The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 644: Chapter 347 “Extracting a Billion Years Lifespan Nutrient” and “The Steward’s Critical Injury” (Please Subscribe)_2

Before reaching the limit of both body and mind, Milton Cheney would not choose to recklessly attempt a breakthrough into the Slashing Longevity Realm.

Unless there was some irresistible factor.

Time slowly passed, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of years’ worth of Nutrient for lifespan were gradually absorbed by Milton Cheney.

It seemed that in at most one hundred thousand years, Milton Cheney would be able to complete this arduous Cultivation.

Just as Milton Cheney’s thoughts were flowing, suddenly, a young man in a Black Robe appeared in the Little World.

It was Steward Zuan.

However, Steward Zuan’s condition seemed somewhat poor.

No, it wasn’t just poor, it was very bad.

His face was pale, his breath was chaotic, and the pressure emanating from his body was uncontrollably spreading outward.

Seeing this, Milton Cheney’s brow furrowed slightly.

Something had happened.

After arriving in this Little World, Steward Zuan completely ignored Milton Cheney’s presence.

He found a random spot to sit down, and in the next moment, the entire gray-dust Little World was dyed red.

A dense mass of pale-red light clusters emerged around Steward Zuan.

At a glance, there were at least several hundred thousand of them.

As soon as these light clusters appeared, they began to rapidly melt away at an extremely fast pace.

In just a few seconds, several hundred thousand pale-red light clusters vanished completely.

But at this moment, Steward Zuan still looked like a funnel, with his aura continuously leaking out.

Time slowly went by, and one after another, Treasures were taken out by Steward Zuan, hovering around him as soon as they appeared.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years.

In the midst of the tense atmosphere, a thousand years had passed.

The color of the Treasures around Steward Zuan had all dimmed. But Steward Zuan’s injuries were also gradually being suppressed.

Finally, after three thousand four hundred and twenty years, Steward Zuan reopened his eyes.

At this moment, he was in quite a disheveled state.

Though the leaking of his aura had stopped, his face was still as pale as paper. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

But thankfully, there were no serious issues.

Milton Cheney sat cross-legged in place, his expression slightly heavy, but he did not initiate any questions either.

After a short while, Steward Zuan began to speak on his own.

“I provoked a Direct Disciple who has now become the twenty-seventh Core Disciple of the Sect.”

“Too strong, with just one technique I was almost destroyed, if it wasn’t for my timely use of a secret treasure to transmit back into the Little World, I would already be dead.”

Steward Zuan’s face was unsightly, and a trace of fright flashed through his eyes.

Hearing this, Milton Cheney understood.

Core Disciples in the Black Moon Sect held a position that could be equated to that of Elders, and even seemed to be slightly higher in rank than Elders.

After all, within the Black Moon Sect, Core Disciples are treated as candidates for the Sect Leader’s training, even as training for becoming Immortal Beings.

Compared to Core Disciples, Direct Disciples, whether in terms of status, strength or Talent, the gap was too big.

Within the entire Black Moon Sect, there only existed twenty-six Core Disciples.

Now, there were twenty-seven.

Such a scarce number, even fewer than the number of Elders.

No wonder Steward Zuan was in such a sorry state.

“This loss is too serious, and I won’t be able to leave the Sect for at least several hundred million years.”

“This madwoman, to go so crazy for an Inner Sect Disciple…”

Steward Zuan spoke with a sense of helplessness.

One misstep and everything was lost, this could be said to be a setback to square one.

The gains of hundreds of millions of years were all exhausted in an instant.

To say that there was no hatred in his heart would naturally be impossible.

But no matter how much he hated, there was no way around it; that individual was not someone he could afford to provoke.

Not being able to leave the Sect was the most significant loss for him.

After all, Direct Disciples like him needed to leave the Sect, whether to carry out missions or to seek opportunities.

No Direct Disciple would always stay within the Sect, as that would be of no help to advancing their Realm.

At his current Level, mere Cultivation was unlikely to offer any improvement.

Even Nutrients for extending his lifespan were merely consumables for him and not a necessity.

“What kind of grudge would cause that Core Disciple to keep targeting you?”

Milton Cheney asked with a slightly knitted brow.

How deep must the vengeance be to necessitate putting Steward Zuan to death?

Such a heavy loss for Steward Zuan this time, and it still wasn’t over?

