Nobilis of War

Chapter 99 Waving Good-bye

Nobody knew who she was. What she just said brought confusion to everyone.

However, everyone was attracted by her graceful figure and pretty face. She was so beautiful you could

say she was on par with Elsa. Their beauty had their own merits, but both were equally striking.

The moment she appeared, many disciples' hearts thumped faster. They couldn't catch their breaths at

the sight of her beautifully astonishing face.

The elders were shocked too. They didn't remember there was such a beautiful lady in the Ilmen Sect.

After a while, they vaguely remembered that she was the girl who came to Ilmen Sect years ago, the

one who was injured.

"Yes. It must be her!" The elders looked at her more closely to confirm their speculations.

While the others tried to guess her identity, a sweet and pleasant voice spoke up, "My name is Hailey

Yao. I have been in the Ilmen Sect for years. I'm so sorry that I couldn't do anything when the sect was

in danger."

"Then why did you come out now?" Darren was a bit shocked as well when he saw her pretty face. He

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The girl walked towards Darren with a faint smile. "You killed the young master of the Blade Holy Land.

I'm afraid Ilmen Sect would face destruction very soon. Since my shelter will be razed to the ground, I

am forced to leave. But I didn't mean to just stand around and watch Ilmen Sect fall to the ground.

Please trust me."

"Ha-ha! You don't need to feel guilty. Since you're not a disciple of Ilmen Sect, it should be none of your

business. Nobody will dare stop you. You can leave now," Darren said calmly.

Hailey nodded and handed an ancient book to Darren. "Read the book carefully. It speaks about the

Talent Roll. I hope I see your name on the Talent Roll one day. You're truly a gifted talent. See you."

With that, she sprang lightly and flew away with grace. Darren was astonished by the powerful vital

energy emanating from her.

'She has obviously reached the Wonder Realm!' he thought.

The elders were shocked as well. Then a discussion began among them.

"She was heavily injured when she came to the Ilmen Sect and was taken in by our sect head. Since

then, nobody has ever seen her again. It's remarkable that she has already reached the Wonder

Realm!"

"Yes. I remember her from several years ago, back then she was only a cultivator at the eighth stage of

the Mysterious Realm. How could she improve in such speed? She must be a talent from some Holy

Land."

But if she has reached the Wonder Realm, why did she say that she was unable to help us? She didn't

look like she was lying. There must be an explanation."

Darren didn't think about it too much. He put away the ancient book the girl gave him and turned to the

crowd.

"Everyone, we have to depart now. Otherwise, those guys from the Blade Holy Land would come and

attack us soon," he said with a serious look.

An elder announced with a melancholic look, "What Darren said is reasonable. You should depart

immediately. When you get home, don't tell anyone that you have practiced cultivation in the Ilmen

Sect. You wouldn't want to get into any trouble. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The Ilmen Sect disciples answered simultaneously.

Darren didn't want to say anything to the disciples of the School of Blade Skill, so he just let them go.

In an instant, the joy of survival turned into the sadness of departure. Many disciples who had

cultivated together in the sect for many years hugged one another, exchanging goodbyes. In the end,

all the disciples of different schools kowtowed to the elders before leaving, they couldn't help but burst

into tears.

"Well, we are lucky enough to have survived. Maybe we'll meet again one day. You can leave now," an

elder said with a sigh. They were about to leave the place where they spent most of their lives. Looking

at the devastated land one last time, they couldn't hold in their emotions.

"Everyone, please wait for a moment!"

Darren shouted as the disciples were about to leave. Everyone stopped and looked at him.

"Oh, we forgot to thank Darren!"

"Yeah! Without Darren, we would probably be dead! We are in such a hurry that we forgot about it."

"Let us give our thanks to Darren!"

someone proposed. All the disciples knelt down and kowtowed to Darren. "Darren, thank you for saving

our lives!" they all said sincerely.

"You're welcome! Please get up," Darren immediately said.

"Darren, you deserve our thanks. We couldn't have survived without your help."

With that, the elders bent their knees and kowtowed to Darren with sincerity.

Darren held up the elders in a hurry and said, "I am merely a junior in front of you. I do not deserve to

be thanked like that."

Then he knelt down too and kowtowed towards the square. "We owe our lives to the two seniors," he

said.

The other disciples thought the same way, so they all kowtowed towards the square and mourned

silently.

After that, Darren conjured a pile of superior spiritual herbs in front of the crowd.

"Wow! Are those the superior spiritual herbs?" Everyone was shocked, as they had never seen so

many superior spiritual herbs before.

Darren nodded and said, "My friends, we are going to part soon. I have nothing else, but some superior

spiritual herbs for you. Each of you can take ten of them and use them to help yourselves."

Now there were still more than a thousand disciples who hadn't left yet, so that meant over ten

thousand superior spiritual herbs would be taken away. Everyone gasped as they realized how many

superior spiritual herbs Darren would have to spend.

Although the disciples knew that the superior spiritual herbs were precious, none of them rushed

forward to take them.

"Darren, you're the peerless talent. These spiritual herbs will be more useful to you than to us. You

have done us a great kindness by saving our lives. How can we accept your spiritual herbs?"

"He is right. Darren, we can't take them from you. You should keep them for yourself,"

a disciple said. They longed for these spiritual herbs and they needed them too. However, they

preferred that Darren keep them knowing that the herbs could do more to him than to them.

"Just take them. I know you need them. Anyone who refuses to take them despises me," Darren said

seriously.

Everyone was so moved by Darren's generosity. Some of them felt intense guilt remembering that they

once looked down upon him and cursed him.

'How could I treat Darren that way? I was so stupid!' some of the disciples thought.

Under Darren's persuasion, all the disciples finally lined up and took ten superior spiritual herbs each.

They thanked Darren profusely before leaving in small groups.

After a while, Clark and Ezra waved good-bye to Darren and then flew away.

The ruined square was empty. When a gust of cold wind blew, it looked more bleak.

"Darren, where are you going?" Thomas asked, staring sadly into the distance.

"First, I have to go and look for Elsa. I still have many things to accomplish. Why not come with me? I

know you're worried about Elsa."

With a long sigh, Thomas waved his hand. "I won't go with you. I'm sure that you would find her," he

answered.

Darren was about to ask why Thomas didn't want to find Elsa with him but Thomas signaled him to

stop. Then Thomas continued, "Darren, I could tell that you treat Elsa better than anyone else. As her

father, I'm truly happy for her. Young people should go out and see the world for themselves. When you

find Elsa, please tell her that I have returned to my hometown. I will be very happy to see you both

come back and visit me in the future"

Thomas tried to hide his sadness, but tears streamed down his cheeks.

"We will definitely visit you," Darren said. He knew that Thomas must have had his reasons to not go

with him. Since he didn't want to talk about it, Darren didn't ask further. He continued, "Elder Thomas,

please take care of yourself."

Thomas nodded and looked back at Darren. "Please take good care of Elsa. I hope you two find

happiness and never part."

With that, Thomas turned to leave.

"Take care, father!" Darren shouted behind Thomas, hoping to assure him more with the word "father".

Thomas trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks. He murmured, "I'm relieved. My daughter would

be very happy. Thank you, Darren."

Then he strode forward and disappeared in the distance.