Nobilis of War

Chapter 281 Acting Alone

Even though Darren had to leave his group, he didn't stray far from his team.

After landing on a deserted island, Darren studied his surroundings. He couldn't seem to allay the

sense of foreboding coursing through him. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

To his surprise, the real evil cultivator was not Lenny. That meant that the evil cultivator was still among

the superior talents. This put them in potential danger of death at any time.

Darren would not bother himself as much had they been chance acquaintances. However, Darren had

a good relationship with Tom. From Tom's agonized expression when he thought that Darren had been

killed and possessed by the evil cultivator, Darren could tell that Tom considered him to be a true friend.

As for the other talents, they had treated Darren well. Now that they were in danger, he could not sit

back and do nothing.

"Since the evil cultivator is hiding among them, they are in grave danger," Darren muttered. But he

couldn't figure out which of the talents had been possessed by the evil cultivator, nor could he

understand the evil cultivator's purpose. 'Does he kill people only for cultivation?

If he wants to kill people for cultivation, there are countless strong cultivators in the outside world. So

why is he trying so hard to enter the Raksa Sea? The only reasonable explanation is that the evil

cultivator came here for treasures or Primitive Stones, ' Darren analyzed the possibilities and

concluded that the evil cultivator wanted to use the superior talents to hunt for treasures.

'There is a possibility that the evil cultivator will not kill the other superior talents before he gets the

treasures he wants. They might remain safe until they discover his true identity, ' Darren surmised.

At this thought, Darren felt relieved. He decided to focus on his initial objective—to find the Primitive

Stones that he needed.

"Water Kylin, where are you?" Darren's voice echoed throughout the entire Ancient Void Battlefield.

"Ouch! Help me, master! Finley is going to roast and eat me," Water Kylin wept.

"Did you offend him again?" Darren asked with a shake of his head and a wry smile.

"I didn't offend him at all. He is insane! Save me, master," Water Kylin whined. The creature looked like

a pathetic dog that had been beaten up.

"Come out now. I have some business to discuss with you," Darren urged with his spiritual sense as he

teleported Water Kylin out of the Ancient Void Battlefield.

Since opening the Ancient Void Battlefield would consume a lot of controlling force, Darren chose to

only teleport the creature out of the battlefield. Since the Water Kylin originally belonged to the outside

world, he could teleport him at any time.

"Fuck you! You are a dead dog. I will cut you into pieces when you return to the Ancient Void

Battlefield!" Finley shouted in fury when he saw Water Kylin disappear. He was so furious that his roar

shook the whole space of the Ancient Void Battlefield.

"Little bastard. It was me who broke your spatial magic weapon. Bite me if you can. Come on, ha-ha-

ha," Water Kylin sneered at Finley as he left the Ancient Void Battlefield. Darren rolled his eyes when

he heard the two quarrel.

"Master, what do you want from me? I am not exaggerating, but another minute in the Ancient Void

Battlefield and I would have killed Finley," Water Kylin hummed.

"Enough of your rubbish. I know you have knelt a hundred times before Finley. Tell me. Do you know

where I can find this sort of stone on this island? Are you familiar with it?" Darren asked as he fished

out a Primitive Stone.

"The whole Raksa Sea is my territory. You can have any treasure you like. Why do you want this kind

of stone?" Water Kylin coughed awkwardly as he replied.

"Eh? Are you still talking nonsense? Answer my question." Darren glared at the beast.

"Well, this is..." Water Kylin paused for a while before continuing, "I didn't collect them, but I have seen

several such stones."

"Where are they? Take me there!" Darren's voice was full of joy.

Darren had come to the Raksa Sea mainly to collect the Primitive Stones as they would help him break

through to the Wonder Realm. A radiant smile lit up his face when he heard that Water Kylin knew the

location of Primitive Stones.

"We can't go there, master. It's not worth adventuring there for some fucking stones," Water Kylin said.

Fear reflected in his expression.

"Why? Does a powerful creature live there?" Darren asked, confused.

"Powerful? No! They are incredibly powerful! However, they won't come out unless we step into their

territory. We'd better not offend them."

"What do you mean by 'them'?"

"I have no idea. I only know that they call themselves the original residents and that they vowed to kill

any intruders." Water Kylin paused. A brief moment later, he continued, "It will be easier if you need

other kinds of stones."

"Other kinds of stones? Do you know of other kinds of stones?" Darren asked, intrigued.

"Damn it! Do you really think of me as an idiot? The Primitive Stone you mentioned contains the

Heavenly Repression Rule. Of course, many other rules have been contained in similar stones, like the

Ice Rule or the Thunder Rule. Over ten thousand such rules exist," Water Kylin looked at Darren

blandly as he explained.

Darren was stupefied. 'He knows that this is a Primitive Stone. The creature seems to know a lot about

it, ' Darren thought.

"Then why did you say that it is a shit stone?" Darren clapped the beast on his head as he reprimanded

him.

Water Kylin scratched his head with his claw. "It is, indeed, a shit stone as it is of no use to me. I

inherited the Primitive Rule. These stones contain only shit, which is attractive to ants, like tiny humans,

hum!"

"What? Did you just call me an ant?" Irritated, Darren kicked the creature.

"Ouch! Please don't beat me for every small mistake, master. I am a noble, ancient legendary beast. I

was beaten by the motherfucker, Finley, in your Ancient Void Battlefield. Now, I have to suffer beatings

from you. I am only a child. Can you please be a little more understanding and disregard some of my

blunders?" Water Kylin sobbed, aggrieved.

"Ha-ha," Darren smiled. "Then behave yourself. There is no need to speak insulting words," he

continued.

"Well, I understand now. I am pathetic. My god!" Water Kylin was overcome with regret. The creature

had found himself in this situation only because he chose to hunt Darren. Water Kylin was so

humiliated that he wanted to die.

"Let's go. Take me somewhere where I can look for ordinary Primitive Stones first," Darren mounted

Water Kylin's back as he said.

"Fuck! Now I have been reduced to the position of your horse. I want to kill myself. Don't stop me!"

Water Kylin howled in fury.

"Gee!" He soared into the sky when Darren patted his ass. Darren was surprised as the creature was

much faster than him.

"I have one request. Please don't say 'gee' when you want me to move, or else I will die of

embarrassment immediately! Don't think I won't!" Water Kylin implored as tears welled in his eyes.

"Gee!"

...

With Water Kylin's speed, Darren reached the heartland of the large island in a heartbeat.

Looking down, Darren saw a huge pit with a radius of tens of miles. Some simple, thatched huts were

scattered across the pit.

"We are here, master," Water Kylin said feebly. His head drooped in submission.

Swoosh!

Darren aimed for the huge pit as he dove from Water Kylin's back.

"Master, don't." Just as Water Kylin started to warn Darren not to go there, he reconsidered. With a sly

expression, he muttered, "Hum, you have bullied me so much. It's time for you to suffer. I can save you

when you are half dead."

"Master, I will go and find something to eat. Take your time searching for your stones," Water Kylin

howled and laughed sinisterly. Then, he hid behind a boulder. Humming a nasty tune, he began to wait

for a good show.