle Wellington at any
time,” Dahm replied seriously.
“No news about the Death Apostles Scarlet Moon and Ashen?”
“A little, they say that Ashen has gone missing, this is also the main
reason the light party is completely falling apart. Right now, even the
power of the Lion Mother cannot suppress the flames of the secret
party,” Dahm replied quickly.
Garen fell silent.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the sisters, Isaros and Arisa, as
well as that strange Scarlet Moon Blood Breed. Inexplicably, he felt as
though Isaros and the others may know a bit about Ashen’s disappearance.
The last time he secretly visited his parents, he had seen Arisa’s
condition, that little girl’s air of worldliness had gotten stronger.
That feeling of being part of the world’s path had grown stronger and
Isaros and her sister was evidently the core trigger to these events, he
had to be constantly aware of any developments on their part as he
gathered the masks.
Touching his right eyes lightly with his hand, that one completely blind
eye kept reminding him of the approaching danger from the Void
Nine-Headed Dragon King.
He needed to pick up the pace…
Secret party Blood Union
In a wide open white hall, in some mysterious ruins.
There were countless crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, like
so many small red suns, emitting a bright and gentle red light.
Underneath them were three giant silver balls floating in mid-air.
Each ball was more than ten meters in diameter, huge and round, filled
with an unnamed amber fluid that bubbled occasionally.
Strangely, there was a well-proportioned white-skinned human figure
suspended in each ball of liquid.
There were three bodies in the three balls, two male and one female. Each
of them wore different but equally elaborate long robes, even the men
wore long black dress-like robes with golden hems.
“Wellington, your old base was destroyed by those witches, but you
don’t seem too bothered at all.” One of the blonde men in black robes
opened his eyes, looking at another handsome man with otherworldly
“There’s too much trash in there, so I borrowed some outside power to
clean it out. My family has been rotten for too long.” Wellington had
short purple-red hair and a cold expression, as though he did not care
about his clan’s survival at all, “After all, it’d only take me a
few years to start another family again anyway.”
“Ashen has been critically wounded, without the help of the Lion
Mother, he cannot hide for long. Scarlet Moon, on the other hand, that
guy’s always been missing.” The blonde man was thoughtful.
“Wellington, I think you should still go back for a visit, that kid Tu
Lan should be close to a breakthrough, don’t let her be interrupted
just like that. There are only so few of us in this world, it’s been so
long since we had a new face around here, it’s too boring…”
The woman in the last sphere had completely white eyes and no pupils, her
long green hair reaching her waist.
“Oh?” Wellington looked slightly surprised, and after thinking for
some time, he spoke softly.
“Then I’ll go out for a bit. But are you sure it’s okay for just
the two of you to suppress Ashen’s Blood Nucleus?”
“Then why don’t you just get it settled sooner?” the woman laughed
“True.” Wellington nodded, and turned around slowly, swimming
backward lightly. Soon enough, he began to gradually disappear into the