CHAPTER 121 BEGAN TO BREAK THROUGH

'The scent is too strong…

it's weird…' Darren thought, inwardly sighing as he pondered over what to do.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door to the pill refining chamber was kicked open with force.

A pair of deep eyes were then staring straight at Darren.

"Master, wake up! I told you not to drink too much. You never listen to me."

Squatting down, Darren pretended to shake Eugene awake—he even smacked him secretly on his

head to make sure he wouldn't actually wake up.

Simultaneously, Darren hid his true cultivation base using the Aura-concealing Skill, still worried about

his true identity being uncovered.

"Ha... this shameless thing," the man merely snorted, his expression cold as ice. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Pretending to have only just noticed the man, Darren looked up and shouted in surprise, "Who are

you? How dare you break into the pill refining chamber? This is a forbidden place, get out of here right

now!"

The man wore a purple robe and his eyes seemed to hold endless plains of ice. Each of his

movements seemed to be a merge between heaven and earth—it was astonishing, mysterious, and

seemingly impossible for Darren to understand it at all.

"You dare to raise your voice at me? You don't even know me. You're too reckless!"

As the man grew angrier, Darren made sure to look frightened as he stammered in a flurried voice, "Ah,

I'm sorry, Sir. I did not recognize you. It's my fault. My master just drank too much. The pills that you

asked him for have already been well prepared. After I take care of my master, I will send them to you

immediately."

The man's rebuke provided Darren with a window of opportunity.

Hearing this, the man scanned Darren up and down, seeming to have noticed something. Suddenly, his

eyes darkened as he asked, dead-serious, "Tell me, who am I?"

'Damn it…'

The stern voice made Darren's heart race in worry just as an inexplicable force had attacked him. In

the next second, he was imprisoned in the space around him, unable to take even a step.

'The controlling force is too strong… I'm afraid his strength can compete with the witchers'… but their

scents are still quite different…' At that point, Darren's forehead began oozing with sweat. If the man

found out what he had done, he would never find another chance to escape.

"Sir, I've been a disciple of Mr. Chen for barely two hours. Before he drank, I heard that he was going to

prepare some pills for a big man and asked me to be careful. That man must be you…" Darren said,

feigning extreme panic. If he looked too calm, he wouldn't pass as a novice disciple.

"I have to wake him up and hear the truth from him."

As soon as the man said it, Darren's nerves started going out of control as his blood went cold.

Mobilizing his mind, he looked at Eugene who remained sprawled on the ground.

"Wake up, Master."

Shaking Eugene's shoulder with one hand, Darren put the other hand on Eugene's stomach—a secret

force flowed into the body from along his palm.

"Whoa…"

A horrid stench filled the room and Eugene ended up vomiting all over himself.

Still in character, Darren pretended to hold Eugene up and patted him on the back. As he did, he

landed another subtle strike to Eugene's head with his palm, keeping him from waking up.

"Huh… what a shame. Once he wakes up, tell him to find me and kneel to punish himself."

Scanning Eugene's dirty body, the man finally decided to leave the room. Before turning around, he

looked at Darren, "I need ten kinds of pills.

Send them to me in an hour or else you'll pay." As he watched the man walk away, Darren kept up his

performance for a while longer, afraid that he was still keeping an eye on the room, releasing his Spirit

Power to examine him.

Fortunately, the man didn't bother wasting any time on someone as insignificant as Darren.

Heaving a deep sigh of relief, Darren sat paralyzed on the ground. The force he endured under the

man was just too uncomfortable.

'So the rule cultivator has that strong of a character. I'm afraid he could actually be on par with the Holy

Lords of the Holy Lands—maybe he is even stronger.' The thought made Darren release another sigh.

In front of the purple-robed rule cultivator, Darren felt too small and weak.

'I'm not strong enough… too weak…' Muttering to himself, Darren smiled bitterly as he shook his head

in disappointment, 'If one day, I can break through to the Wonder Realm, the sword and blade intents

will merge—my demonic body will have achieved a high level, and I won't be afraid of him anymore.'

