"Brock, tell me the terms of your pact." Said Wang Bugui anxiously.
"In fact, it's not hard. I don't wish to make a pact directly with you, but for you and Hanae Chiou to make a deal with each other to merge your souls. This is because she can only survive if your body becomes her soul's vassal."
"If that happens, from now on, no matter how far away both of you are, you'll be able to sense each other's position and safety. Furthermore, you'll each be able to reap the result of the other's training. This is known as Simultaneous Training in the terminology of members of religious orders from the East. That said, it'll still be necessary to make a pact with me, if you agree." Said Brock.
"Tell me your terms directly." Wang Bugui said, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Fine, my terms are that you have to kill Dracula and bring his soul to me— Hanae Chiou's death is linked to him. How dare he kill my follower! A
Wang Bugui walked forward and absorbed Hanae Chiou's soul carefully into his body. He kept the soul of the beautiful woman in his heart as a reminder that he had to work hard on becoming stronger. He then transformed her weapons into energy and stored them in his left arm before walking up to Druid and Merutia. "Thank you for your concern before. I have to return to my clan to settle something and can't accompany both of you back." Wang Bugui said. "Bugui, I..." Druid did not know what to say. After all, all of his people had perished on the battlefield, and he alone was left. "Bugui, why don't you come with us. You are rather talented in every way, I believe Clara will tutor you in magic. Who knows, you can be the next Wisdom. Or, you could go to the Sanctuary Knighthood Hall. With your talent, I believe you can definitely become the strongest Seraph Knight. I believe both factions will agree to take you in; the Blood Hunter Clan has sa
Wang Bugui wore the crystal pendant around his neck, which was his most precious treasure now. He took some money from the manor, then started the manor magic system to block it. Seen from the outside, it was a quarantined waste area. If someone entered it, he would be trapped by the magic system, and only after three days could he be released. "The house will be full of warmth again, and it won't be too long. I will take all the responsibilities of the Blood Hunter Clan." After a glance at the house, Wang Bugui left. His goal was pretty clear. He must go to the East to study Taoism cultivation. Wang Xuanming's power was totally terrible, unparalleled, and amazing. He was comparable to the full-energy Dracula when his two forbidden arts were both put into effect; he even injured the Infantes seriously with a punch, and he failed eventually only because of the gap between the immortals and the mortals. Wang Bugui arrived at the world-famous Stonehenge, which w
As night fell, the streets of London were now in a carnival, and people were celebrating Halloween. The streets and alleys were full of cheerful chatting and laughing. People on the streets played a variety of strange characters with all kinds of happy music. Everyone was immersed in the gala night. No one would notice a sad boy on this occasion. He stood in a daze under the Big Ben alone, wearing a tuxedo and a pair of bright leather shoes. He had no extra ornaments, except for a teardrop drawn with a black paint pen at the lacrimal nevus on his face. This teardrop was his only Halloween costume, embellishing his handsome evil face well. Its matching with the lacrimal nevus he was born with offered a special beauty. But this kind of beauty also revealed an unspeakable sadness. People passing by didn't know what role he was playing. But he looked so good-looking that people couldn't help but get a good feeling naturally. Both men and women would stop to see him for a w
"I'll kill you, Brock!" Wang Bugui whispered to vent his anger. Brock sent him to a toilet of an ordinary passenger plane. He couldn't go out now. It would be troublesome if the stewardesses discovered that there was an unexpected guest on the plane. He didn't have an ID card; it was smuggling. The unlucky Wang Bugui stayed all the way in the toilet before the plane landed, then he just dared to follow the crowd to get off the plane. During this time, a stewardess seemed to discover him, which pushed him to quickly turn around and rush out. After that, he followed the crowd to continue to go out, and only then did he find out that he was at the Lhasa Gongga Airport. He asked a nearby person how far was the Kunlun Mountain from here. The man answered that more than 3,300 kilometers. Later, he remembered that the pounds he brought were useless. His deposit in the bank was also the pound. With a bitter smile, he could only run to the urban district of Lhasa firs
The Kunlun Mountain is also known as Kunlun Virtual, China's first divine mountain, Mountain of All Ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Mountain Yu. This mountain range starts from the eastern part of the Pamir Plateau, runs through Xinjiang and Tibet, and extends to Qinghai. It has a total length of 2,500 kilometers, with an average elevation of 5,500-6,000 meters and a total area of more than 500,000 square kilometers. The Kunlun Mountain has a prominent position as the ancestor of all mountains in the cultural history of the Chinese nation. The ancients called it the ancestor of the dragon vein of China. The climate here is severely chill. With continuous ice peaks and snow hills, it is the mountain with the most glaciers in China. The numerous glaciers hover in the valley like jade dragons, and one will be dazzled by the endless ice towers, ice waterfalls, and ice cracks. The rich glaciers and snow have become the source of many rivers. There are too many legends abou
The waters of the Jade Lake of the Queen Mother of the West were green and clear as day. All kinds of birds could be seen playing or gliding on its surface, and everything looked extremely peaceful. The grass on the banks of the lake was lush and a large variety of animals such as wild yaks, brown bears and Tibetan antelopes roamed in the surrounding area. -Wang Bugui was consumed by the divine beauty of the lake and spent a long time immersed in the scenery before circling around it to resume his search. After walking for a while, he met a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged 100 meters away facing the Jade Lake. He was dressed in the white robes of a Taoist priest and his long black hair cascaded down his shoulders. A Taoist sword was beside him, and he gave off a strong deity-like aura as he sat cross-legged observing the peaceful view in front of him. A few small animals were lying on the ground beside him, as if drawn to his aura. Upon seeing this, Wang Bugui dashed
"Wang Bugui? Wang?! Could it be... tell me whether the blue light came from a pendant," asked the charlatan frantically. "How did you know?" Wang Bugui asked in surprise. "What? It's really that object. So, you're already..." the charlatan muttered blankly as he took two steps backward involuntarily. "Who are you exactly, and how come you know that I have a pendant?" Wang Bugui asked, feeling that there was some connection between this man and his father. "Me? Of course I know about that. That pendant belongs to my disciple, so how did it fall into your hands?" asked the charlatan, looking lost. "What did you say? This, this belongs to your disciple? So, you're my father's Master?" Wang Bugui continued asking, again surprised. "You're his son? Tell me quickly, is your father still well?" the charlatan asked hurriedly, his eyes glowing. "He, he died in a foreign
"I never expected anyone to be able to reach such a stage. A person who can reach the six-hour mark is a talent that appears once every few generations! Is this boy's potential truly so great? Is the Human Emperor of our sect, dormant for so long, finally appearing on Earth again? Xuanming, I believe you would be overjoyed if you knew." Yun Jinghong said, as he felt overjoyed and sad at the same time. He was pleased with Wang Bugui's potential, but felt his heart wrench as he thought of the boy's father, who had also been said to possess a demon-like amount of talent. Suddenly, Wang Bugui could feel the pressure on his body gradually ease off. In fact, the longest it could exist was for six hours. He howled with joy as he stood up and channeled his blood vigor with whatever strength he had left at the receding aura. He heard a sound as the pressure surrounding him dispersed, unexpectedly not attacking him. "Sheesh--! How could he still have so muc