"Our Northern Wasteland will be peaceful for so ti," Felipe said, his tone firm and serious. "This will be our golden growth period. We must beco as strong as possible before chaos erupts."
"So, what about this Orc Main Tribe? Are we not going to attack it?" Luis questioned Felipe.
Felipe smiled and looked at Luis. Sotis, words weren't necessary—just a smile could speak volus.
Just a look could convey what years of experience had taught him.
"This trip will be a waste if we don't do anything; I will deliver the head of Prince Gombak first. Those orcs must feel fear."
Without waiting for a reply, Luis stepped forward, took a sack containing Gombak head, and entered inside the vortex.
But within monts, Luis returned, stepping out of the vortex as quickly as he had entered. His expression was a little different now—more thoughtful, more cautious.
"Sorry Father, With my strength increasing, I beca a little arrogant. My mind is a little clouded. There's no need to alert the Orcs yet. I don't have to show our hands too soon."
Felipe watched him in silence; his earlier smile now tinged with approval.
"This is normal. When strength increases, thoughts often beco distorted. It's good that you've regained your rationality."
Felipe's gaze softened as he continued, "Honestly, I was worried before. I thought, with your rapid growth, you might stop respecting as your father."
Luis looked up when he heard his father.
"I'd never do that. I've always respected you, and I won't let anything co between us."
"That's what I want to hear. Power can challenge the closest bonds, but it should never break them. I'm proud of you for understanding that."
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Five days passed by.
The travel of ten days was totally wasted. Sotis, plans can take unexpected turns and change entirely.
There was peace in sight, and Luis would obviously not break it.
He will walk the safe path even if it is slow. He is not alone; behind him are hundreds of thousands of people. Carelessness and mistake can cause a tragedy.
Well, the ti here was not completely a waste. The soldiers under him have already begun to practice the immortal cultivation thod.
In the next few days, he will gain a very scary army. An army of tens of thousands of immortal cultivators.
Luis stood up from his boat and stretched, feeling the tiredness in his spirit.
"Arthur, this journey is really tiring. I have been on this boat for almost 15 days. I hate long journeys the most."
Arthur smiled, enjoying himself as he expertly steered the boat. He didn't seem bothered by the long travel.
"Let's rest for so ti before we continue."
Arthur nodded and skillfully steered the boat into the vortex.
After arriving in the cultivation world, Luis headed towards the practice ground.
Once they arrived in the cultivation world, Luis made his way to the practice ground. The area was relatively empty; not many people were present.
With over 25,000 knights under his command, staying in the Sirius Gang was no longer practical. Many knights had scattered throughout the Anyu Town, while others had ventured into the surrounding towns and cities.
Their strength was more than enough to rule this kingdom, and they had already established control and influence in many places.
Once most of the knights beca cultivators, Luis planned to confront Han Mo. As a 1st-level alchemist, it would be easy for him to make connections outside on Ten Thousand Star Island.
He began his journey around the town, visiting each location where his friends were stationed. After making the visits, he walked aimlessly through the streets.
The townspeople were very happy compared to before. All the negative elents—gambling houses, red-light districts, and human trafficking—had been removed. The atmosphere felt cleaner and safer.
The lives of the people also slowly improved.
Luis couldn't help but smile as he observed the changes. The lives of the people were slowly improving, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
This is true happiness for him.
He didn't want to obsess over the pursuit of strength. He wants to gain strength to influence the people and world around him. He wants to leave a positive mark on the world.
Just wanting to gain strength, what is the difference between this and a ruthless person?
Lost in thought, Luis made his way to the stall market, where he had first arrived in this cultivation world.
He began to roam around these bustling areas, trying to find any familiar things. Over the past month, the town had flourished, transforming so much that nearly everything was unrecognizable.
"Huh! This old man looks familiar." Luis finally saw a familiar figure and headed towards the stall.
He took out two gold coins from his pocket and threw them in front of the stall counter.
He pulled out two gold coins from his pocket and tossed them onto the stall counter. The old man's eyes widened with greed as he quickly snatched up the coins, hiding them away before finally looking up at Luis.
The old man narrowed his eyes, clearly struggling to recognize him.
"Old Man, you once told I had an immortal fate. You'd better give the thod to immortality, or else the consequences could be quite severe."
Luis said with a serious face, but he was smiling secretly. Stay updated via empire
The old man continued to stare at Luis, still failing to recognize him.
"Who are you, Young Man? You must have co to the wrong place. I don't know anything about immortals. Aren't immortals just a fairy tale?" He replied, quickly evading Luis's gaze after speaking.
Luis raised his eyebrows, noticing the old man's evasive behavior. As his strength had grown, so had his perceptive abilities. He could see the subtle shifts in the old man's expression, the flicker of apprehension that passed over his face.
The old man was definitely hiding sothing.
Luis leaned in closer, "Don't lie to ,"
Luis said, his voice dropping to a cold, threatening tone. "I can see it in your eyes. What are you really hiding?"
[This old man was ntioned in chapter 2].
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