Rise of The Abandoned Husband

Garcia Coleman's eyes went wide with shock, and he finally hurled the file in his grip onto the table with a violent crash!

What was written inside had already blown past Garcia Coleman's understanding!

"Took down more than a dozen Tribulation Great Cultivators?" Garcia's face went pale as he whispered under his breath.

Everyone knew the Tribulation Stage was the final and highest level for cultivators.

They said reaching this level meant you'd gained godlike power!

"The records show this, but there might be some exaggeration." Barret said.

"But... according to what's written, the Immortal Slaying Sect really did have several Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators back then."

Garcia Coleman ground his teeth, saying, "How could Mason Raymond possibly know someone like that!"

"Don't stress about it, it's probably the masked woman from history, she's been gone for ages." Someone beside him said.

Hearing this, Barret nodded, "Word is she showed up three times after dying, but none of those times caused any real trouble."

Even with his words, Garcia Coleman still felt a nagging worry in his chest.

"No, we need to figure out how to kill her!" Garcia Coleman clenched his jaw and decided.

Right then, Star walked up.

He shook his head and said, "I'd suggest you don't mess with her. She's got a wild temper and might attack without warning."

"If you go after her, there's no telling what could happen."

"Plus, today she wiped out those powerful cultivators' dried bones like it was nothing. You really think we could take her down with what we've got?"

Hearing these words, Garcia Coleman immediately cooled off.

He stayed quiet for a bit, then said softly, "About this whole thing... I think we should check with the higher-ups."

After what happened, they called a temporary ceasefire.

The earlier fights were also reluctantly set aside for now.

Everyone stayed alert, worried another big event might go down.

——

Meanwhile, I stayed on Nine Pinnacles Mountain for a complete nine days.

Only after nine days did I finally get over my injuries.

"Saron?" One day, I tried calling out in my head again.

But there was still no answer from Saron.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

His sudden vanishing had made me think he was already dead.

"Whatever, it's too exhausting to stress about him." I brushed it off.

I sat up from the bed, mumbling to myself, "After getting through all this, I now have what it takes to break into the Martial Saint Realm."

Looking at my current condition, yeah, I could try making a shot at the Martial Saint Realm.

What sucked was that I didn't have any Heavenly Vanilla.

To get Heavenly Vanilla, I'd probably need Saron's help.

After saying goodbye to everyone, I left Nine Pinnacles Mountain.

Several days went by, and the whole thing with Iris Darren was slowly forgotten by people.

Since last time, Iris Darren hadn't shown up again. Even those who went to the Immortal Slaying Sect couldn't find any sign of him.

One day, I came back to Capital City.

There was a big conference happening in Capital City.

The conference was called Hundred Spirits Meeting, held every five years. They said rare treasures that were hard to find often showed up at the meeting.

Many of the treasures were super rare, and the people who owned these treasures were even more mysterious.

Since Saron wasn't responding, I could only try my luck at the Hundred Spirits Meeting, hoping to get a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla.

When I got to Hundred Spirits Meeting, I immediately spotted a sketchy figure.

The figure was none other than the man with the mustache.

I walked up quickly and tapped his shoulder from behind.

"Holy crap!" The man with the mustache jumped and stumbled. He looked at me with suspicion and grumbled, "Damn, you almost scared me to death!"

I rolled my eyes, "Have you been up to too much bad stuff? Getting spooked over nothing."

"Bullshit!" The man with the mustache waved his hand dismissively.

I stuck close to the man with the mustache, saying, "I happen to have a few questions to ask you."

The man with the mustache looked at me warily and asked, "What questions?"

"About the masked woman who showed up at the Martial Arts Hall... was it Watson Thompson?" I asked.

"What do you think?" the man with the mustache shot back in an annoyed tone.

I frowned, "Then why did she..."

"Then why didn't she recognize you, right?" There was a hint of mockery in the man with the mustache's voice.

I nodded in agreement.

The man with the mustache sneered, "I told you before, she was never a good person to begin with. For her, there's no such thing as feelings."

"Think about it, she'd already been around thousands of years ago, what kind of emotions are left after living that long?"

I frowned, "That makes sense, but...with that in mind, why did she stop Iris Darren last time?"

This question stumped the man with the mustache.

He rubbed his chin and thought for a long time before finally saying impatiently, "How the hell would I know, maybe she was just bored!"

I wanted to ask more, but the man with the mustache turned his face away, not wanting to deal with me anymore.

"Forget it." Seeing this, I didn't push further. Asking too much wouldn't help anyway.

After that, the man with the mustache and I wandered around the Hundred Spirits Meeting.

"The Hundred Spirits Meeting isn't as simple as it looks. A lot of people here are from the Mystic Realm, or from the West." The man with the mustache muttered.

"There are many rare treasures that even I haven't seen before."

I laughed bitterly, "I just want to get a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla."

"That might not be easy." The man with the mustache replied.

"Why?" I asked.

The man with the mustache said, "The use of Heavenly Vanilla is really specific. For those who need it, it's a rare treasure; for those who don't need it, it's no different than regular weeds."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Without Heavenly Vanilla, I wouldn't be able to step into the Martial Saint Realm.

"Looks like getting a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla won't be that easy." I muttered to myself.

The man with the mustache waved his hand, "There are tons of treasures at Hundred Spirits Meeting; there's gotta be something for you. Don't just focus on the Heavenly Vanilla."

I grunted in agreement and kept my mouth shut.

The area of the Hundred Spirits Meeting was huge, almost the size of a small town.

Not only were there rare treasures, but also food, clothes, and places to stay.

The Hundred Spirits Meeting lasted for a whole month, which brought major economic benefits to the area.

Throughout the trip, many people greeted me. Since the last incident, my popularity among the crowd had shot up significantly.

——

"Do you see it? If Mason Raymond were to give the word, countless people would be willing to follow him." A pair of eyes in the shadows were watching Mason with icy coldness.

"These people are nothing but fair-weather fans." Garcia Coleman laughed coldly.

"Today, they see Mason Raymond as a hero; tomorrow, they might hate him with a passion."

"And this Hundred Spirits Meeting, for us, is the perfect opportunity."