Wilbur quickly dodged the snow wolf and avoided the attack. He kept his balance and looked up again. Snow wolves were sprinting toward him from the sides at the same time. The snow wolves leaped and lunged at Wilbur. He dodged again, feeling confused as he faced the two snow wolves. Then, he heard shuffling noises from behind once more. He could not believe the first snow wolf snuck behind him. With a loud roar, the three snow wolves attacked at the same time. Wilbur stepped and leaped into the air. Suddenly, a huge tree moved next to him. It extended its branch and slapped Wilbur on the back, smacking him to the ground. "Argh!" He felt pain in his back, and he crashed into the snowy ground. He flicked his right wrist and wielded his thunder cleaver. He looked around at the snow wolves and asked through a clenched jaw, "What are you doing?" The snow wolves did not attack. There was a voice coming from the depths of the forest, "Sorry, you can't fly in this battle. You can onl

The float in the hole moved at that moment. The old man pulled forcefully and laughed, exclaiming, "It took the bait! Get up here!" The fish line instantly became tense. Then, the old man lowered his body and crashed onto the ice surface. He smirked and said, "It's not going to escape this time!" The old man stood with the leverage of the ground while gripping the fishing rod. He pulled harshly, and a big fish instantly flew out from the water. It landed heavily on the ice surface. The big fish kept flopping around, creating loud noises on the ice surface. Wilbur could not believe that the thick ice started to crack after the fish flopped just a few times. He was shocked by the sight and asked, "Isn't this fish way too powerful?" Wilbur realized that the fish was far more powerful than ordinary fish. However, it looked like an ordinary carp. He wondered how the carp grew so powerful. The old man took out a dagger and walked toward Wilbur. He said with a smile, "Don't be too s

"That's right. A lot of cultivators knew about the secrets of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons. Some of them died while searching for the cauldrons, but the smart ones hid themselves and observed in the dark. They will steal it when someone obtains a cauldron, so the cauldron won't belong to you even if you found it if you can't fight against them." Wilbur fell into silence. There were a lot of cultivators, after all. Wilbur was powerful, but he knew that they were a lot of cultivators hiding in the dark. Although they did not challenge him, it did not mean that they were inferior to him. He feared that he would not be able to secure the eighth dragon cauldron if they decided to intervene. The old man said, "In this world, it's the survival of the fittest, and humans can be greedy. You will be targeted if you have something they don't. If you're not powerful enough to protect what you own, it will eventually fall into the hands of others. You might even die in the process. So, you should

It proved that the axe was moved solely with the old man's strength. The old man looked weak with white hair, and he must be at least eighty years old. Wilbur did not expect him to chop the wood in halves with just one swing. "You're not angry at me now, are you?" "No, I won't be angry at you. I know that I'm not good enough." Wilbur's resentment vanished at that moment. He did not know how an old man who was at least eighty years old could chop the wood in half with pure physical strength. However, it happened right before his eyes. If the old man could do it, surely he could do the same. Wilbur realized that finding the eighth dragon cauldron would not be an easy task. Since the old man was willing to help him, he should not complain. For the next two weeks, Wilbur practiced chopping wood daily. Two weeks later, Wilbur forcefully swung the ax, and he finally split the wood in half. "I did it! Sir, I did it!" Wilbur picked up the wood and ran toward Lake Brant excitedly. T

The old man had tears in his eyes as he replied, "That's right. The merfolk caused the flood. Merfolk are brutal in nature, and they wanted to take over this place. The old man sighed as he spoke as if he was reliving those old memories again. He fell silent for a while, then he said, "If I knew about the secret of the merfolk back then, I think the people of Gelsa wouldn't have died. Jenny wouldn't need to die either. It's a shame that it's all too late now. Jenny won't come back to life again, and I'll never leave Gelsa." Wilbur could understand the old man. The flood was a traumatic moment in his heart, after all. Regardless of who caused it, the people of Gelsa were dead and injured in the end. The whole town was submerged. It was a deep trauma that the old man could not let go of even after decades had passed. "I once swore that no one would know my name again, so I didn't tell you when you asked my name. In fact, the merfolk had been living under Gelsa Lake after Gelsa was