CHAPTER 523 PREPARED FOR THE RIOT (PART ONE)

As the sea started to quiet down and the whole place grew dead silence, even the faintest chirp of the

crickets could be heard with the gentle frissons of the air. Though the enemy had been defeated, a

warrior was also beaten with his life baited on the line. Whether he would be spared or not, a fate only

knew. His fellow warrior, a close friend, and a true brother, Darren, had a desolate expression on his

face while he carried Scott's bloodshed body in his arms. He flew him back to the Western Desert

Island.

"Are you all right, Darren?" greeted one of the masters of the Shaoyan Clan the moment he

approached Darren at midair.

Once Darren's presence was sensed around the island, some of the masters of the Shaoyan Clan flew

over to meet them. The masters, too, had blood all over their bodies.

Clearly, while Scott, Darren and others were fighting with the purple mutant, those masters were killing

the rest of three-star mutants left on the island.

"I am fine. Don't worry. The purple mutant was killed. But my big brother here is severely injured. Sirs,

please help me to save him."

Being carried in Darren's arms, Scott's body had transformed back into its human form. He looked

ragged, and there were wounds all over his body. Worst was, there were a few terrifying cracks on his

skull.

"Let's all work together to save the Holy Lord."

At their descent, Darren put Scott on the ground and laid him comfortably, preparing him to have his

wounds healed. Momentarily, all the grand warriors whose cultivation base was beyond the three-star

level gathered around and transferred their spiritual energy to cure Scott.

In a whole day, with the cultivators' continuous efforts in reviving and healing him, Scott's body had

been healed.

After everything that he had endured in his fight with the purple mutant, Scott was still fortunate. For

without the aura of the dragon blood which protected and increased his body strength, Scott would be

torn to shreds in no time.

The rest of the masters in Shaoyan Clan expressed their gratitude to those who had come to help

them, especially when they realized that their crisis had been resolved mainly because of Scott. On the

one hand, they were flabbergasted at how strong Scott was, and because of that, they were so grateful

to him.

"Ugh..." Scott let out an odd sound the moment he gained consciousness and opened his eyes.

It has been three days after his body had been healed. Scott finally woke up and had somehow

regained most of his strength; he was almost in perfect shape right now, except that he was pale in the

face.

As the news of Scott's awakening spread amongst the warriors, everyone cheered and grew excited to

see the Holy Lord back on his feet once more. Some warriors were even eager to talk to him and

somehow express their gratitude towards him.

"Scott, you're finally healed. Are you feeling alright?" Darren asked the moment he rushed in and saw

that Scott had been awake. The warrior was very happy and relieved to see Scott in such a state.

Though Scott still looked pale, he nodded slightly towards Darren, saying, "I have been severely

injured. I need to go back to my clan to recover fully. Full recovery and gaining back my perfect shape

would probably take a long time. Though the mutants on this island were defeated this time, I am afraid

they had passed on the message about the space passage. If that happens, other mutants will

absolutely plot their revolution. Darren, be careful. You guys must increase your cultivation base as fast

as you can."

"I am aware of that possibility, Scott. I will try my best to elevate my cultivation base the quickest way

possible. As for the other cultivators, I'll do my best to motivate them to increase their bases as well.

Don't worry about us; just focus on healing yourself." As Darren gave out a response, he nodded. At

the same time, he assured Scott that he would prepare himself and the other cultivators ready in case

other groups of mutants would attack them.

Meanwhile, the masters from the Shaoyan Clan all walked towards Darren and Scott, kneeling.

"Holy Lord, Mr. Chu, thank you for saving our lives. We are very grateful to both of you. We owe you

our lives," the masters echoed in chorus while expressing their utmost reverence and gratification

towards Darren and Scott.

What Scott and Darren had done indeed saved their lives, no wonder they behaved that way—

worshiping and magnifying them as gods.

"Stand up," with a heavy face, Scott ordered in a cold voice. It was apparent that he did not want them

to express their gratitude in that way.

"Sirs, please stand up. It is normal that we help each other while in crisis. You don't need to do this,"

feeling a little awkward about the masters' show of gratitude, Darren muttered. After all, he was not

used to being adored and flattered to that extent. Belongs © to .

Following their orders, the masters then stood up after giving both of them a courteous kowtow.

"Bobby, thank you for all the help as well."

"David, I really appreciate your help."

Then, the masters of the Shaoyan Clan expressed their gratitude to other human warriors who had

come to help them. Winning the fight against the mutants wouldn't be possible without the other human

warriors' help. Thus, the members of the Shaoyan Clan found it fitting to show them their gratitude too.

Another three days later, Scott was able to walk and had somehow grown scarlet in his face. He was

no longer frail and pale. Thus he planned to go back home to start his full recovery.

"Scott, how about I escort you home?" offered Darren, assuming that Scott might need some help

along his way.

"There is no need for that, Darren. My clan is so particular that I am afraid you are not permitted to go

in. Why don't you just make out most of your time and cultivate hard? Try to be a seven-star grand

warrior as early as possible. When I am fully recovered, I will go and try the ultimate inheritance of my

clan. If I were to obtain a tiny bit of inheritance from the dragon soul, I would become powerful enough

to deal with those stronger mutants," Scott retorted back.

"Okay. I guess that's the best thing to do for now. Take care then, Scott." Darren bade him farewell.

"Take care, Holy Lord," bade one of the masters.

"See you later, Holy Lord," another master called out.

While others were still saying goodbye to him, Scott flew high into the sky, heading to the sea of the far

west.

A few days after Scott had left, Darren and the masters had a get-together and feasted in merry-

making. A couple of days passed before the human warriors went back to their places. They had to do

so, for they needed to inform their clans about what had happened. Furthermore, they needed to know

that the space passage had been sealed. The human warriors deemed that the earlier they got their

clans informed, the more prepared would they get. At the same time, they could come up with a better

solution or plan on how to deal with the threats of the mutants.