Mystical Journey - Page 697/891

Chapter 697: Plan 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He remembered, the last time he parted ways with AG, that fellow was still with that girl whom he was still entangled with. It seemed like she might have been a witch.

In AG's planning, it was clearly demonstrated that he had the strength to destroy one of Blood's five-scepter-clan. He could see it from the way he planned it out.

The statistics and information were passed on for more than ten minutes before it ended. Then, Garen picked up the notebook and read.

At the bottom, the scheduled time, place, as well as the number of people they needed were recorded.

AG seemed a bit more relaxed with his arrangements. The only he needed was for Garen himself to show up. In fact, he already had quite a lot of things to handle here.

Such as training seed scholars; these students would serve as the first official disciples of Holy Fist Place. The speed of a few among them was quite fast, and with the help of the Soul Primer, they had reached the standard level of typical martial artists. Even though most of it was boosted with the help of Garen's Soul Primer, but credits must be given to their efforts and understanding towards the subject.

Training students, observing Nadia's qi under suppression, and search for the new masks. On top of that, he had to make arrangements for his sister, Arisa, and more. He could not allow them to stay here all day, especially for Arisa and her people. Garen felt that Isoras and Arisa were the two key figures influencing the overall situation of the world. To put it in simple terms, being with them, one would never be in a situation without trouble. Just like a certain dead student on Earth, although they had not reached the point where there was a murder everywhere they went, at least it was a typical mess.

Yet the most troublesome one between the three of them was Nadia - he would never allow her position fall. So far, according to Garen's contact with Nadia, she still does not have all her strength. The Army Level of Endor had a lot of strong fighters, and even up to now, they had only used projections to attack again and again for three days. But her projections only had the strength to project less than half her body. However, the terrifying thing was that this strength was only counted as her first life performance. With the true core of her Nine-Headed Dragon talent, her ability of eighty-one lives did not even activate once. Every time she dies, her strength should double up, according to the most basic body strength as a standard measurement. Once her eighty-one lives had come to its final form, all energy of her eighty-one final form would then be compiled, which would be equivalent to Nadia now but with eighty-one times of the strength.

That was her true strength, and it was what worried Garen the most.

He went to the secret room, took out the Demonic Book that was in a dark divider, and returned to the study room to sit down.

Without the lights, his vision was clear enough for him to read the words on the Demonic Book under the dim moonlight, just as if it was daytime.

He picked up the pen again. So far, there were already records of the countless Secret Techniques he had remembered from the Book of Demonic Secret Techniques. He even wrote down some of the proper secret techniques. In the end, he was enchanted by the Demonic Book which had become a powerful Demonic Secret Technique.

Until this moment, he had already covered 89 percent of the essence of Secret Technique in this book - all the Secret Techniques he had seen, practiced, and fought before. Everything was recorded at the top of the book.

The remaining ten percent of the content was for the toughest areas.

That was the Living Secret Technique.

No matter if it was Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, the Hellfrost Peacock Technique he was currently practicing, or even the other types of Demonic Living Secret Techniques such as Flame and Metal that were kept in his memories, he still could not figure them out.

Hence, he could only note down, step by step, his own understanding, and truth to it.

The Demonic Books increased as its content increased. It had been constantly changing since the black ink in the beginning, and to the faint glowing dark gold luster now.

Garen lifted his pen, and slowly wrote down a new Secret Technique at the bottom of the page: Han Jade Technique. But before that, he rearranged some Secret Techniques that were not the best. A lot of them were the ones he had practiced before, such as Red Jade Palm and Mammoth Secret Technique.

Regarding Black Water True Technique, he had recorded it down earlier.

During the recording process, The other Demonic Book in Garen's head was slowly changing as the surface glowed with a touch of dark gold luster.

This book had completely turned into Demonic Book. The rare technique method on the top could allow anyone who had it the power to change their own fate. The Demonic Book itself seemed to have produced a Soul Seed qi; for anyone who practiced the Secret Technique noted at the top, they would be able to achieve that Secret Technique very quickly under the influence of the Demonic Book if they had it for a long period of time. This, along with Garen's soul qi as a primer could be implanted to scholars as a reason.

'Soon… The Demonic Book would be completed soon. Then, you will be able to condense the second Soul Seed. By that time, maybe you would be able to reach a new level, and enhance your basic soul limit,' Black Sethe said with a hint of admiration. He admired Garen's spirit of constant growth, whereas he had lost this possibility.

"I can't seem to understand the Living Secret Technique seed, and the Demonic Book cannot be completely done without it," Garen shook his head slightly, feeling a bit disappointed.

