Wilbur painstakingly tried a few more times, but every attempt ended the same. All of a sudden, Wilbur remembered that this was a formation that Senior Fremont had set up as a test for Wilbur. Realization struck him then. It would hardly be a test if it was so easily found, wouldn't it? "Mister Penn!" Arsi's voice sounded from afar then. Wilbur put the first dragon cauldron away and looked over. Arsi was running this way, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind." Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't… Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?" "Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here." Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands. He then tossed it into his demiplane. "
Although Wilbur has gained a hundred and fifty years of cultivation, he did not mind a hundred more. After all, no cultivator would turn such an offer down. Yet the dragon's voice was not heard again. It was a clear rejection of Wilbur's request. "Dude, c'mon! Weren't we just having a nice little chat? Why would you run away like that?" Wilbur's voice echoed in the demiplane, but there was no response. With no other choice, Wilbur turned to the screen to look at his options. There was a dozen or so options, with the good stuff that cost more grace points at the top. "Dragon's Breath. Cultivating this will allow you to sense any formations within a hundred-meter radius. This skill can be strengthened along with cultivation level. Costs fifteen thousand grace points." Wilbur gasped. Wasn't this exactly what he needed? Wilbur's master, the water dragon Orkot had once said that cultivators from middle and upper dimensions typically used formations to protect themselves. The Dr
Of course, Layla was much more professional and detailed than just providing that much. She arranged a trip for Wilbur to the Riol airport from Diseya that would take three hours, then a series of trips to other places from there. The entire schedule would allow Wilbur to partake in fifteen auctions over the course of two days. Wilbur headed to the parking lot at once and spoke to Arsi briefly before driving right out of Diseya to Samon. He took a flight to Riol, then to Dillsana. Wilbur flew around half the globe in just a little over a day. He attended fourteen auctions and spent over a billion dollars bidding on various collector's items that he put into his demiplane. Wilbur used the last half-day to fly back to Moda. He had not expected the last auction to be held in Monsato, the capital of Moda. Layla had pre-purchased entry tickets to the auction for Wilbur, so he only needed to scan the digital copy of it on his phone to enter. The flight here had delayed him by half an
The bodyguard had a glint in his eyes that suggested he thought little of Wilbur. Wilbur was quick to catch on to what was going on and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to meet Mister Fawkes." "This way, please." The bodyguard gestured to Wilbur, who followed him out of the auction room. Wilbur did not actually want to get to know Fawkes. He was only saying so to avoid having other people try to get close to him. Wilbur had successfully bid for the most valuable items in the auction, which was a clear indicator of his wealth. A dozen or so pairs of eyes landed on him then, and their owners would have come crowding over even if the bodyguard had not shown up. However, things were different now. Everyone else looked rather disdained upon hearing Wilbur agree to meet Mister Fawkes. They were now certain that Wilbur had only come for the auction as a ploy to be acquainted with Mister Fawkes. Fawkes was the biggest jeweler in all of Moda. He even owned a diamond mine. He had become the ric
"What? A hundred million dollars? Who gave you the gall to speak to me like that?" Fawkes glowered at Wilbur, who shrugged and turned to leave while saying, "I guess we don't have a deal, then." "You!" Fawkes watched as Wilbur disappeared through the door, hardly able to contain his fury. "No one has dared to speak to me like that in twenty years. Who does this guy think he is, huh?" The bodyguard walked over then. "We've looked into him, Mister Fawkes. Wilbur Penn isn't from here." "That's great, then. Make sure the guy doesn't make it out of Moda today, Devon. I want it to look like an accident." "Of course, Mister Fawkes." Devon nodded and left the room. Fawkes sneered coldly. "That'll teach you not to mess with me." Fawkes was powerful now, but he had been a newbie just like everyone else twenty years ago. He had met his fair share of business disputes and would have been wiped out had it not been for his ruthless ways. Wilbur's appearance had humiliated Fawkes,
Just then, a deafening rumble sounded from behind Wilbur. He turned to see eight cars behind him, and all of them were race cars. Anyone else would have been scared out of their wits at the sight, but Wilbur merely smiled. "I guess they're not even trying to hide it now. Well, let's race, then." Wilbur continued to accelerate as the van sped ahead. The fleet of race cars chased behind him, following him all the way out of Monsato as they raced through the desert road. There was hardly anyone on the road. It took less than five minutes for the eight race cars to gain speed and catch up to Wilbur. Race cars far outclassed regular cars in terms of speed. Moreover, it was a wide road with no barriers separating the lanes. It was physically impossible for Wilbur to lose the fleet of cars. Soon enough, the first race car rammed into the back of Wilbur's van. Wilbur released his dragon's aura to envelop the entire van, and the front wheels of the race car seemed to slip as it began to
"What are you going to do?" Vicks had swerved in front of Devon without answering him. Both their cars maintained the same speed, and Devon had no choice but to accelerate and push his car forward, using the race car's bumper to lock Vick's car into position and continue pushing it forward. Just then, Devon saw Vicks climb out of his car with his pistol strapped to his waist. Vicks climbed on top of his race car, taking two steps backward before charging forward. Devon realized what Vicks was trying to do and pushed Vicks' car forward as well. Vicks leaped forward and grabbed the trunk of Wilbur's van, yanking it open and going inside. Vicks did not feel anything when he crashed into the trunk of the van. However, after going inside, he finally noticed a sharp sting in his nose. He felt it, and blood was trickling out of his nostrils. "This is all your fault, you bastard. You're going to f*cking die today!" Vicks took out an axe as he made his way to the front of the trunk,
Wilbur sighed. "I told you Vicks killed himself, didn't I? Do you believe me now?" He got back into his van, driving across the border of Moda and Kosanto, finally returning to Diseya. Back in his hotel room, Wilbur entered his demiplane. The encounter with Devon and the others on the way here had caused two and a half hours to tick by, and there was only half an hour left on the timer. Seeing as there was still a bit of time, Wilbur put all the items he had gotten from the auction into the Dragon's Altar one by one. His grace points increased as the pale flames shot up, and he got a total of four thousand grace points. "Four thousand?" Wilbur gasped. "That means I'm still a thousand grace points away. Does that mean I'm going to have to give up on the Dragon's Breath?" The thought disappointed Wilbur immensely, and he stumbled backward. He found himself tripping over a huge rock and turned to see the last ore he bid sitting there silently. Wilbur lit up at once. "Oh man,