Chapter 3706 - Chapter 3708 Communication Devices
“My good sir, the Lunarius Palace rests in the far south of Demonia Mountain,” Dillon began, his tone cautious. “It’s a region perpetually shrouded in snow, with temperatures plummeting to unbearable levels. Furthermore, the path leading there winds through the treacherous depths of Demonia Mountain, fraught with peril at every turn. Venturing alone poses immense risks-chaos and danger lurks in the mountain’s depths. Without proper caution, you may die before even reaching the palace. The area is rife with wandering cultivators, and it’s not as safe as it is here.”
“Furthermore,” Dillon continued, his tone grave, “considering you’re only a Third Level Tribulator, even the base of Demonia Mountain poses considerable danger, let alone venturing deeper into its depths. You ought to weigh the risks carefully. Frankly, if August hadn’t brought you here, I wouldn’t have divulged this information to you.”
John’s brows furrowed slightly at Dillon’s words. He hadn’t expected the southernmost region of the Ethereal Realm to resemble the frigid landscapes of the mundane world’s polar regions. In the mundane realm, both the South and North poles were known for their perpetual snow and harsh conditions, where survival was a constant battle against freezing temperatures. However, the vastness of the Ethereal Realm far surpassed that of the mundane world.
John was acutely aware that the depths of Demonia Mountain harbored numerous Demonic Cultivators, rendering it an exceptionally perilous territory. Yet, he couldn’t simply remain idle for days, waiting for an available spot on an airship.
“Dillon, I must be frank. Mr. White here has recently saved my daughter’s life,” August interjected, noticing John’s troubled expression.
“In light of his invaluable service, please make arrangements for him on the airship.” Dillon was momentarily taken aback by August’s revelation.
“August, your daughter is well?” he inquired, astonishment evident in his tone.
“Yes, thanks to Mr. White,” August affirmed with a nod, withholding John’s true identity. While he could choose not to take action against John despite the Demon Seal Alliance’s bounty, he couldn’t guarantee others would do the same.
Dillon sized John up in disbelief, clearly seeing him in a new light.
“Since you saved the life of August’ daughter, I’ll make the necessary arrangements for you,” Dillon declared to John.
“An airship bound for the Lunarius Palace will depart shortly. Follow me; I personally oversee all airship operations to the palace. The journey through the depths of Demonia Mountain is perilous, with many Demonic Cultivators lurking about. I must ensure the safety of our passengers and crew.”
“Thank you so much,” John expressed his gratitude earnestly. Stepping forward, August patted Dillon on the shoulder.
“Thank you, Dillon. Once you return, join me for a drink at my place,” he invited warmly. Dillon’s laughter filled the room.
“Absolutely! I’ll hold you to that,” he replied jovially.
Stanlee leaned in close to John, suggesting in a whisper, “Mr. White, perhaps we should accompany you on this journey.”
After all, the southernmost reaches of Demonia Mountain were harsh, with its perpetually cold climate posing significant challenges.
“Yeah, we should go with you. We can look out for each other,” Fitz agreed, offering his support. However, John declined, shaking his head gently.
“Mr. Stark, I’ve already imposed enough on you during this journey. The Soul Demon Sect can’t be left unattended. I’ll manage on my own.”
Turning to Fitz, John continued, “Fitz, you’ve been by my side for some time now. Now that you’ve regained your physical form and can resume a normal life, it’s best for you to stay with Ms. Stark, especially considering your mutual feelings. If fate allows, we may meet again.”
“Mr. White…” Tears welled up in Fitz’s eyes at John’s words.
Despite John’s role in destroying Fitz’s physical body and imprisoning his soul, Fitz harbored no ill will. Instead, he felt profound gratitude toward John for everything. During his time with John, Fitz had undergone significant growth.
With John’s assistance, he not only regained his physical form but also experienced a substantial increase in strength. Moreover, he had found true love, and he considered himself fortunate.
“You’re a grown man. Stop hugging me like that, people will talk?” John comforted Fitz, offering a gentle smile as he patted his shoulder.
“Mr. White, if there ever comes a time when you require my aid, I’d gladly risk everything to assist you. Could you provide me with a communication device? That way, I could easily reach out to you if needed,” Fitz requested earnestly.
While communication devices were rare treasures to others, they held little value to John, who could easily craft them with his skills.
“No problem!” John retrieved a dozen communication devices from his Storage Ring and passed them to Fitz with ease. Fitz accepted them happily, swiftly stowing them away.
Both Stanlee and August were astounded. Communication devices were prized possessions in the Ethereal Realm due to their convenience, yet their high cost made them a luxury beyond reach for many cultivators. However, John casually produced over a dozen communication devices and handed them over to Fitz as if it were nothing.
“Mr. White, these communication devices… they’re quite valuable. How did you come to possess so many?” Stanlee inquired, his astonishment evident.
If only Tessa and her companions had communication devices back when they were pursued, they would have been able to alert Stanlee about their predicament promptly. However, such devices were a luxury in the entire Soul Demon Sect, and none were available when needed.
“I have plenty of these,” John remarked casually.
“I can share some with you if you’d like.” With that, he produced a dozen or so communication devices and passed them to Stanlee, who accepted them with disbelief.
Dillon and August observed the exchange in astonishment, pondering how John had come into possession of so many communication devices.
“Mr. White, can you provide me with some?” August inquired cautiously.
“I don’t expect them for free. In exchange, I’ll cover all your expenses at Pathfinder Sect, including your airship fare. Additionally, with my token in your possession, you’ll have unrestricted access to all areas of Pathfinder Sect at no cost.”
