The Last Primal



Little Fatty had just consumed a few elixirs and was panting. Before he could calm down, he saw that the Corpse Refinement Cult martial artists were already slain completely!

His eyes widened and his jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"The rumors are not lying, Big Brother is still as ferocious as ever."

Sean Jean gulped and muttered his thoughts.

"Bro, I'm glad you're here! I've missed you to death!"

Little Fatty's character had not changed as he scurried over like a gigantic meatball. He lunged into Aiden's embrace emotionally with tears and snot.

Peeling that fat face away, Aiden scolded with a chuckle, "Stop acting."

Sean Jean came over as well and smiled at Aiden with cupped fists. "Much thanks, Big Brother."

"What's with the politeness after not meeting each other for 20 years?"

Aiden laughed with a relaxed expression.

Back in Ugburg City in the elementary ancient battlefield, he welcomed the Four Mounted Bandits single-handedly. It was a bloody and gruesome battle that also gave way to new and unexpected friendships, like this one.

They were brothers who had gone through thick and thin!

Little Fatty laughed. "Silly Jian is foolish as always, you can just ignore him, Boss."

The three of them had reunited after a long time and words could not describe Little Fatty's joy.

Sean Jean did not have much to say and merely chuckled foolishly the entire time.

Although Aiden seemed composed, he was smiling a lot more than usual as well.

"Thank you for your help, fellow brothers of the demon race,"

Little Fatty chuckled and greeted monkey and the others with cupped fists.

He got along with people easily, to begin with. Furthermore, he already knew monkey and the spirit tiger from back in Azure Myst Sect.

"Boss, I've heard from Silly Jian about everything in the North Region,"

Little Fatty consoled, "Don't worry, follow me back to my sect this time round. I'll persuade my master to take you in. Although Tomb Sect's legacy is not strong, we've lasted through history and have some foundation as well!"

"Furthermore, Tomb Sect is the best at being secretive. There's no way outsiders know about where we're located!"

Almost the entire North Region knew about Aiden's feud with Crystal Palace Sect.

Ordinary martial artists would want nothing more than to get far away from Aiden in fear of being implicated.

However, Little Fatty had no such considerations at all. Instead, he was thinking up ideas and solutions for Aiden.

Aiden patted Little Fatty on the shoulder gratefully.

Although it sounded like a possible idea, it was not practical.

Little Fatty was a Martial Master. Even if he was a legacy disciple, his words would not carry much weight in the sect.

Most sects would definitely not want to go against a super sect such as Crystal Palace Sect just for someone like him – the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.

Furthermore, although Tomb Sect was one of the five heretical doctrines, it was well known that they had few disciples – there was no way they could go against Crystal Palace Sect.

"Big Brother, I-I could head back and explain things to Puppet Sect as well…"

Sean Jean mustered his courage and wanted to help Aiden with his troubles as well.

Aiden waved it off with a smile and diverted the topic. "It's fine, we can talk about this next time. Right, how did you guys end up fighting against Corpse Refinement Cult martial artists?"

Sean Jean gripped his fists and said hatefully, "Puppet Sect and Corpse Refinement Cult have a deep enmity to begin with. There's naturally no way they would let me off the moment they saw me."

"Oh?"

Aiden raised his brow.

In the world, among the many martial sects, the seven fiendish, or 'evil' sects, six religious monasteries, five heretical doctrines, and the four unorthodox groups… there were truly deep-rooted enmity between some super sects that went a long way back!

For example, the Ancient Sword Sect of the martial, 'righteous' sects and the 'evil' Malefic Demons Clan of the fiend sects were long enemies.

There were also similar conflicts between martial sects.

Crystal Palace Sect had an extremely poor relationship with Snowdrift Valley of the Middle Continent.

Sean Jean continued, "Originally, there weren't five heretical doctrines. Corpse Refinement Cult was established by a traitor of Puppet Sect!"

"He was the most talented martial artist in Puppet Sect and even had the potential of becoming an emperor if he continued training! However, he ended up veering onto the wrong path and focused entirely on corpses."

"In order to refine corpses, he became addicted to killing and sinned endlessly, training himself to the point where he resembled neither mortal nor ghost. Eventually, he incurred the wrath of the sect."

Everyone was immersed as Sean Jean recounted the history of Puppet Sect.

When Sean Jean paused briefly, little fox could not help but ask, "What happened after?"

Sean Jean let out a deep breath. "An expert of a sect took pity on his potential and could not bear to see him cripple his training just like that. That person tried to persuade him to repent countless times but was eventually killed by him instead!"

"Sigh, he was truly powerful. He managed to escape even against the combined attack of experts from many sects!"

"Although a patriarch of the sect eventually moved in, that person had already established himself and forged an alliance with one of the other heretical doctrines, Poison Sect. Even if we gave it our all to kill him, Puppet Sect would suffer immense losses and even face possible annihilation!"

"Left with no other choice, we could only allow him to leave. Not long after, he created Corpse Refinement Cult in the world and as it grew stronger, it became one of the five heretical doctrines."

"No wonder."

At that point, realization flashed through Aiden's eyes. "Earlier on, I noticed that the technique Corpse Refinement Cult used to refine their battle corpses was similar to the technique of Puppet Sect. The only difference was that one was evil and the other righteous. So, they had the same background."

"Unfortunately, although our backgrounds are the same, the situation between us is now irreconcilable," Sean Jean said.

Little Fatty shifted his beady eyes and surveyed the surroundings. When he saw that more martial artists were gathering, he whispered, "Let's leave first. This is not a good place to linger further!"

"Yes,"

Aiden nodded. "You guys leave first. I'll go get my hands on that iron rod!"

Although the fight between them and Corpse Refinement Cult had subsided, more martial artists had been attracted over due to the commotion.

Right now, many martial artists and demon beasts were already fighting and it was all for that top grade divine weapon with four divine patterns in mid-air!

Aiden had his eyes set on that object as well.

They traveled for an entire day past more than 10 cave abodes but this was the highest graded divine weapon.

"No, don't go!"

Little Fatty held back Aiden by the arm and whispered, "There's no need for us to fight for that scrap metal. Let's head somewhere else!"

"Ah?

Aiden froze for a moment.

Wasn't his tone way too arrogant?

A top grade divine weapon was considered as scrap metal in the eyes of Little Fatty?

Little Fatty said in a mysterious manner, "Follow me, I'll take you guys elsewhere!"

"What?"

Aiden could not help but ask.

Little Fatty asked instead, "How many cave abodes have you seen appear today?"

Aiden replied, "More than 10."

"Yes,"

Little Fatty was not surprised. "Based on my deductions, more than 10 more of such cave abodes are going to appear!"

"So many?"

Aiden was surprised and asked with a frown, "Why are so many cave abodes appearing all of a sudden? Did something happen to this place?"

"Sort of."

Little Fatty retracted his smile in a rare manner and said darkly, "There's a huge tomb beneath this place where the true treasures lie!"

"These cave abodes are nothing but a distraction left behind by the tomb master!"