Rise of The Abandoned Husband

I rolled my eyes. "That's way too much. Fight a mighty realm cultivator? Me?"

A mighty realm cultivator was beyond reach—someone with power to touch the sky itself.

The mustached man mumbled, "Hard to tell for certain, but that day, I noticed your divine sense was way stronger than others at your level."

"And with your special body, reaching Martial Saint and battling mighty realm cultivators later isn't out of the question."

Even Iron Egg in my head chimed in, "Yeah, he's got a point."

After hearing both of them, I felt my excitement grow.

I couldn't wait for the day I'd reach Martial Saint.

Right then.

I suddenly sensed intense killing intent nearby.

"What?" I frowned right away.

This feeling... it was just like Walton Greer!

"It's definitely Walton Greer," I said coldly.

After saying that, I stood up, ready to head outside.

But then my phone started ringing.

When I checked, it was some unknown number.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I answered while heading for the door.

"Don't go out!"

The moment I picked up, an ice-cold voice hit me from the other end.

The voice seemed familiar, like I'd heard it before.

"You're... Star?" I blurted out.

The person ignored my question and just said, "Stay inside, or you'll get framed."

Then they hung up.

My face went cold as ice.

"What happened?" the mustached man asked.

I took a deep breath. "Star called. Told me not to go out."

"Star?" The mustached man looked surprised.

I sat down on the bed, feeling torn.

If I stayed in, people might get suspicious.

But if I went out, they'd be even more suspicious.

I was trapped either way.

"So it really was the Capital City Martial Arts Association behind this," I sighed heavily.

"Looks like I underestimated Garcia."

After wrestling with it, I finally turned and walked out.

Since I'd be suspected anyway, might as well try to catch Walton Greer!

The second I stepped outside, I saw Walton Greer bolting away.

Like always, Walton Greer wore that black robe, and the whole street felt creepy.

"Stop!" I yelled.

Walton Greer stopped, showing that smirk, and whispered, "Mason Raymond..."

"Walton Greer! You're not getting away this time!" My whole body flared with energy as I roared.

Walton Greer licked his lips. "Since I came here, I naturally have an escape plan..."

I didn't waste words, immediately using the line word formula, and in a flash, I was right in front of Walton Greer!

Walton Greer's eyes went wide! He clearly didn't expect my speed to be this fast!

"Bang!"

Before Walton Greer could react, my fist crashed into his chest!

This punch went straight through Walton Greer's chest! Blood sprayed everywhere!

"You're so powerful..." Walton Greer showed that weird smile.

I stomped the ground, activating the Heavy Falling Space technique!

Then my hand shot out with the Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist, aimed right at Walton Greer!

But right then, Walton Greer's body turned into black smoke!

My fist hit nothing!

The black smoke scattered in all directions.

"I'd love to fight you, but now... isn't the time..." Walton Greer's voice came from everywhere.

"Don't worry... I'm about to reach Martial Saint, and when I do, I'll definitely kill you!"

With that, Walton Greer vanished completely!

My face turned ugly.

"He got away again..." I took a deep breath.

"Before you reach Martial Saint, killing him will be tough," the mustached man said seriously.

"You need to seal the space to finish him."

I grunted. "This place isn't safe anymore. Let's go back."

With that, we both quickly turned and headed back to our place.

That night, I had this bad feeling.

Going out to find Walton Greer was risky. If I couldn't catch him, people would suspect me way more.

"Whatever, let it be," I said irritably, waving my hand.

I didn't care what others thought. Only my own strength really mattered.

That night, I closed my eyes and tried again to find the way to Martial Saint.

But I still felt like something was missing.

Like I needed some kind of spark.

After half the night, I was soaked in sweat but still couldn't find that path.

I had no choice but to give up for now.

"Don't rush into Martial Saint," Iron Egg said in my head.

"If it doesn't work, ask your father. With his power, helping you reach Martial Saint shouldn't be hard."

I smiled bitterly. "I don't even know where he is. How can I ask for help?"

Then I asked, confused, "By the way, do you know what realm my father's in?"

"No idea," Iron Egg shook his head.

"Each Guardian's strength is a secret."

I grunted, not pushing the topic.

My father said when I was strong enough, we'd definitely meet.

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep, just tossing around.

Suddenly, I sat up.

"Iron Egg, I've got a question," I said.

"...Stop calling me Iron Egg!" Iron Egg snapped back.

I ignored him and kept going. "Do you know about the Sean family and their mysterious bloodline?"

Iron Egg was shocked. "The Sean family? Which Sean family?"

"I don't know. All I know is... people say my girlfriend has this incredibly powerful bloodline."

Then I told him everything about how the Mystic Realm and Capital City Martial Arts Association were all trying to take Mabel Sean.

After hearing this, Iron Egg gasped and muttered, "Based on what you're saying, it's probably that Sean family..."