NOVGO.NET Chapter 2045 The Favoritism was Too Obvious
Chapter 2045: The Favoritism was Too Obvious Chapter 2045: The Favoritism was Too Obvious Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Therefore, they didn’t dare to act.
Elder Juntenen shook his head.
“The major forces might not dare, but what about the itinerant cultivators?” “This could indeed be troublesome.” As a lone rogue cultivator, he had nothing to lose and no reservations when he attacked.
In some ways, this made him even more dangerous than the high-level transcendents from the major powers.
“We all have life-saving methods,” Everett Neal said calmly.
“Even if a tenth level combatant were to attack, they wouldn’t be able to harm us, let alone a ninth level combatant.” “It’s always good to carry a treasure!” “I’ll be back in four hours,” Elder Juntenen said, opening the courtyard door without stopping him.
“Alright!” Rusty Neal replied eagerly.
The group had just arrived at the relay station and hadn’t yet had a chance to rest.
They decided to go out and explore.
The other disciples of the Lotus Feather Pavilion followed suit.
It wasn’t often they got to travel, and this area wasn’t as perilous as the ruins of the saint region.
Naturally, they took the chance to relax.
At the same time, the relay station, as always before any major event, was bustling with activity. The branches of large merchant chambers set up shop here, and merchants gathered to trade.
Goods sold quickly at high prices.
The streets were lively, lined with various shops, and strange beasts roamed alongside proud cultivators.
In this place, race mattered little.
Everyone here had a single identity: transcendent beings.
Braydon Neal walked the crowded streets with Kreig Jordahl.
Meanwhile, Rusty darted through the throng like a gust of wind, his small figure a blur.
“Human cubs!” Rusty moved like smoke, leaping onto a white tiger’s head and vaulting into the air. He even made a hand gesture mid-flight, infuriating the tiger. It growled, wishing it could devour the impudent child.
“Little kitty, are you calling me?” Rusty taunted, turning to face the tiger.
“You bumped into me!” The innate transcendent white tiger, with its level four cultivation base, was no weakling.
Yet Rusty paid no mind.
He didn’t fear tenth-level beings, let alone a mere fourth-level “big cat.” “What do you want, then?” Rusty asked with a shrug.
“Kneel and apologize!” the tiger snarled.
It dared not act recklessly, for this was a super posthouse—an establishment under the protection of a top-tier force.
Violating its rules meant certain death, even for an eighth-level being.
“He wants me to kneel and apologize,” Rusty said, turning to Braydon.
“Let’s go,” Braydon said, shaking his head.
He picked up Rusty and began to leave.
“Stop!” the tiger growled, mistaking their departure for fear.
Braydon stopped, casting a cold glance at the foolhardy beast. It would be wise to let the matter drop; provoking Rusty could easily result in its death.
“This your cub?” the tiger growled again.
“You’re his cub.
Your whole family is!” Rusty shot back, clearly annoyed.
Everywhere he went, people mistook him for Braydon’s child.
“I don’t have much affection for non-human beings,” Braydon said calmly, addressing the tiger.
His words carried a warning.
“I’ve changed my mind,” the tiger roared.
“I want all of you to kneel and apologize, or this matter won’t end.” Braydon remained expressionless.
Rusty’s eyes lit up.
This little tiger clearly had no sense of self-preservation.
If Braydon didn’t object, he’d happily turn the creature into a paste with his golden bell.
The bell rang, its power reverberating like the awakening of a tenth level force.
All the high-level transcendents at the posthouse felt the immense pressure.
“What’s that?” a level nine expert exclaimed, flying into the air.
“A level ten eon artifact?” “The Golden Sacred Bell?” “The heavens!
The lost treasure of the Golden family has resurfaced!” “Who rang the bell?” In an instant, the experts were abuzz. Most of them recognized the bell and its owner, ensuring no one dared speak out.
The white tiger, however, stood no chance. The Golden Sacred Bell reduced its body to paste, erasing its soul imprint and scattering its transcendence.
Just then, a massive black tiger shadow loomed over the station.
“Who killed my son?!” it roared furiously.
“There’s an old one too!” Rusty’s excitement grew as he prepared to activate the bell again.
Braydon sighed, picking him up and telling him to put the bell away. The situation had already drawn hundreds of probing spiritual powers.
Though none acted after recognizing them, greed was inevitable.
“Enough!” A dignified voice cut through the tension.
A level nine transcendent in snow-white robes appeared, his presence commanding attention. He was Shale Inskeep, an elder of the Medicine Sect, which controlled the relay station.
“Black tiger, withdraw your shadow,” Shale ordered coldly.
“The relay station strictly forbids violence.
My son was killed here.
Don’t the Medicine Sect owe me an explanation?” the black tiger growled, stepping into view with eyes blazing.
“Little black cat, what are you looking at?” Rusty sneered.
“Impudent!” the black tiger roared, releasing a burst of pressure.
“Black tiger, one more move, and I’ll deal with you myself,” Shale warned, raising a hand to dispel the pressure.
“According to the rules, anyone who attacks here—no matter the reason—will be executed.” “The Medicine Sect is protecting them?” the black tiger growled again.
“Right or wrong, justice will prevail,” Shale said evenly before turning to Braydon.
“Young friend, my sect has long wanted to meet you.
We’re honored to host you and Pavilion Master Langdon.” He escorted Braydon and his group away, leaving the surrounding cultivators stunned by his blatant favoritism.
The black tiger, seething, roared, “Shale Inskeep, the Medicine Sect is going too far!” “You’re a tiger, not a human,” Shale retorted dismissively.
“Your son insulted an honored guest of our sect and deserved his punishment.
Consider yourself lucky his death was swift.” “Bastard!
Does the Medicine Sect think it can bully the Myriad Beast Mountain?” The black tiger nearly exploded in rage, trembling at the insult and the lack of respect for his powerful faction.