“Of course, I have plenty to spare,” John confirmed, handing over a dozen communication devices to August.
Dillon’s eyes gleamed with envy as he watched, licking his lips. Having such a device would allow him to communicate with his family anytime and anywhere, a convenience he sorely needed during his frequent travels. With this device, staying connected would no longer be a hassle, offering the promise of constant contact regardless of his whereabouts.
Observing Dillon’s reaction, John couldn’t help but smile. He extended his hand, revealing a handful of communication devices.
“Mr. Vanders, I’ll need your assistance on our journey. Please accept these as a token of appreciation for your support.” Dillon’s face lit up with delight as he eagerly accepted the devices.
“Thank you, Mr. White,” he exclaimed. “Rest assured, I’ll arrange for a first-class cabin with a private room for you. You’ll have all the comfort and privacy you need!”
Stanlee, still bewildered, voiced his curiosity, “Mr. White, how did you come to possess so many of these devices? Not many are capable of crafting them, and they’re quite expensive.”
Fitz interjected with a smile, “Mr. Stark, Mr. White is a master of charms. Crafting low- level charms like communication devices is child’s play for him. He’s capable of creating even the high-level charms with ease.”
“What?” Stanlee was stunned.
In the Ethereal Realm, individuals skilled in crafting charms, arrays, and alchemy were a rare breed. Yet, to Stanlee’s incredulity, John encompassed all these talents. Not only was he an adept array master, but he also possessed remarkable prowess as an alchemist and a charm master. That’s just absurd!
Moreover, John was fearless in confronting a Seventh Level Tribulator despite being merely a Third Level Tribulator. Such audacity, engaging in battles far beyond one’s rank, was an anomaly in the Ethereal Realm. It was becoming increasingly apparent that John was not just talented but a prodigy among prodigies.
August was equally astounded by John’s multifaceted talents. Though he had witnessed John identify and dismantle the formidable Ten Thousand Spirits Array, rescuing his daughter’s soul, the revelation that John was also proficient as a charm master left August in awe.
As the departure time approached, Dillon escorted John to the airship’s docking location. Fitz bid John farewell with tears in his eyes, knowing that their paths might not cross again. With Dillon’s guidance, John boarded the airship without any formal inspection.
Unbeknownst to John, however, someone was watching him board the airship before swiftly leaving.
“Mr. Miller, John has boarded the airship headed for Lunarius Palace,” a messenger promptly relayed the information to Killian as soon as John boarded the airship.
By now, Killian had left the vicinity of Pathfinder Sect, his countenance shrouded in gloom. Although August had deliberately let him go, Killian was reluctant to give up.
Moreover, John was a prized target marked by the Demon Seal Alliance. Killian would secure the lucrative bounty they offered if he managed to slay John.
“Understood,” Killian responded with a fleeting, cold smirk playing at his lips.
At that moment, John stood in awe as he gazed upon Pathfinder Sect’s grand airship. Its sheer size was enough to accommodate hundreds of cultivators. Guided by Dillon, John navigated through a maze of corridors until they reached the opulent first-class cabins. Opening the door to one of them, Dillon turned to John with a courteous smile.
“Mr. White, this will be your resting quarters for the journey. I’ll assign someone to cater to your needs, so don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything,” Dillon offered graciously to thank John for the communication devices.
John expressed his gratitude, “Thank you very much, Mr. Vanders!”
“You’re welcome,” Dillon replied with a reassuring tone before cautioning, “Despite my presence, there might be some who covet our airship. Should you hear any disturbances, Mr. White, rest assured, I’ll handle it.” His confidence spoke volumes of his experience in flying this route.
“Understood,” John nodded solemnly.
Even without Dillon’s caution, he would not have shown himself. If he encountered someone who recognized him and his identity was exposed, it could spell trouble for him. His priority was obtaining the Demonia Stone from the Lunarius Palace and leaving promptly thereafter.
John secured the door behind him and carefully set up a small arcane array before beginning his cultivation.
As the airship took off, it embarked on its journey toward the southernmost point of Demonia Mountain. Engrossed in his cultivation, John lost track of time as the landscape passed by below. Suddenly, the airship shuddered to a halt, but John remained unperturbed. After all, Dillon had told him if anything were to happen, he needn’t concern himself with it. At that moment, the airship was surrounded by over a dozen vicious cultivators, each exuding an intimidating aura.
“This airship belongs to Pathfinder Sect. We humbly request your benevolence. If you seek resources, I can offer you a token. With it, you may gather supplies from any of our branch sects,” Dillon implored, stepping forward with a group of disciples trailing behind him.
Recognizing the dangers of the journey to Lunarius Palace, Dillon had assembled a larger escort than usual for their protection.
“Mr. Vanders, the resources we seek today are beyond your capacity to provide,” sneered a man with a single eye, exuding an aura of formidable strength as an Eighth Level Tribulator. Behind him, his companions wielded an array of mystical weapons, each matching the power of a Fifth or Sixth Level Tribulator.
Dillon’s brow creased slightly. He was merely an Eighth Level Tribulator, and he knew that his disciples, mostly Second or Third Level, were ill- equipped to handle such a formidable force. If it came down to a fight, they’d be vastly outnumbered and outmatched. Yet, if all the cultivators aboard the airship joined forces, they might have a fighting chance. But would they be willing to step up?
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. I loved Ivan, now Fitz. Both are gone. Same with Julia_Natasha.. what did I do wrong?
must also be reading other stories. He has seen people complaining about Dustin and Charlie not having sex, and has decided to make John some sort of sex addict. To have fuck 10 girls at once that was over the table.