If it were just due to hatred, it would be fine, but if it’s for some other reason, that would be somewhat disconcerting.

Compared to Steward Milton Cheney, Milton Cheney, the observer, had a much clearer perspective.

At Milton Cheney’s words, Steward Milton Cheney also gave a slight start.

The next moment, his expression rapidly changed.

Right, he had just cheated that Core Disciple out of some cultivation resources, so why should the Core Disciple be so relentless against him?

This was a bit too abnormal.

Of the tens of thousands of Plane Chiefs under that Core Disciple’s command, there had never been a case where the Core Disciple had made such a fuss over just one.

A Plane Chief, after all, is nothing but a tool.

If one died, they could simply find another.

Over the course of hundreds of millions of years, Steward Milton Cheney had come to believe that the Core Disciple no longer cared.

But to his surprise, after becoming a Core Disciple, this person targeted him at the first opportunity.

This was not normal, very not normal.

At this moment, Milton Cheney’s words had awakened him.

Having cultivated to his current Realm, he was naturally not foolish.

If previously he had simply thought that the Core Disciple targeted him over a Plane Chief, he was now starting to doubt that assumption.

What kind of Plane Chief could make this fiendish woman remember him for hundreds of millions of years?

Gradually, Steward Milton Cheney’s complexion returned to its usual calmness, but his expression still contained a hint of seriousness.

His unusual behavior over the years seemed to have made some people notice that something was amiss.

He began to ponder whether there were any clues he had left behind that could be discovered by others.

After a moment of contemplation, Steward Milton Cheney shook his head.

He was certain that he had left no trace.

If there were anything, it would only be related to the Heavenly Path Covenant he had ordered.

But the Heavenly Path Covenant was commissioned at the Heavenly Path Pavilion.

This organization, known in the Immortal Realm as the spokesperson for the Heavenly Path, would never betray the information of its clients.

This was the reputation the Heavenly Path Pavilion had built up over countless aeons in the Immortal Realm.

That’s why Steward Milton Cheney hadn’t suspected this aspect.

“Are you saying that your identity might have been exposed?”

“That’s impossible. I can be certain that I haven’t left any trace in my actions,” said Steward Milton Cheney, with a hint of confidence in his tone.

Milton Cheney caught the confidence in Steward Milton Cheney’s voice and his furrowed brows slightly eased.

“If that’s the case, then it’s good,” said Milton Cheney.

It was a relief if it wasn’t because of his own reasons.

Milton Cheney didn’t care why a Core Disciple would be relentless against Steward Milton Cheney for other reasons.

As long as Steward Milton Cheney didn’t actually die, it would be fine.

Otherwise, it would be quite difficult for his current Reincarnation Simulation to achieve the status of a Loose Immortal by relying on himself.

Of course, it was only comparatively difficult, not completely impossible.

After all, he still had the identity of the Black Moon Sect, a genuine Outer Sect Disciple of the Black Moon Sect’s Steward’s Hall.

Even if Steward Milton Cheney stopped providing him with any resources or assistance from now on, there was still a chance for this Reincarnation Simulation to reach the status of a Slashing Longevity Loose Immortal.

His starting point was already high.

Of course, it would still be best not to come to that.

After all, who would want to play on hard mode if they could play on easy mode, Milton Cheney included?

Ignoring Milton Cheney, Steward Milton Cheney continued to ponder why the Core Disciple would target him again after a gap of a hundred million years.

If it wasn’t because of Milton Cheney’s reasons, could it really be because this Plane Chief was so highly favored by the Core Disciple?

A disadvantage to a Plane Chief, and after a hundred million years, they desire my life?

What kind of absurd situation is this? It’s a bit too far-fetched.

But at this moment, Steward Milton Cheney could only think this way; otherwise, he would have to suspect the Heavenly Path Pavilion of leaking his information.

But that was even less plausible.

How could the Heavenly Path Pavilion possibly leak his information just because of a Sect’s Core Disciple?

Let alone a Core Disciple, even if it were a Sect Leader, or a true Immortal Being, the Heavenly Path Pavilion would not actively disclose client information.

Otherwise, once discovered, the Heavenly Path Pavilion’s credibility built up over countless aeons would dissipate into nothing.

Even if Milton Cheney himself were an Immortal Sovereign reincarnated, it wouldn’t be worth it for the Heavenly Path Pavilion to do so.

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