The Strongest War God

Chapter 2041: Words Bring Misfortune Chapter 2041: Words Bring Misfortune Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Rusty Neal ignored Braydon Neal, wandering around the banquet hall like a mischievous child, hugging a pile of food and drinks and paying no mind to the stares of others.

The saint daughter of the Cold Palace, Benecia Jelks, seemed to be hinting at something.

“Junior Brother Braydon is blessed.

He once received a supreme inheritance in the ruins of the saint region.

I wonder who the inheritor was?” Her words clearly crossed a line.

She was asking something she shouldn’t.

How could outsiders casually inquire into secrets among cultivators?

Especially with so many people around.

Yet, many people turned their attention to Braydon.

It was something everyone wanted to know, and even the elders behind them were subtly inquiring.

What kind of inheritance did Braydon possess?

Was it the inheritance of Lennon Jury, the lord of the saint region, or a great figure like Kreig Jordahl?

They couldn’t be certain.

Cleofas Berardi’s face turned cold.

“Benecia, it’s a festival!” “Benecia, what are you asking?

Apologize to Junior Brother Braydon!” scolded Fitzroy Lack, like an older brother.

The two seemed to want to act together.

“What kind of inheritance do you think I obtained from the saint region?” Braydon chuckled.

“Lennon Jury!” Benecia shifted gears, directly suggesting that Braydon had inherited Lennon’s legacy.

“Enough!” Cleofas shouted coldly.

“It’s fine.

How could such things be clearly explained?

Whether or not I’ve obtained the inheritance, you all seem certain that I received the saint region’s inheritance.

If I say it was Kreigh Jordahl’s, you’d all think it was Lennon Jury’s.” Braydon’s response made sense, and many people fell into deep thought.

They pondered over the nature of Braydon’s inheritance.

Just then.

Scipio Langdon arrived with a white-haired elder.

“A natural-born transcendent creature, backed by the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

It’s rumored that the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain harbors a level-ten creature,” Cleofas said through secret voice transmission.

Anyone introduced by Scipio was sure to have a powerful background.

“The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain does have ten levels,” Braydon replied in the same way.

“What?” Cleofas was taken aback.

He didn’t understand Braydon’s confidence.

The white-haired elder, clad in a robe, stroked his beard and nodded approvingly.

“As expected of Pavilion Master Langdon’s disciple.

Though not yet in the transcendent realm, his aura rivals that of a level three transcendent, right?” “What?” “He hasn’t entered the transcendent realm?” “He can contend with a level three transcendent?” “This is…” Many people looked over in surprise.

Most had thought Braydon was just fortunate to receive the inheritance of a saint region figure, gaining quick favor from Scipio.

Even the people of the Lotus Feather Pavilion thought so.

But now, it seemed he was a true talent.

If he entered the transcendent realm, he’d surely be the top contender below the high-level transcendent realm.

“I still have a few steps to go before the transcendent realm,” Braydon replied calmly.

“It’s fine.

My Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain has treasures that can help you build the strongest foundation to enter the transcendent realm.” Iosif Lesko continued, “With your talent, at the transcendent realm, you’d surely surpass all others below the upper realm.

And if you reach the upper realm, you might surpass even us elders.

Your future might even exceed Pavilion Master Langdon’s.” “Haha, Iosif, you flatter me!” Scipio was pleased.

These were his people from the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

“Shayna, come meet your future husband,” Iosif said again.

“Hmm?” Braydon was taken aback.

Scipio smiled gently.

“Braydon, I’ve arranged a marriage for you.

She’s from the phoenix tribe of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, with a pure bloodline.

Once mature, she’ll certainly enter the ninth level.” These tribes were among the most powerful transcendent lifeforms.

Pure-blooded adults reached level nine.

A girl in a red dress, strikingly beautiful with flawless features, gazed at Braydon with phoenix-like eyes.

Her pure-blooded pride was clear.

She nodded slightly.

“My name is Shayna Fister.” “Everyone, there might be a misunderstanding.

I already have a wife and children.” Braydon’s mouth twitched, caught off-guard by Scipio’s actions.

Scipio looked surprised.

“You’re already married?

I didn’t know that.

But a true man of the world isn’t bound to one partner.” Braydon was speechless.

He understood such matters better than Scipio.

The complexities of the world involved countless karmic ties.

In this life, there was Heather Sage, Sadie Dudley, Empress Colette Kepner, and others.

Although he had resolved his karma for this lifetime.

Love was not something easily abandoned.

“Pavilion Master, I am focused on the great path,” Braydon said helplessly.

“Hmph!” “You don’t know what’s good for you,” Iosif’s face turned cold.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had a deep foundation.

If pushed, they might not fear the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

But with Lotus Feather Pavilion’s two tenth levels, it would soon grow into a force comparable to the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was already a half-step forbidden land.

A place where no one was to be trifled with.

For instance, the core of the Nine Illusion Sea was a famous forbidden zone.

Shayna’s lips moved slightly.

“The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is no weaker than your Lotus Feather Pavilion.

They even have a secret technique to help the ninth level break through.

Though you’re a genius, you’re still nothing until you fully mature.

“If I reach the ninth level, I may break through to the tenth.

“And as for you, I may not be interested at all.” Shayna’s voice was cold.

She turned and left with her elder, sneering, “Marrying a lowly human is beneath me.” The proud nature of these beings could not be erased with time.

“That old dragon at the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is nearing the end, right?” Braydon muttered coldly.

“Impudent!” “Youngster, be careful with your words.” Iosif’s pupils narrowed.

“That old dragon was gravely injured at the Nine Illusion Sea.

His soul source was damaged, his foundation shaken.

He won’t last another hundred years.” Braydon’s words were quiet.

“What?” Iosif sneered.

“Our ancestor is the primordial ancestor dragon, eternal.

Nothing can bring him down!” “Is that so?” Braydon smiled faintly, causing Iosif’s fists to clench, though his heart was less certain.

He was afraid his secret was exposed and rushed to retort.

“Lowly human?” Braydon glanced at Shayna indifferently.

“The phoenix feather is still with Colette, right?

Your wings were clipped back then.

Seems your tribe has yet to remember.” “Who are you?” Shayna, though young, looked taken aback.

“How dare you address the empress by name?” she shouted.

“And why wouldn’t I?” Braydon wasn’t concerned.  In a past life, he and the empress had a son, so calling her by name was hardly an offense.

They had shared countless years together.

Who could know of that?

Rusty’s eyes filled with curiosity.

“Kid, what’s your connection with that woman?

You seem awfully familiar.”