Nobilis of War

Chapter 101 Conflict (Part One)

Darren kept running without taking any rest. He had no more rune papers to help him now. If a

cultivator of the Wonder Realm, or even some cultivators of the Mysterious Realm caught up with him,

he would certainly get killed.

He ran as farther west as he could. By the time he took the time to stop to take a breath, he had

already run for hundreds of miles.

The ancient parchment scroll Hailey left him included the location of the eight Holy Lands in the world

and he had read that the Dragon Holy Land and the Lotus Holy Land were in the west. One of the

reasons why Darren headed towards west was to find his sister.

'I wonder how Elsa is doing. Every time I think about her, the sword core in my elixir field would react.

Very interesting. I wonder if it's because we absorbed the same sword intent when we worked on our

sword cores. So we can feel each other now. Is that it?' Darren mused.

Gaining new strengthened determination from the thought, he set off again, walking towards west. His

feeling told him that he would also find Elsa in the west. He wasn't certain if his feeling was right or

wrong, but it was better than going with nothing.

A few hours of walking later, Darren found a prosperous city at the foot of a mountain.

After having climbed over several mountains, it felt like it was almost heaven-sent for him to find such a

perfect place for a respite. He then leaped into the air and landed in front of the city.

"Andor City! What a big city!" he delightedly exclaimed. As he walked into the city, he found that the

place was much more lively and bustling than Acqua City. There were people and merchants anywhere

he looked.

Darren roamed around for a while and later stumbled upon a restaurant where the food for sale

contained spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

At the center of the restaurant hall, a middle-aged man with a moustache was earning a living, holding

a storytelling spectacle of sorts.

The man leaned forward, trying to intrigue his audience. "One moment, the boy held up his sword. The

next second, bright purple lightning appeared around the sword! When the lightning cleared out, the

boy had changed into a giant, a colossus!" The man stretched out his arms for extra theatrics and

continued, "The moment he brandished his sword, the weather changed and the earth shook. His

opponents, the cultivators of the Wonder Realm, were frightened out of their shit…"

"That's so ridiculous! How is that even possible? It's all bullshit! How stupid do you think we are?"

someone from the audience interrupted.

"Yeah! It's so dramatic, but I like it," another stated.

"Hey, you! If that story is really true, then what's the boy's name and where does he come from?"

another one challenged.

"Ha-ha!" the man chuckled. He stroked his moustache, leaning forward once again, as if he was about

to tell the audience a secret. "You want to know his name and where he comes from? I know that of

course," he went on.

He picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of tea, slowly tasting it, taking his time.

"Then why don't you spill it? Or do you want to tell it to my fist?" one of the audience hotly said.

"Oh, come on! Be patient, man! Of course I will tell it. Chill out, chill out!" he said, trying to calm down

the audience. The man paused for a moment.

Darren found himself intrigued by the man as well. He did not expect that his story had reached other

cities far away from the Ilmen Sect. He had a hunch that it was the disciples of the Ilmen Sect who

scattered out the story. Seven days had passed since that incident. He would not be surprised if he

were to find out that the story had somehow reached further than Andor City.

"The story says the boy's last name is Chu and he is from heaven. His father is a respectable god in

the heaven," the man revealed as he pointed to the ceiling. "His father takes charge of a palace in

heaven."

"What the hell are you talking about? No money for you!"

"Let's go, everyone! He just fooled us. Tch, heaven. Ridiculous!"

The man's audiences started to leave in droves. He grew anxious as he watched them leave.

Darren shook his head in pity for the man. He then walked over towards him and threw him a spiritual

herb.

"Hey! You!" the man called out. "If you didn't like my show, you can just leave like the rest of them did.

You didn't have to throw crap at me!" The man became angrier.

A new batch of guests were just beginning to arrive at the restaurant.

The man had picked up the herb and was about to throw it back at Darren when one of the new guests

noticed the herb and interjected, "That's a superior spiritual herb!"

Based on the clothes the guests were wearing, it could be presumed that they were from a rich family,

plus they were all carrying weapons. They were most likely from a martial arts clan. Otherwise, they

would not have been able to tell that the herb was a superior spiritual herb with just a glance.

"Oh! It's true! That really is a superior spiritual herb!" a young man exclaimed. "Hey, you! I will give you

four hundred for that herb," he said as he took out money from his pocket and threw it at the man's

direction.

"I'm sorry, mister. I'm afraid it's not for sale," the man replied as he quickly hid the herb into his pocket.

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that a superior spiritual herb was worth a fortune, at least a thousand.

"Save your nonsense! Will you give it to me or not?" the young man threatened.

The threat scared the man, but once he had thought about how much the superior spiritual herb was

worth, it became hard to convince him to give it up. In the end, he just shook his head.