CHAPTER 384 THE EASTERN LAND, THE DESTINATION (PART TWO)

Before he left the southern land, he still had one more thing to do. That was, he needed to find the rule

cultivator in purple, for he had some avenging to do.

The rule cultivator in purple was so notoriously vicious that not only had he tortured many elders, but

he had also killed Elder Colin. Thus, Darren must take his revenge on the rule cultivator for the elder

that was dear to him. He couldn't let such ruthless action come to pass.

Flying extremely fast this time, as if being enraged by the thought of Elder Colin's death, Darren first

checked on the situation of his clan. After he made sure that everything went well, he continuously flew

to the Holy Lands.

Finally, Darren arrived at his destination and landed before a magnificent hall, the Medicine Pavilion.

For a moment, Darren speculated whether or not the rule cultivator in purple was in there. At the same

time, he was thinking of ways on how he could induce him to get out and face him.

It was not a good idea to kill him here, because there were thousands of rule cultivators present. For

sure, they wouldn't allow their kin to be killed alone without avenging his death. Many of them were as

powerful as the rule cultivator in purple, himself. Moreover, on the top floor of the Medicine Pavilion, a

fearless powerful man inhabited the place.

Reckoning and weighing things for a long time, Darren thought that treasures could attract and lure the

rule cultivator in purple out. As far as he knew, rule cultivators always placed great importance on

treasures. Thus he would use one to deceive the rule cultivator in purple.

"Got it! I have the emerald Divine Spirit Fruit from the law enforcer. It must be a treasure. Maybe the

treasure could trick him and encourage him out,"

Darren said as a plan was acted out in his mind. Then, he concealed his aura and walked into the

Medicine Pavilion, wearing a bronze mask that hid his entire face.

Most people who got into and out of the Medicine Pavilion with their treasures, also wore masks, so

Darren didn't get much individual attention from others.

With the emerald Divine Spirit Fruit in his hand, Darren came over to a counter and showed the

treasure to the teller, saying, "Sir, how much is this fruit worth?"

"Eh?" the teller warbled in astonishment. However, as he smelled the inviting fragrance, his eyes lit up.

Judging from his experience, the treasure with such fragrance was surely an extraordinary one.

"Let me have a closer look," the teller said after regaining his cold look, pulling himself out of his

surprise at discovering such a rare treasure.

"No, I can't give it to you. What if you loot it from me? I heard that it was called the Divine Spirit Fruit. It

is sporadic," with a stern expression on his face, Darren refused. He was pretending to be really

careful.

Hearing that the treasure was Divine Spirit Fruit, the teller couldn't hide up his happiness and said,

"Young man, you said it was a Divine Spirit Fruit? Give it to me so I can have a look. If it is real, I will

pay enough money for you!"

Thus, Darren laid it out with extreme caution and showed it to the teller, and then he put it away as

soon as the teller had set his eyes upon them. Such action annoyed the teller but made him more

interested in the treasure.

"Young man, wait for me," the teller said. Then, he rummaged through his old chests and cupboards,

and finally got a book. Flipping through the pages, he was looking at the book with careful and intense

eyes.

After a while, the teller walked towards Darren and said in a cold voice, "The treasure you have is not

the Divine Spirit Fruit. However, since you spared a lot of efforts to get it, I will give you three hundred

ink stones for that."

"Humph," hearing that, Darren sneered and turned away. "Don't cheat me! Good-bye."

"Hey. Young man, don't go. Let's talk about it," the teller said hurriedly. He knew he couldn't trick

Darren, but he was determined to have his hands on that treasure.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. You even want to cheat me of the Divine Spirit Fruit. I have no

interest in doing business with you!" pretending that he was really annoyed, Darren declared in a loud

voice desperately. Even the people at the fifth to the sixth floor could hear his voice.

Meanwhile, a hearty conversation between an old man and the rule cultivator in purple was happening

on the fifth floor of the Medicine Pavilion.

"Brother, why do you come yourself today?" the rule cultivator in purple asked, sitting aside in an

attitude of respect.

"Humph. I encountered a bumptious martial artist who was a grand warrior, and I killed him in a pet. I

never expected that a two-star grand warrior would come after me to revenge on that grand warrior's

death. I come to you now to take refuge and ask for your help,"

a lean old man said. His aura was flat, while deep rage was revealed from his eyes as if he hated

everything in the world.

"Haha. Brother, don't be angry with my words but, I believe that with your power, that two-star grand

warrior could do nothing against you. You can assassinate him later," the rule cultivator in purple said

with respects as he made tea for the two of them to share.

"That's right. I was thinking the same way. But I thought that having you behind my back would be a

much better option in case fate was not with me." The lean old man contentedly smiled while taking a

sip of the warm tea.

At the moment, a roar downstairs came into their ears. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"The Divine Spirit Fruit? Did I hear that, right?" the rule cultivator in purple asked in a startled

expression.

"Let's go and have a look," the old man said since he was sure about what he had heard. Thus, he

beckoned the rule cultivator in purple and went downstairs.