After a while, Darren regained his usual mood as he packed up his things and left the chamber.

After that whole episode, the journey went on rather smoothly. The two men who guarded the

passageway interrogated him with a couple of questions, to which Darren replied that he was only

fetching something for Eugene to sober up. Giving each of them a pill, he passed the checkpoint.

Heading downstairs, he released his perception and found Elsa in an instant, leading her out of the

Medicine Pavilion.

Shortly after his departure, the Medicine Pavilion turned into a boiling pot. Groups of strong rule

cultivators and martial arts cultivators gathered together in flocks, rushing in all directions, anxiously

looking for something valuable.

"You dare to steal pills from my pavilion! Even if you run and hide to the ends of the earth, I will not

spare you!" On the sixth floor of the pavilion, the purple-robed man's face was deadly cold—someone

dared to steal all the medicine from the chamber right under his nose.

It didn't only cost him great losses, it was a direct challenge to his power.

As Darren fled with Elsa, they did not stop until they came to the foot of the mountain of the Lotus Holy

Land.

"Elsa, let's find a safe place. I'll try to break through. I can't suppress it for long, anyway."

Suppression Rune was the only chance Darren had to break through safely—he still wasn't sure

whether or not he could succeed. But he knew that he couldn't wait any longer and had to try soon.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make a smooth breakthrough," Elsa said confidently as she held him in her

arms. Still, her eyes seemed to hold some worry.

When they entered the depths of the mountain forest, Darren prepared the runes for what was about to

unfold.

"Fifteen Suppression Runes…and then I leave my life to fate."

Gritting his teeth, Darren mobilized his Spirit Power and ignited a Suppression Rune, suppressing the

sword intent in his body.

"My sword intent is slowly weakening. It looks like it's working, but I don't know if it'll be useful in

breaking through."

No longer thinking about it, Darren went ahead to ignite two more Suppression Runes, suppressing the

fierce sword intent in his body.

"It's time." With a rather soft shout, Darren assimilated a superior spiritual herb.

Boom!

Suddenly, tremendous spiritual energy crashed down like a heavenly fall, rushing into Darren's body.

Heaps of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy surged through his body.

At first, it felt like his very flesh and bones were transforming into something new, his strength

increasing infinitely.

When the body was reconstructed, the energy of heaven and earth continuously poured into him,

becoming the blade internal force and the sword intent.

"Come on!"

As Darren roared, he ignited several more Suppression Runes in succession.

"Ah!" Tremendous pain spread all over his body as if his organs were being torn apart by a strong

force. The blade internal force and the suppressed sword intent attacked each other fiercely,

fragmenting the meridians inside Darren's body inch by inch.

As Elsa watched him suffer in such agony, Elsa couldn't help bursting into tears from afar, too anxious

to bear it.

The blade internal force continued to fight the weak sword intent, leaving Darren with gritted teeth and

heavy sweating—the pain was so intense, he could've fainted at any moment.

Even after two quarters later, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth still rushed into him and tore

away at his meridians.

'It's over. There should only be three Suppression Runes left. The sword intent will no longer be

suppressed.'

With more than half of his meridians broken down, Darren was numb and weak as his consciousness

blurred.

Just in time, he felt the spiritual energy begin to weaken as it surged inside him.

Before he completely lost his mind, he ignited the remaining three runes and suppressed the sword

intent indefinitely.

At this moment, Darren was red all over, only the broken blood-red meridians surfacing on his skin.

"It's finally over…"

After a long while, when Elsa saw the last trace of heaven and earth spiritual energy fall, she was

choked up with sobs—it was horribly painful for her to watch him suffer.

Just as she rushed toward him as fast as the wind, a great thunderbolt flashed in the sky, and another

huge surge of spiritual energy rushed into Darren's body.

Having gone rather limp and silent, Darren didn't even have the courage to open his eyes as he was

overcome.

"No!"

Elsa's desperate cry echoed throughout the quiet forest.