'But this type of rearranging would be very helpful for your martial arts.'

"That is true too."

Without saying more, Garen devoted himself to continue writing.

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After a couple of days.

The sound of delicate utensils hitting the plates rang continuously.

The white morning rays shot in through the window, and onto the table in the first floor of the villa.

Garen and his sister, Vivien, Arisa, and Isaros, along with Rob were eating their breakfast quietly.

The menu was oxtail stew with red wine, black ink cuttlefish, and Garen's favorite tomato cooked snails. Even though the dishes were simple, but the taste was authentic. This was also one of the main reason why Garen chose this mute maid, Marquilli in the first place.

"After resting for a few days, you should have recovered well? Garen radiantly looked at little Vivien. He knew that this girl had been enjoying these few days under the care of his people. Her face small face blushed red, and her mood was good.

"Brother, you didn't accompany us," Vivien pouted, and said unsatisfyingly, "What do you mean recovered well? My petite body has been hurt seriously. Without compensation, it will never heal…" This girl had thick nerves; she had quickly accepted the reality that her brother was a rich and powerful diamond bachelor. Furthermore, their family was not poor, and they lived under great conditions here. Hence naturally, she had gotten used to the life here.

These few days, she had been obsessed with the smart swimming pool that could add hot water. At the side, there was also a 3D projector cinema. Once some of the special features were switched on, there was still an additional feature of a massage and silver light flashes. Looking down from the second floor, it was like a mercury pool, glowing with countless silver spotlights. It was very beautiful - Rob made it just for little Vivien.

That guy loved to fool around. After a few trips here, he and little Vivien had been very happily fooling around together. He himself was about twenty-years-old. The age gap between them wasn't huge. Since he was young, he had been fooling around under the protection of his brother. When two people who loved to fool around were suddenly brought together, they hit off well; having such chemistry was rare.

"Where would you like to go today?" Garen lightly split the oxtail on his plate into pieces.

"To my private garden. I have a few jaguars there, as well as white pythons. Vivien wants to adopt a small leopard," Rob answered honestly. He doesn't know why, but since he and Vivien got together, he felt more and more guilty facing Garen - a kind of feeling as if he was facing his own brother.

"Beware of your safety, the Blood Breed might be making a move soon. Although the there is no possibility of you attacking first, it is better to take extra precautions," Garen advised.

"Brother, would you have some spare time later? Can you come with me?" Vivien pulled and blinked her narrow eyes at Arisa who was beside her. The latter's cheeks suddenly blushed.

Arisa was sitting smartly at the side, with her dark red curls falling down her shoulders. She looked exceptionally quiet with her dainty face as she bit her bottom lip. For a moment, she swept a glance at Garen. Under this situation where she was sitting opposite from him, this type of peeking could not be called a peek anymore but instead, she used a rather obvious and bold hint to show her attitude - she liked Garen.

Even Rob could not take this burning 'peak', but Garen still kept a calm and composed look. Suddenly, a sense of admiration arose.

"All of you can go ahead. I still have some things to sort out," Garen answered without lifting his head up.

However, he did not see the hint of disappointment flashed across Arisa's face.

When a bunch of them had finished their meal, and as they were about to leave the dining room, they came across a Nighthawk subordinate - a delicate and mature woman with black curly hair.

This woman was tall, but the strange thing was the silver mask she wore that covered half her face. It was only covering the lower part of her face, below her nose - people were able to see her gem-like, yet magnificently colorful eyes. Those pair of eyes gave people an incomparable sense of danger, like standing unprepared in front of a crocodile or rhinoceros that might snap anytime.

Regardless if it was Rob, Isaros, Arisa, or Vivien, they could all feel a deep chill in their hearts.

This woman… Was very powerful!

Unconsciously, Isaros put on her best attack posture; all the muscles in her body started to tense up.

As if the woman felt something, she swept a cold glance towards them. A scornful arc appeared at the edge of her mouth.

She lifted her head high, and proudly walked into the dining area. Then, she closed the door with her backhand. It was followed by the sound of the chair pulling outwards on the floor.

"Nasira, this is your Colson Fort," Garen's voice vaguely echoed.

Then, it seemed like the woman said something but no one could hear clearly. However, it seemed like the both of them opposed each other.

"Who are these friends of your brother's!" Rob now realized that he had completely put Garen into the position of his brother. He was starting to realize more as his understanding of Garen further developed. This Nighthawk King really possessed the power of terror. This was not just power, but his own strength. This quality of this terror was absolutely powerful, giving out a sense of overbearing respect.

His every world could involuntarily convince people; his body's aura and chi could easily coerce people around him that consciously made them listen to his orders.