Following that, the old man began digging in happily once more. Wilbur saw that and continued eating on his own. The old man, however, had a positively frightful appetite and eaten all four trotters and a large piece of pork within half an hour. The old man sat on the ground, licking the grease off his fingers as he stared at the rest of the boar on the grill. "That was really quite good. I'd even say it's the best wild boar I've had in thirty years." Wilbur said, "Are you done eating now, sir?" "Yes, I'm done," the old man smiled. "Alright, I'll put it away now." The old man saw Wilbur getting up and scrambled to his feet to grab Wilbur. "Hey, hey, what's the rush? You can put it away later." Wilbur took a deep breath. "Sir, I can tell you really like the taste of this wild boar. You could just say that, and I'd be happy to give you half of it so we can both have food, okay?" There were plenty more wild boars in the forest, some of them even weighing more than this one.
The old man blinked. "Well, uhh… I'm sure you know about the enchanted formation beneath this forest, don't you? That formation has three cores, and each core is protected by a guardian. I'm the guardian of the formation core on the left, the Wind Sprite." "Oh," said Wilbur. "You're Mister Wind Sprite." "I saw that you're Dashan, just like me. That's the only reason I appeared to see you." Wilbur had already guessed that the old man might be a formation guardian but hearing it from the guy himself still shocked Wilbur. "Alright, then. Since you showed up yourself, I don't have to go looking for you. Let's have the duel here." "Ha. You're a little impatient, aren't you?" The Wind Sprite flicked his sleeves. "Well, let's go, then." "Don't mind if I do." Wilbur leaped off the ground holding his thunder cleaver and charged toward Wind Sprite. All of a sudden, Wind Sprite turned invisible. Wilbur's attack missed completely, and he looked around in search of his opponent. The ne
As long as he could summon the dragon formed from his dragon aura and have it fly around, the dragon would be able to block Wind Sprite's attack. However, this was the only chance Wilbur had. If he were to fail, Wind Sprite would probably kill him before he could summon the dragon once more. Thus, Wilbur had to improve his hearing and attack speed to secure a chance at beating Wind Sprite. With that in mind, Wilbur made up his mind on what he was going to do. His body had completely recovered half an hour later, and he tore off a strip of fabric from his clothes to use as a blindfold. He picked up a rock off the ground, tossing it out. The rock hit a big tree, causing its branches to shake as a wave of leaves fell from the tree. Wilbur's ear twitched, and he struck out at once. Wilbur danced through the air, swinging his sword around, piercing through each leaf one by one before they hit the ground. After the leaves stopped falling, Wilbur took off the blindfold to inspect the
Wilbur let out a cry of fury, swinging down in an attack. The black blade aura struck the magical tower with an enormous rumble, but it was completely unaffected. "Ha! I guess you're going to have to wait another ten years to enter the Vicente Primeval Forest again! The only thing that will break this tower is an upper dimensional law. Nothing else works!" Wilbur's eyes lit up at the words. He muttered a spell as he put his hands together, and a big dragon appeared around him. Just then, a golden pearl appeared above Wilbur's head. It landed on the dragon the next second, turning the dragon into a golden color as it melded into the dragon completely! The golden dragon had appeared! Wilbur roared, "Dragon Move Third Level: Dragon out of the Water!" It turned out that Wilbur had been practicing the Dragon Move this entire time and had now raised his skills to the third level. "Roar!" The golden dragon flicked its tail, soaring upwards. Its tail struck the tower, reducing i
This time, Wilbur was unconscious for a full week. He dreamed of a golden dragon soaring about in the sky, lighting the clouds up with a golden hue. The sight was magnificent and breathtaking, and Wilbur seemed to be filled with courage in its wake. It was as if he had been blessed by the protection of the golden dragon and had nothing else to fear. "Come on, then!" Wilbur put both his hands together, sitting up from the ground as his eyes flew open. "What the…" Wilbur looked around in surprise. His dream faded completely, but the power he felt in his body was very real. "Oh, you're awake. Had a nightmare, huh? Don't worry, no one's going to hurt you with me around." Wilbur looked up to see Wind Sprite walking toward him. "Mister Wind Sprite, I…" "You won." The Wind Sprite reached out with his right hand. "You've passed my test, which means you've defeated one out of the three guardians of the formation cores." Wilbur took Wind Sprite's hand, pulling himself to hi
"Mister Wind Sprite!" Wilbur stared as Wind Sprite left, falling into a silent daze. Indeed, Wilbur had pulled his strongest move in the battle with Wind Sprite earlier. If the other two guardians were even stronger than him, it would be quite impossible for Wilbur to win. But Wilbur did not want to lose. He had gone through so much to get here and would have to wait another ten years if he failed now. Ten years was a long time for a cultivator and getting banned from entering the Vicente Primeval Forest over his defeat was humiliating. Wind Sprite's words replayed over and over again in Wilbur's head as he walked along in the forest. Wilbur did not want to lose, and he gritted his teeth. "I'm sure there's a way to turn the tables!" After giving it some thought, Wilbur lit up as if he had an epiphany. "That's it! The Dragon's Altar!" The Dragon Move came from the Dragon's Altar, and Wilbur had acquired many great things from the altar. Maybe he would be able to get someth
It was important to note that grace points were hard to come by, and spending ten thousand of them on a hundred years of cultivation that Wilbur was not even sure he would be able to completely absorb was a huge risk. What if he only managed to absorb ten, or twenty years out of everything? He would be making a huge loss. Wilbur even felt like the cultivation in the Dragon Soul Essence was a special form of energy. It was not like the kind of cultivation that one practiced through hard work and effort and would disappear quickly once it was released. That meant that it would only provide a short-term boost to Wilbur's power. If that was the case, Wilbur did not think this essence was worth ten thousand grace points, not even if it would give him a thousand years of cultivation. However, Wilbur was now deep inside the Vicente Primeval Forest and there was no one here who could help him. He did not exactly have many options here. Wilbur purchased one Dragon Soul Essence and watched
The blonde man said, "I'm always up for a challenge, but I'll never lose. Do you get it?" "Of course," said Wilbur. The man got up from the ground, reaching out to grab the enormous handle hovering in the air. "Remember this: I'm not like Wind Sprite. You only get one chance with me, and if you lose, you can't step foot into this forest for the next ten years." "I respect the rules, but I'm not losing," Wilbur replied. Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver. "Oh, can I please know your name?" "My name's Jerome." Wilbur and Jerome stood across from each other. The air seemed to tense up around them, and it only took two seconds before they both charged at each other. "Have a taste of the Earthly Hammer, young man!" Jerome leaped into the air, swinging the hammer towards Wilbur. To Jerome's surprise, Wilbur did not block the hammer's attack with his thunder cleaver. Instead, he stuck out his left arm, and it vibrated with the Earth-type defensive skill that Wilbur had culti