Apotheosis

With Fergus' strength, no one in the Dragon City dared to provoke him.

The demand for Sword-reading Liquid exceeded the supply. Bottles of Sword-reading Liquid were sold out everywhere.

It was definitely a lucrative business. The young man calculated that he could earn tens of millions of divine crystals each month from the robust sales of Sword-reading Liquid.

Of course, the young man was not the only one in the Oneness Sky Palace capable of producing the Sword-reading Liquid.

However, the others who could produce the liquid had their own reasons for not trying to compete with him. Some were simply not interested in the income, and others thought it shameful to get involved in such a business. This benefited the young man, who chose to stay in the Flow Sword Sect.

"I heard that someone else was selling the Sword-reading Liquid at a lower price, to compete with Fergus," Kate said.

The young man's brows furrowed. "Someone else? Is it someone from the Oneness Sky Palace? But they've already said they wouldn't get involved in the Sword-reading Liquid business."

Kate spoke up. "No, it's not from Oneness Sky Palace. I think the new seller is a Flag Master in Dragon City."

The young man wore an expression of disbelief. "How can that be? No mere Flag Master could produce the Sword-reading Liquid," he said.

Taking a look at the young man, Kate pursed her lips and said, "He has just stepped into the Other Shore Realm. But he defeated Fergus though the latter spared no effort in the battle."

"What?" The young man continued to look skeptical. "You believe he's actually able to produce the Sword-reading Liquid? That he is capable of Instant Enlightenment?"

"Well, yes," Kate said.

There were often huge differences in the level of strength among the Other Shore Realm warriors.

Fergus, for example, had grown fat and complacent, and had been kicked out of the Flow Sword Sect. Yet he was still a force to be reckoned with. He had already reached the fifth stage of the Other Shore Realm, and he was in possession of a powerful Other Shore Token.

"If I had just reached the Other Shore Realm, it would be very difficult for me to face and defeat Fergus in an all-out battle," the young man said slowly. He frowned, wondering how a Flag Master had managed to beat Fergus.

"Come on, no need to be modest," Kate said. She had full confidence in the young man. "Milo, you are adept at the Emotion Closing Godly Way, and you have an innate capacity for the Flow Strike. Anyone affected by your Flow Strike finds it hard to resist. I believe that if you faced Fergus when you had just reached the Other Shore Realm, you might have been able to win against him too."

The young man gave her a noncommittal smile. He then left the courtyard quickly.

Kate followed him.

le wandered into the Sword Tower.

They were Alliance Chiefs. They were led by a man named Walter, who looked at Zen and gave him an ingratiating smile. "Zen, we admire your diligence. You have spent so much time here in the Sword Tower already. We know practice can get boring, and we are ashamed of ourselves that we have not yet invited you to one of our gatherings. Would you like to join us?"

As soon as he saw Walter, Zen's face darkened. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm afraid I can't accept it. I'm too humble to stand behind such a person as you," he said in a mocking tone.

Zen had no conflict with these Alliance Chiefs, and it was in his interest to maintain a good relationship with them.

But the very sight of Walter filled him with disdain. When he thought of Walter's dubious morals, he couldn't help but feel antagonism towards him.

Monica, for one, had been a follower of Walter. That night, when she had tried to put in a good word for Zen, Fergus punched her so hard that she almost died, yet Walter stood by and did nothing. He was truly cold-blooded.

Walter saw that Zen despised him, and forced a wry smile. He had some idea of why Zen disliked him so much. He thought he could explain. But before he could speak, Zen and Gant started to move towards the tower entrance.

Walter looked in Sellers' direction, hoping the old man would speak up and put in a good word for him. But Sellers kept his face expressionless. He did not say anything.

As soon as Zen left the Sword Tower, he saw something that gave him a sudden and inexplicable sense of foreboding.

A young man in a coir raincoat stood some distance away. He looked at Zen with gentle eyes.

There was no hostility in his gaze, yet Zen felt as though he was being warned. The dread that rose in him was countless times stronger than what he had felt upon meeting Fergus.