CHAPTER 271 THE JOURNEY TO THE RAKSA SEA (PART TWO)

Then Darren headed for Skywalker Alliance. He knew that he had to prepare for the journey to the

Raksa Sea before it was too late.

A month was insufficient preparation time for the trip.

"Darren, our master has sent for you." Boyce was overjoyed when he found Darren in his dwelling.

"Sure. Tell Mr. Lou that I will be right there," Darren answered delightedly. It was no surprise that Chad

would summon him.

After several minutes, Darren was waiting in the palatial hall for an audience with Chad.

"Oh, my dear nephew, Darren! Do have a seat," said Chad, warmly. The host didn't make Darren wait

for long. Though by the time he showed up, a dozen young warriors had already been waiting for a

while. Chad ignored them and addressed Darren first. And, he beckoned to Darren to sit at the head, in

front of Tom.

"Good day, Darren!" a man conveyed his regards to Darren.

"How are you doing, Darren?" greeted another young fellow enthusiastically.

Though all the warriors present were accomplished in martial arts, they remained pleasant and

respectful in front of Darren. They had to for Darren had achieved much more, and, more importantly,

he was higher in rank among the disciples.

Darren remained silent. When a warrior greeted him, Darren responded by nodding. He sat down the

minute Chad asked him to. It was impolite to speak in front of Chad before being spoken to.

After Darren took his seat, Chad walked to the podium and began his speech. "Mighty warriors! Your

presence greatly honors me. Tomorrow, you will begin your journey to the Raksa Sea." He paused and

looked around. The sudden break made everyone wonder why Chad had stopped. The crowd re-

summoned their wandering attention and listened with bated breath. Chad smiled and continued,

"Therefore, before you go, I'd like to offer you some advice. I hope you will listen and learn."

"Yes, sir!" all the men responded collectively. This belongs to - ©.

"The journey to the Raksa Sea is not only for my Primitive Stones but also for your development.

As far as I know, the Raksa Sea is an ancient relic. Countless treasures have been unearthed there. An

able man will return with many powerful weapons and rare books! But, of course, opportunity and

challenge go hand-in-hand. You must be careful in this dangerous area. I sincerely hope that everyone

here will return safely. Otherwise, how will I explain this to your relatives and friends?

Although I always try to avoid talking endlessly, I have to emphasize this point again. Do remember

what I will say next. In the Raksa Sea, there will be competing superior talents, powerful demonic

monsters, and even malicious border mutants!

The border mutants come in a wide variety. They are born unrivaled. If you run into one, flee before it

spots you, or it will be too late. Don't ever think about coming face-to-face with a border mutant. And

finally, stick together while you are in the Raksa Sea. If I find out that someone harbored malice toward

his fellow warrior, I will execute the man with bad intentions myself! Do you understand?" Chad ended

his speech on a stern note.

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone responded with one voice again.

Darren nodded and thought that Chad was a man of integrity. He was expecting a long-winded speech

that was devoid of substance. However, to his surprise, the speech was quite concise and sincere. He

formed a good opinion of Chad.

"Well, that's all. This is the end of the meeting. Now, everyone should head for the treasure cabinet and

claim one handy weapon from my collection as a gift before your adventure," Chad announced. "As for

Darren, you don't need to go to the treasure cabinet. You will follow me," ordered Chad as he turned

and left the hall.

Everyone else was so used to their master's preference for Darren that they ignored the partiality he

had shown. As they scattered like birds and animals, Darren followed Chad.

After about a quarter of an hour of walking, Chad stopped in front of a closed door. It was a backroom

that was hidden underground. In it were several rare weapons and extraordinary armors. This was

Chad's personal collection. The weapons in the treasure cabinet were nothing in comparison to the

truly exceptional treasures in this backroom.

"Darren, don't worry. I am not playing favorites. I brought you here because your cultivation base is not

as strong as your fellows. So, pick something from here before you go. You will need it. If I were you,

I'd choose something protective, like a shield, helmet, boots, or armor. Don't omit anything on your list.

Preparedness averts peril," Chad said earnestly.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Chad. I won't miss anything on my list." Darren obeyed, as always.

Darren glanced around. Although everything in the room was of a high-level and fancy to look at, they

were unfit for his plan. Darren wondered if he could pick anything from the room.

When he was about to exit and apologize to Chad, Darren spotted several dim Primitive Stones lying in

the corner, covered in dust.

"Uncle Chad, why do you keep these Primitive Stones here? Aren't they important?" asked Darren.

Sharp-eyed as he was, Darren had already detected the fierce and profound Heavenly Repression

Rule contained in the unimposing Primitive Stones.

Darren wanted them eagerly, but he was afraid that his attitude would arouse suspicion. So, he asked

bluntly as though he was just curious. His feigned sincerity worked!

"Well, those. They are useless crap. Why do you care?" Chad questioned Darren. Though it was risky

asking for them, Darren decided to make the request.

"Really? Can I have them?" Under his calm facade, Darren's heart beat faster as he waited for Chad to

reply.

"What for? I just told you that they are useless."

"Oh, I like the color. Ghostly green has always fascinated me. Can I have them, just for fun?" Unsure of

what to say, Darren floated quite a lame excuse. Chad could easily refuse him as petty pleasures

thwarted high aims.

But, Chad doted on Darren for some reason. "Fine, take them if they will please you. Don't waste time

on them, though. And do not fiddle with them. Don't ever think about absorbing what's left in the stones,

or you will embrace an ugly death. Do you understand?"

"I won't, Uncle Chad. Thank you, Uncle Chad." Once the precious Primitive Stones were in his bag,

Darren randomly picked a shield and a weapon and left.

The next morning at daybreak, several dozen superior talents, including Darren, headed for the Raksa

Sea. Led by grand warriors, they reached the edge of an ancient altar.

"Raksa Sea, here I come!" an overly excited young lad hollered. Darren was also in a good mood. If

they entered the primitive sea successfully, he could find more Primitive Stones. If he managed to

collect enough Primitive Stones, he would be able to achieve his goal of entering the Wonder Realm.